Summary: The Winchester boys have been your life since the first time you babysat them in 1984, when you were 15. Their father was the standard against which you compared all other men. After he died, you kept going for your boys, giving them everything. Now, ten years later, he’s back and you’ve changed. Will things be different this time?
Total length – 65 Chapters, 103k words – Read on AO3 (All chapters are here if you need to catch up!) Chapter 1 on Tumblr(all chapters are linked)
Although this is a John fic, there is a lot of Dean and Sam, too. (So much Weechesters!!) This story has a lot of flashbacks, which will be in italics, and the year of each flashback will be at the start so you don’t get confused. This story is canon-compliant up to about episode 11.22 – We Happy Few, and diverges from there. Special thanks to @nitelotus and @manawhaat for beta reading!
Pairing: John x Reader (side Dean x Jo, hints of Bobby x Ellen)
Warnings: Canon-level violence and angst. Any other warnings will be mentioned as needed.
Chapter word count: 1157 words
Previously: Y/N met John Winchester and his sons in 1984. She protected them as they grew, willing to do anything to keep them safe. In 2016, Chuck builds an army to fight Amara. During the battle, Mary is destroyed, leaving John and her boys grieving, once again. Slowly, John gets back into hunting while he grieves, though he has some difficulty finding his place in this new world. Meanwhile, Dean and Jo are trying out a relationship in secret. In covering for them, John thinks Dean and Y/N are together. Just when Y/N is about to tell John everything, Crowley puts her under a spell and takes her back to his lair. Before the Winchesters can rescue her, Crowley transfers Rowena’s powers to Y/N, ensures the Winchesters know what she’s doing with him, and uses her to secure his throne.
Chapter Summary: Everything calms down and you get some time to think.
(I know the pendant in the gif is nothing like the one described in the story, but it’s equally as mesmerizing, I think!)
The maid came and checked in with you, but you told her you were fine,
and she could go. Once you were on your own, you filled the bath, using the
delicious-smelling bath salts and bubble bath Crowley had provided for you. A
long, hot soak sounded like just the thing to make you feel better.
Once you were in the bath, your mind began to stray. You went over
everything that had happened since you had arrived and wondered what the future
might hold. Different spells flitted through your thoughts, and you tested out
one that reheated the water quite nicely. The bubbles were fading, though, and
as you tried to create some more, your eye was attracted to the pendant hanging
from your neck.
It was quite large, actually. A bit heavy, too. The mysterious
green stone was basically rectangular, with the silver setting making notches
in each corner. You fiddled with the pendant and the chain, flipping the
pendant around and scrubbing some dirt off of it. The day Crowley gave it you
popped into your mind, and you went over your entire conversation.
“Crowley, I don’t stay with the
Winchesters because of what they can give me. I stay because they’re my family.
And they do give me so much that you can’t see. Borrowed or not, they’re mine,
and I can’t leave them.”
Crowley sighed with a frown. “I
thought you might say that.”
With one hand, he reached into his
pocket, while his other hand took one of yours. He pulled out a long necklace
with a beautiful charm on the end and pressed the pendant into your palm.
“Audite me, sequi me, placere me,
intellege me, ama me.”
Huh. You stared at the pendant, the wet facets of the stone
reflecting more light than usual and creating spots of light on the walls. It
was a spell. A spell so you would go with Crowley, follow him, obey him, love
him.
@mrswhozeewhatsis okay, here is me reading this…and i’m quoting my favorite parts
Huh. You stared at the
pendant, the wet facets of the stone reflecting more light than usual and
creating spots of light on the walls. It was a spell. A spell so you would go
with Crowley, follow him, obey him, love him.
Your eyes fell to the rings
on your left hand.
“The rings are trackers, so I can find you if there’s trouble.
They’re also communicators. You’ll be able to hear each other, and I’ll be able
to hear you outside.”
So, he was also spying on you
to make sure you were still under his spell. You idly wondered what the
earrings were for.
What had you done to the
Winchesters? What had you done to yourself? You were a witch, now, and not just
any witch. Crowley had called you the greatest witch alive, since Amara had
blown away the others. Was that the truth, or was he just blowing smoke for
Silas? And now that you were a powerful witch, would the Winchesters ever take
you back? Could they ever forgive you for leaving them? For using them as bait
for demons? For picking Crowley over them? You refused to even think about
John’s reaction. It was just too painful.
Sam – I forgive you. Tell me what you need to get free and I’ll do it.
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