ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰᴇᴠᴇʀ (ᴘᴛ 2)

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Later that day, the Impala pulls up to the abandoned lumber mill. Y/N slowly comes to a stop as she looks up at the building apprehensively. The three get out, and she looks between her brothers.

"You must think I'm insane if you think I'm going in there," she says.

"We need backup, and you're all we got. You're going in, Y/N," Sam says.

"But you are two full-grown men. Why do you need me coming in?" she asks. The brothers shake their heads, not answering. She breathes out and bends down to grab her bottle of whiskey, taking a big sip. She shakes her head at the burning sensation of the whiskey. "Alright. Let's do this." She stuffs the whiskey back into her jacket pocket and walks around to open the trunk. She looks up at the building before back to her brothers, smiling nervously. "It is a little spooky, isn't it?" Sam and Dean give her a look as she opens it. The brothers pick up guns, Dean handing her one. She holds her hands up. "Oh, I'm not carrying that."

"Why?" Dean asks. Y/N looks between them.

"It could go off," she replies. She picks up a flashlight, holding it with both hands and close to her chest, smiling. "I'll man the flashlight." Dean and Sam share a look, huffing laughs.

"You do that," Sam replies. Y/N smiles and turns around to face the mill. They enter the lumber mill, and the EMF meter starts going off straight away. Y/N looks down at it.

"EMF's not gonna work with me around, is it?" she asks.

"You don't say," Sam answers, sarcastically. "Come on." They begin to walk again, only for something to catch his eye. "Wait..." He startles Y/N. Sam bends down to the floor, Dean and Y/N following, and picks up a ring. "To Frank. Love, Jessie." Frank O'Brien's ring."

"What the hell was Frank doing here?" Dean asks.

"No idea," Sam answers. They continue to walk through the mill until they come to a room full of lockers, where they hear rustling. Sam puts a hand on the locker with the rustling and whispers a count of three before opening the locker. A cat meows and jumps out, causing Y/N to let out a high-pitched scream of terror.

"That was scary!" she says, trying to laugh it off. Sam and Dean look at her before walking off. She stares after them, scared. "Wait." The three walk into an office-looking room, the brothers holding their shotguns up high while Y/N walks in the back with her flashlight tightly held. Something catches her eye, and she walks over while Sam picks up an ID card.

"Luther Garland," he says, showing Dean, who is stood beside him. Y/N curiously walks over to a table to see a drawing of a woman.

"Hey, this is uh..." She trails off while opening up a missing poster of a similar looking woman. "This is Frank's wife."

"Plot thickens," Dean says as he and Sam walk over to her.

"Yeah, but into what?" she asks. Y/N tears off the drawing, and instantly the machines in the mill turn on. She jumps back, gasping. Y/N scans her flashlight over the room to where she does a double-take after seeing something in the corner. Her face drops when she sees the man standing facing the corner, still. Sam and Dean see her expression and turn around to follow her gaze, to which they also get startled at the uninvited guest and raise their shotguns high. The two walk forwards while Y/N stays back, frightened.

"Hey!" Sam calls out to the man. He turns around to face Y/N, only to see her running out of the mill. Dean looks back and scoffs.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Dean says. They turn back around to see the man in the corner turn around. He begins to move towards them but is quickly shot by Dean.

Y/N sits outside at the boot of the Impala, gulping down her whiskey quickly and hastily. Dean and Sam come running up to her, panting. Sam holds up the card of Luther Garland.

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