Fighting The Wendigo- “Who Are You” Part 6

fanfic writer: Choose Your Fate (aka MaximumKillshot)

Characters: Dean, reader, Sam, Cas

Overview: After saving Dean and telling the boys who you are, the boys decide to allow you to move in with them, now you are on your first official hunt with the boys…

Warnings: Language, graphic fight scenes, gore

Note: This one is long! So watch out for it! None of the gifs are mine, if you click on them it’ll take you to the owner,  Enjoy, let me know what you guys think!

I’m trying a new format her guys, there are parts of the story that I have YOU making the decision, they will be indicated in brackets, so choose wisely!

“Are you out of you fucking mind, Sweetheart..” replied Dean, his voice was oddly calm with a twinge of anger.

“Does it look like I’m kidding, Dean?” you said with an air of confidence.

You once again didn’t hear Dean walking towards you, so he unexpectedly grabs your arm and turns you around to face him. The pressure wasn’t threatening, it was more of a slight power play.

“This is a Wendigo, no, I’m sorry 5 Wendigo’s .... they don’t give up any meal... And YOU think I’m going to dangle you in their face?.... You think I’d risk that? Hell no Princess, you are not goin out there alone” said Dean as he released your arm moving to grab another beer.

“I won’t be alone ok?, you’ll be a few blocks away” you said in a nonchalant manner.

At that moment Dean looked back at you, glaring daggers into your eyes as he slowly walks back to you. “BLOCKS?! You’ve gotta be kidding me. y/n... I can’t make this any clearer...” said Dean as he met you, towering over you, he doesn’t feel angry anymore, more like fed up as he continued, “you are not going..to...be...bait” 

“Dean, I hate to say this I really, really do, but y/n’s right... She matches the previous victims perfectly... How are we going to get to the Wendigo’s otherwise?” said Sam.

“You can’t seriously be considering this Sammy, if those Wendigos get a hold of y/n... She’s going to be shredded into a million pieces.” replied Dean as he motioned to you, “by the way, the women who were killed were dressed to the nines, heels and all. I’ve never seen y/n wear anything other than a flanel shirt, jeans, and workboots, she can’t do that, she’d look too uncomfortable, she’s too much of a tomboy for that.” said Dean as he looked at Sammy.

Sam’s eyes widened and looked directly at Dean, sporting a you fucked up kind of face. That snapped Dean out of his anger and Dean gave a wide eyed look to his brother, afraid to turn around and face your fury...

“y/n”... said Dean as he slowly turned around and you cut him off pretty quickly.

“You know what Dean!” you said as you walked up to him now “Why don’t you worry about finding where we need to set up the ambush and not as much on how I’d look in a dress and heels! I am going to be the bait. It’s the only chance we’ve got at stopping these things. I’m going to get what I need, you two find out where we are setting up!” You grabbed your wallet and your phone as you continued, “Oh and Dean, I may be a tom boy, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t be sexy.” and you shoved by him and slammed the door in his face.

It was a little chilly but you didn’t care, you called for a cab and waited as Sam came out of the motel room.

“Sorry for my brother, he can be a jerk sometimes” said Sam as he looked behind him, making sure Dean didn’t follow him.

“ Don’t try and talk me into going back in there. I’m going out” you said, knowing that Sam just want’s everyone to get along and talk about it.

“Where are you going at 6:00pm?” asked Sam

“It’s Friday so most of the shops are open around here, I double checked, I have at least two hours to get everything I need” you said.

“Want me to come with you?” asked Sam, knowing that you’d probably say no, and you did, so he waited to get you into the cab. You told the cabby to take you to a place called “Maya’s Boutique”. It was a dress store in a strip mall, it was maybe 15 minutes away from the motel and it had everything you needed to get all dolled up for the hunt.

As you walked into the boutique a woman with bleach blonde hair welcomed you “hello and welcome to Maya’s Boutique! We have the best dresses in town. How can I help you?” her voice is that of the annoying variety.

“Yes I’m going out on the town tomorrow, I was wondering if you had a nice dress that could hug my curves and gives the guys a little something to drool about” you said to the lady and immediately she was off grabbing dress after dress, 5 minutes later she’s ushering you into a changing room and running off to get more dresses. 

There were so many options, strapless or straps, slit at the bottom or not, sequence or no sequence, the list went on and on and on. Then, after a whole hour you were in between two dresses.

One of the dresses was a knee length party dress, which is good for running. It was the definition of sexy, a form fitting bodycon dress that was jet black with gold fabric for the chest area. The neckline plunged to the middle of your chest, giving a little for the people to imagine. The straps were weaved into a beautiful back design of the dress. It accentuated all of you that you loved, your chest looked fantastic, your butt, well, your jaw dropped when you saw that thing in the mirror. 

The second dress was a just as sexy, the front of the dress was a little high, but not too much at about the top of your knee, enough to hide your guarder belt and it tapered to just above the ankle as it progressed to the back of the dress. The dress was a gorgeous hot red that  fades to a gold as it moved down your body. It also had spaghetti straps. The showstopper of this dress was the sequence in it. The sequence was all over the chest area and dissipated as it moved down the length of the dress, accentuating every single curve of your body. Your chest looked amazing as it had a little plunged neckline. Once again, your butt was amazing... Your jaw dropped, you had to ask the woman for her opinion, you couldn’t decide.

After looking at you in both dresses the woman said “ Well they both look gorgeous but I’d say ( the black bodicon or the red sequence)”. 

After you got your dress the woman got you beautiful boots that matched with the dress. They were high enough to accentuate your calves but low enough to run in and you picked out your earrings (chandelier style or silver hoops or cubic zirconia studs). Then you said your goodbyes and went to the beauty store next to the boutique. 

Once you went into the store you quickly found the makeup isle. You hadn’t bought makeup in forever, not since you met Bobby. You knew you had to go with bold makeup and you still knew how to do a pretty decent smokey eye shadow style so you got a (Red eye shadow smokey eye palette or Black eye shadow smokey eye palette), black eyeliner, black mascara, and a basic blush. Your face already has pretty defined cheekbones and a strong profile so you never needed bronzer. Before you left that isle you grabbed a classic red lipstick. You then went to the hair styling isle and grabbed the styling spray and a few different decorative clips. If you wanted to blowdry your hair to straighten it, there was one at the motel and for some reason you always brought a flat iron with you, although you never use it.

You then went to the nail isle and you got (black or red or gold) nail polish and proceeded to the checkout. You were a bit hungry though and picked up a pie from the bakery in the strip mall. Not only did you want pie, but you didn’t want to have that awkward silence when you got back to the motel. It was basically a piece offering. Now ready for the hunt, and to wipe the smug smile off of Deans face tomorrow night, you called another cab and headed back to the motel.

meanwhile back at the motel Dean has been slowly losing his mind, pacing back and forth... waiting for you to walk through the door, little does he know, your almost at the motel...

“She’s been gone for a while Sammy, you think she’s ok?” asked Dean, his voice was slightly worried.

“She’s a big girl Dean, she can handle herself” said Sammy as he mapped out the possible hot spots.

“Maybe I should go out to look for her” said Dean

“Dean... really? She went out to get a few things I don’t think it’s a big deal. It takes a while to go shopping” said Sam and just before Dean was going to lay into him with jokes a woosh was heard and Cas was in the middle of the room.

“You guys finally made it” said Cas

“You finally decided to answer my prayers” said Sam “do you know where the girls were abducted from?” asked Sam.

“Yea, there’s a dancehall, the only one in town that is open seven days a week, its the only tie in between all of the girls, there’s a graveyard on the way back to the heart of Clinton. That has to be where the Wendigo is” says Cas.

“Wendigos actually, 5 of them” you said as you plopped all of the items down on your bed except for the bakery bag, you sauntered through the joined door’s walkway to see Dean’s face, half worried half angry.

“You didn’t call” said Dean

“Oh I’m sorry father” you said in a joking tone, you handed Dean the bakery bag and said “I got some desert”.

Dean cautiously took the bag.

“It doesn’t bite Dean, Jesus” you said and then Cas tilted his head as if he was confused because you used the Lords name in vein “Oh shit I’m sorry Cas I mean Geez” you said laughing. 

Dean opened the bag and gasped “PIE!!! is it blueberry?” asked Dean excitedly as he reached for the forks that were in the bag and snapping open the lid of the pie tin.

“Yes it is Dean, also don’t eat all of it.. I want some” you said as you grabbed a fork from the bag and started eating the pie, straight from the pie tin in Deans hand.

“The more I eat with you, the more I like you... not a shameful bone in your body” said Dean as he started digging into the tin, nodding aprovingly.

“My view is, why kill a tree with a paper plate or waste water on a dirty plate, and lengthen the inevitable consumption of the delicious pastry that is pie” as you grabbed a forkful of pie “when it already comes with a container?” then you consume the delicious forkful.

Dean looks at Sammy as Sammy starts laughing

“I’m going to start utilizing that excuse, you do realize this right Sammy?’ said Dean as he grabbed another forkful, causing Sam to go into another fit of laughter. 

“So did you guys find out a plan yet?” you asked grabbing another forkful, practically racing to have the equivalent of one piece.

“Yea we have all of the info, do you have your stuff for tomorrow?” asked Sam.

“Yea, I’ve got it all... don’t worry about me” you said with a smile. 

After eating the rest of the pie with Dean it was time to turn in for the night, so you went to your room after saying goodnight to the guys and shut the joining door behind you.

You heard some commotion on the other side of the door, like a creeky door hinge, but much deeper. Sam’s also saying something but you can’t quite make it out. As you open your eyes you feel the slight sting of the sunlight burning your eyes as you stumble, not so gracefully, out of bed. You knock on the joining door to see what was going on. Sam opened the door.

“Hey y/n, how’d you sleep?” asked Sam, calm as always, and very alert... as always.

“Good, everything alright? I heard some commotion” you said as Sam steps back into the room revealing a very hungover and sprawled out Dean Winchester.

“Yeah I’m just trying to get this mess up” said Sam as he kicks Dean’s bed.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh” replied Dean, in a deep and obviously not lucid tone, adjusting the pillow from under his head to over his face... “Why do you have to be a morning person Sammy?” groaned Dean as he turns to his side and covers his face again.

“What did he have to drink last night?, when I was here he only drank beer” you asked Sammy.

“Ok let me see, he had Whiskey, more beer, and something else” said Sam contemplating.

“Tequemma” muffled Dean through the pillow. “Oh yea tequila” said Sam, “you can remember what you had but not get up?” said Sam.

Dean lifted the pillow up enough to uncover his mouth and said “I can get up but I don’t want to, let me sleep”

  Dean finally lifted his head, giving up and looking at you and then Sam...

“If I’m getting up now I’m going to need three things in the next 10 minutes... Coffee, eggs, and bacon” said Dean as he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom “emphasis on the coffee and bacon...eggs are optional” yelled Dean from the bathroom.

“I like that idea, I’m going to go to the bathroom and change, then we can get some breakfast” you said as you made your way to the bathroom.

After breakfast you went back to the motel and stated preparing for the hunt. 

You started off with the easy stuff, cleaning the guns. You grabbed the Desert Eagle and unloaded the rounds and then got out the barrel brush and started scrubbing. After that you moved onto the shotguns and then finally the standard hand pistols. After you returned the boy’s guns and ate lunch you started to sharpen all of your daggers and your machete. Making sure that they are sharp enough to slice through paper like a hot knife slices through butter. The machete took a while though, you haven’t used it in a few years so that one took a few hours in and of itself. You then grabbed the boy’s knives and sharpened those too. There are five Wendigos so every slice and shot can’t fail on this one. Their knives were the worst though. They had not been sharpened in at least 10 years, thank God they only had 3 knives on them. The next thing you knew it was 8 o’clock at night and time for dinner. 

At dinner in the diner near by Sam went over the strategy with you, telling you exactly where the boys and Cas will be stationed. After dinner it was time to get ready. The first thing that you did was take a shower and shave, next was hair and makeup. After that it was already 10:00, you are supposed to leave at 11, so you had just enough time to paint your nails. After your nails dried you went and put on your guarder belt and slipped on your dress, then your boots, finally you put on your earrings. Just as you were putting on your earrings you heard a knock at the joining door. 

“Are you ready Princess? We’ve gotta go y/n!” yelled Dean but you didn’t care, you were too busy looking at yourself in the mirror, for one second you could see the girl that you were before Bobby. The sexy, sassy, care free med student that had everything going for her. You almost missed it. Another one of Dean’s angry knocks is what snapped you out of your memories. You reached for the joining door just as Dean was at mid knock. 

You expected him to say something... anything. He didn’t he was just frozen, his raised fist still in the air, still, staring at you almost confused.

“Dean you look like you stared into Medusa’s eyes, are you ok?” you said as you stared at him. His lack of movement or response made you a little nervous so you grabbed your left wrist with your right hand, trying to keep yourself from shrinking away, closing the joining door, and going back to what you always wear.

“Hey Dean is y/n rea-...” said Sam, stopping in his tracks, his jaw going slack for only a minute, looking at your face. It was slightly embarrassed and shy so he forced out “You look gorgeous.... Like hard to focus on the hunt gorgeous, right Dean?” said Sam as he patted Dean on the back, snapping him out of his daze.

“Uhmmmm yeah... sorry about that y/n I just... you just....” Dean then let out a strained cough and turned around and walked from the threshold of both rooms to the duffel bag that has all of the weapons.

“Ok are we ready for the hunt?” you said glancing at both of the boys, both equally stunned at your figure and staring at you. As soon as you said that Cas popped in with his back to you.

“Why are you both looking at me like that?” said Cas, not knowing that you are behind him. “Where’s y/n?”

“Behind you” you replied.

As Cas turned around he said “oh hey y/n”. As soon as he laid eyes on you he said “Oh so that’s why I smell the pheromones on the boys, you look lovely, if the Wendigo’s don’t find you attractive then they must be blind. You look like the models that are all over T.V.”

“Cas, shut up” said Dean as he tried to re compose himself

You blushed. You have never had a genuine and honest compliment. You know that Cas isn’t really good at the whole human thing so to hear him being honest like that made you blush as you said “Thank you, Cas”

“You are welcome, although I don’t know why you are saying that, you look like a model, that is the truth” said Cas. He then turned to the boys to address them “Neither of you have moved since I came in, are you two ready to go?”

“Yeah let’s go” said Dean finally peeling his eyes away from you to open the door. 

All three of them waited for you to leave first, that wasn’t a first as the boys are very chivalrous, but what did stun you is the nervous cough Dean let out as you walked by him. He usually does that when he sees someone he likes. It’s just the shock, nothing big you said to yourself. 

As always, Sam held the door open for you as you slid in and Cas popped into the backseat with you while Dean and Sam got in the front. As soon as Baby roared to life Dean fumbled to shut off the air conditioning and Sam laughed at him.

“What’s wrong Dean? You usually like the air conditioning” said Sam, looking mischievously at his brother knowing that it was the perfume you out on. Dean just glared at him.

“I just want to enjoy the air” he said, usually he’d look at you through the rear-view mirror and smiles, he didn’t tonight. He just pulled out of the parking spot and started driving.

After about 25 minutes on the road you all reached the dance hall, named “Decibel Dancehall” 

As soon as you get out of the car you hear the club music pouring out of the guarded entrance. It sounded like a tune that you know so you got excited and ran to the opposite side of Baby, grabbed Cas’ hand and ran for the entrance. The bouncer took one look at you and let you in for free. The boys on the other hand had to pay, but as soon as you got in you noticed the gigantic dance floor and all of the booths lining it for V.I.P.’s. The music was exactly what you thought it was, Freaks by Timmy Trumpet and Savage and you waited patiently, hoping the guys would get in soon. Finally they got in and you yelled to them “I’m going to dance, keep your eyes peeled for anyone that looks interested” as you ran to the dance floor.

You danced on the sides of the packed hall and as soon as the beat dropped and you started jump with the mass of people

The Bass and the Tweeters make the speakers go to War

HAAAAAAAAAAAA The mighty trumpet brings the freaks out to the floor (x2)

Tell me, tell me, where the freaks at Tell me, tell me, where the freaks at Freaks at (x4) Tell me where the freaks at!

You made sure to jump extra high to the beat, trying to act as if you’re not out looking for something suspicious.

We get that bass thumping, people jumping, all over the world We got them speakers pumping, Timmy trumpet for the women with curves

We got that freak flow, freak show, welcome to the sound Just let the leaders lead, preachers preach, welcome to the sound We close the curtains on them if they’re acting like they never heard Ya see we do this for a purpose just to keep that fire burning

..and we don’t need no water, let that mother mother burn Till we play your trumpet let the people go berzerk

After that song fades you feel someone behind you. Then as you look you see Dean in front of you dancing with someone, well trying to. When you look behind you see Sam with another woman, and Cas is off to the side, looking at the dancefloor. You felt a lot safer seeing your boys but you still couldn’t shake that someone was watching you, not in a good way. Then song after song came on. After three hours of being at the dance hall you thought no one was going to dance with you, 

“Why is no one dancing with you?” said Dean as he started to dance with you,well once again, trying.

“I have no clue, I guess you were right about me being a tomboy” you said casting your eyes down.

“No it’s not that” said Dean, “it’s probably because Sammy and I aren’t giving you enough space, we are pretty intimidating, we’ll lay off” said Dean as he motioned to his brother to meet him at the bar.

“Why do you say that, you were right Dean” you said.

“I’ve never been more wrong.... Keep your eyes peeled Beautiful” said Dean as he let go and trailed his brother to the bar.

As soon as the boys drifted off to the bar a man finally grabbed you from behind. It wasn’t a regular grab, more of an eager grab, it definitely wasn’t one of the boys.

“I was waiting for them to leave” said the man, turning you around. The man was pretty tall, not Sammy tall, but taller than Dean, from what you could see he had a nice build and cropped hair. A new song came on that was perfect for dancing, so you and him started to dance.

Meanwhile at the bar

“She thinks she isn’t beautiful” said Dean in a slightly sad tone.

“Well you did say that she was too much of a-” Sam was saying until he was cut off by Dean

“I know... But I have never been so wrong... this is an issue I mean how am I-” Sam was the one cutting Dean off now because he saw you dancing with a guy.

“Um Dean?” Said Sam

“Sam I’m trying to talk here” replied Dean 

“Dean”Said Sam 

“How am I ever going to tell her  how wrong I was without looking like an ass... I mean I’ve never messed up like-” rambled Dean

Sam gave up on talking to Dean and effortlessly grabbed Dean’s head and turned it to the dance floor to see you dancing with a guy.

Dean face turned from sad to methodical as he watched every move that guy made. This guy did this often, Dean could tell. The way he grabbed your hips, brushed that little bit of hair that just won’t stay down out of your face. The way he talked into your ear. It’s a job, that’s all, nothing major, thought Dean to himself, until he turned you around in a spin. That.... that pissed him off, he knew what he was doing, he was assessing your assets. Then another guy butted in. 

Dean noticed a change in your body language. Instead of being carefree it was rigid. Almost like a person who got caught and was afraid of what would happen next. Dean nudged Sam and he said “I know”.

Dean watched him as you two danced, the man kept on glancing at the exit, until finally after 20 minutes he was ushering you out of the building.

“So where are we going” you said to the mysterious man. He looked awkward, like he was hungry and eager at the same time. He also made your hair stand on end, usually a good indication for any mammal to stay the fuck away from the thing triggering the reaction. So naturally, you went for it.

“I thought we’d go back to my place, it’s quieter there. You ok with walking?” asked the man.

“Yea sure that’s fine” you said. Feeling a bit nervous. “You live close?” you continued.

“Yep. maybe a 5-10 minute walk from here, I live across from the old graveyard, you know it?” asked the man as you walked.

“No I came here for a little vacation, y’know, somewhere off the grid with no tourists” you said trying to sound as natural as possible.

“Your a historic vacationer then?” he continued. You had a nice conversation with the man for the next 5-10 minutes. You already knew that there wasn’t any house near the graveyard, so as you got closer you started to ask about his family... Maybe they were the Wendigo’s.

“So you a single child? Sorry that was an awkward question” you immediately feigned embarrassment. 

“No I’m not, I’ve got a family, well more like a litter of siblings, 5 of them, 3 brothers, 2 sisters. I’m the youngest.” he said with ease.

“Oh that’s cool, I’ve never had a sibling” you said, hoping to open him up.

As you reached the graveyard he said “My siblings have gotten ill recently, they’re really hungry all of the time, I think it has to be some metabolism disease or something. My house is just across the graveyard”

You didn’t hear the rumble of Baby or anything else, as you looked back you felt the man hit you in the head with something. It caused you to lose your balance and he grabbed you, dragging you into the graveyard finally placing you at one of the mausoleums.

As you started to hear a little more, you heard snarling

“very good brother” said one of the voices. 

You stood up seeing 5 Wendigo’s

“I’m guessing these are your siblings?” you said with a huff.

“You’re not scared?” said another, with a higher tone.

“I was hoping to meet you actually, you should’ve lost the ability to speak by now” you said in a matter of fact tone, looking at the other three you figured it out “those other three shifted first, you two are the only ones that can talk”

“Clever woman, too bad my brothers and sisters are hungry, I would’ve really liked to get to know you” said the man as he walked away.

The largest one stepped up first grabbing you with one of his hands, you took the silver dagger out of your guarder belt and stabbed his hand and he let you go with a growl and smacked you almost across the graveyard, you smacked into a tree. You weren’t there for long because one of the smaller ones sprinted at you ready to rip your head off, you managed to grab another knife from your belt and stab their hand too, instead of shrieking and smacking you, they kept on reaching to you, lifting you about 20 ft into the air. Then you heard it 

“Y/N!!” yelled Dean from the ground at least 40 yards away.

When you looked back the Wendigo almost had you in its mouth, you were at neck level, and you pulled the knife out of its hand and slit it’s throat.

It gurgled and dropped you, you landed on your feet and slit the tendons in its legs. As it collapsed you carved into its chest and ripped out its heart. It went limp. It was only then that you noticed that a liquid was running down your head but that didn’t matter now. 

Dean ran up to you and dropped the bag immediately unzipping it.

“A little late Winchester, give me the machete and the (shotgun or Desert Eagle)” you said with a smile.

Dean did as you asked and handed you the weapons, then you heard the growl of another Wendigo behind you, and another to your left.

“Welp let’s go Winchester” you said as you ran towards the closest Wendigo, which was behind you.

This one was bigger.... way.. way bigger, maybe a 20 footer so you used your gun on it, shooting out the kneecaps, as soon as you did that it kneeled. As you approached it you grabbed your machete from it’s sheath and in one quick and forceful slice you cut off its right hand, and then the left, then finally you chopped off it’s head. And once again it collapsed and you used your machete to rip its heart out.

“Two Down” you yelled

“Oh SHIT!” you heard Dean yell and then saw Castiel fly for the first time, well more like thrown but still... it was impressive. His landing even made you cringe, but you ran in the direction he flew from. When you got there you saw Dean getting the shit kicked out of him while Sammy was fighting the other Wendigo. The third one was free so you thought, mine as well. This one was a good 17 footer so this’ll be fun.

You ran up to it and started shooting, first at the hand but you missed and it smacked you into a nearby mausoleum entrance, you heard your ribs break and felt a pain that would definitely stay with you for a while as the Wendigo picked you up. How you still had your machete in your hand you have no idea but you were too close to the mouth now to go for the neck. So you decided to slice it mouth. It shrieked and slammed its mouth shut. You then took the opportunity to stab its arm and as it let you go,you sliced it’s chest on your way down, basically gutting it. It still wanted to fight so you were thrown again into the same mausoleum, but with not nearly as much force. You grabbed your gun from the ground and shot it in the head then ripped it’s heart out of its exposed chest cavity. Not waiting for it to collapse you ran to Dean, as Sam was already getting help from Cas who seems to have recovered.

Dean was currently still in the grasps of the Wendigo but he was still fighting it, shooting it in the shoulders, chest, arm, anywhere but it just wasn’t budging so you decided to take a different approach. You charged him from behind. You climbed the Wendigo, which it did not like as it started to thrash like a bull but you finally got to the chest cavity and used the machete to stab it through the heart. It released Dean but reached for you and almost got you but as he was reaching you took out the machete throwing it to the ground and quickly ripped out its heart. 

You were so focused on the Wendigo that you hadn’t noticed that Sam and Cas had already killed the other Wendigo. When the Wendigo collapsed you got off of its back and looked at them, covered in blood, bruises, and welts. 

“What?” you said as you spat out some blood “You guys good?” you continued as you looked down an noticed a few rips in your dress and blood seeping out of some of them.

“Yeah Princess we’re good are you? You look like Rambo at the end of the movie, how many of those things did you kill?” asked Dean kicking the Wendigo that you just killed.

“Ok let me see there was the one that picked me up against the tree, the one who I shot its knees out. The other one I gutted, and then this sack of shit here” You said as you pointed to each one that you killed, well in their direction.

“Remind me not to fuck with you Princess” said Dean as he grabbed your gun and you chuckled, grabbing your side. Then the cleanup began, You were on heart and dismemberment duty with Dean, Sam was on gathering the parts, and Cas was on salt and burn.

By day break you had a burning pile of Wendigos and your boys. You then watch Sam crush the hearts and release the ash in the graveyard’s air, as instructed in the lore, and Dean and yourself along with Cas buried the ashes.

“You ok Princess?” said Dean as he noticed that you were favoring your broken ribs.

“Yea I’m good, when I was thrown against the mausoleum, the Wendigo broke some ribs is all.” you said not wanting to worry Dean.

“Alright ready to go?” asked Sam.

“Hell yeah” you said. You were tired, bloody, sweaty, and in pain. “As fun as that dancehall was and this whole... whatever this was.. was, I need a shower, some booze, and something to eat.” you said as you turned to walk toward Baby. Dean was right next to you and smirking at you weirdly.

“Dean why are you looking at me like that, why are you smililng?” you said with curiosity.

“You’re beautiful Princess, how can I not smile?” said Dean

“I look like shit and covered in blood Dean” you said as you made it to the car. Dean opened the door for you this time, not Sam.

As you got in he said, “You may be covered in blood, but you don’t look like shit, you look like a. hmm what’s the word Cas?”

“A model?” said Cas

“Yeah, A model who’s also a warrior” said Dean as he winked and shut the door. Now it was time to go to the motel, shower, eat, and then celebrate!

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Getting to Clinton- “Who Are You?” Part 5

fanfic writer: Choose Your Fate (aka MaximumKillshot)

Characters: Dean, reader, Sam

Overview: After saving Dean and telling the boys who you are, the boys decide to allow you to move in with them, now you are on your first official hunt with the boys…

Warnings: Language, descriptions of violent crimes, gore

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I’m trying a new format her guys, there are parts of the story that I have YOU making the decision, they will be indicated in brackets, so choose wisely!

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“We don’t have all day princess” said Dean as you were packing up your duffel bag. Dean continued “We’ll be waiting by Baby for you”

“Ok Dean” you yelled from your room making sure you had everything for a few nights stay at a crappy motel.

Your final business is picking travel clothes, (you have two options, either a black sports bra with a workout tee shirt and blue jeans or a regular bra, a distressed Guns and Roses tee shirt and a pair of black ripped up jeans.) After you make your decision you make your way to the car.

As you walk to Baby you see Dean tap Sam as Sam looks at Dean oddly, then as Sammy looked up at you he smiled. Dean then got up to meet you half way.

“Can I grab your bag for you hun?” Dean said with a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back as he grabs your duffel, this man is very chivalrous. When you get a look at Sam he’s smiling, not a normal smile but a mischievous I am so going to milk this smile. You may have moved in with them almost a month ago but you can read them pretty well... Or you think you can.

As you walk up to Baby you hear Dean say “OK are we all ready for New Jersey?”

As he circles around the Impala also known as Baby you hear Sam mumble something then chuckle and Deans face goes from yay a ride to I’m going to murder you Sammy. And you go from excited to confused as you get in the backseat and settle in. Once the boys are in you start off the conversation for the long car ride.

“So, what do you have to listen to Dean?” you say with curiosity.

“Well let me see.... we’ve got Zeppelin, Queen, The Who, AC/DC” said Dean as you interrupt.

“Stop, you had me at (Zeppelin or AC/DC)” you say with excitement as you lay back.

“Ok” says Dean with a grin as he put in the cassette and starts driving.

After two days on the road you make it to Clinton, New Jersey, to a (motel on the outskirts of Clinton or crappy motel in the heart of Clinton).

As Dean gets out to book the room or rooms, you really haven’t thought that out yet. Your face shows the internal struggle that you are now faced with.

“You okay there y/n?” says Sam with a hint of worry.

“Yeah I’m fine I was just wondering how the sleeping arrangements are gonna go” you said, you had to be honest.

“Well... hmm that’s a good question.. If anything I’ll sleep on the couch” he said with a smile.

“You are a 6 foot 5 inch man, that is built of nothing but muscle, you are not taking the couch my friend.” you say with a smile.

“Why not?” said Sam.

“You will be in so much pain the next day. If anyone should sleep on the couch it would be me, I’m tiny enough to sleep there and not wake up with a herniated disk”, you said with a chuckle.

“You have a good point... but you are a lady and it would be impolite to leave you without a bed” Said Sam.

“I’m fine with it honestly” you said as you stretch out on Baby’s back bench seat.

“See? If I can lay down in Baby’s back seat, I can handle a couch” you say in a matter of fact tone.

At that moment you hear Dean clear his throat outside of the car and your head snaps up at Dean as if you were some sort of excited child looking at Disney world tickets. Causing both of the Winchesters to laugh. You didn’t care, you just wanted a shower and a pillow. Dean comes in and shuts the door.

“OK princess here’s your card, room 122″ said Dean as he handed you the key card to your room. “And here Sammy we’re room 123, adjoining so we have more room to roam around” he continued as he popped the car into drive.

“Dean I don’t need my own room” you said, feeling a little like a burden.

“Trust me sweetheart, you don’t wanna be in small quarters with us for too long, by the way you need your own bed, and don’t go saying ‘oh I can use the couch’ because Sammy and I don’t work like that, you need your own space” said Dean, and with that, you were silent.

“How did you know she’d say that?” asked Sam with a curious look on his face.

“Cause’ it’s what I’d say” said Dean as he parked the car and smirked at you through the rear view mirror.  “Are we going in or what?” said Dean as he looked to his brother who’s now trying to hold back a laugh.

“Welp I’m going in!” You say as you get out of the car. When you make it to the door you open it. As you walk in you feel someone behind you and Dean is right behind you. scarring the crap out of you.

“JEEZZZZZUSS, are you a ninja or something?” you said griping you chest as he laughs at you.

“We are hunters remember, we have to be quiet... where do you want me to put your bag?” said Dean.

“(on the bed or on the desk) is fine” you said as you walked in, Dean right behind you and placing the bag where you want it to be placed.

“Ok well I’ll leave you to get settled in, just knock on the joined door when we can open it ok?” Dean said with a smile.

“Gotcha thanks Dean” you said with a smile as he closed the door.

You hear muffled talking in the room, realizing that the motel walls are way too thin as you hear Sam’s laughter. Then you hear Dean say something, but you can’t quite make it out. Realizing that you are now eavesdropping you go to the tiny bathroom and quickly take a shower or at least you thought it was quickly, it was an hour long shower. You quickly get dressed with your hair still dripping wet and knock on the joining door and within seconds Dean opens the other door.

“Had a nice shower?” asked Dean as he’s towel drying his own hair.

“Yea it was nice to finally get a good shower in, I cant believe we’re half way across the country” you said 

“Yea we are really far from Kansas” said Dean as he sat down on his bed.

“Where’s Sammy?” you asked.

“He’s taking his shower, he’ll be out in a bit, but I’m starving, we need to eat and go over this case” said Dean as he grabbed the take out menu that was on the nightstand. “What are you feeling tonight princess? Chinese?, Pizza?, Oh wait we’re in the north east again, they have cheese steaks!, have you ever had them?” asked Dean excitedly.

“Yea I have, I actually went to Gino’s once” you said with a smile, waiting to see if he knew what that even was.

“You... went to Gino’s?” Said Dean as he slowly looked up at you. “How was it, was it really as good as they say, did you get it with or without whizz? Onions or no? Did ya get it with mustard?” Asked Dean. You answered every question with no problem and told him all about it.

“So yea cheese steaks?” You said, drawing his attention back to the menu.

“Oh shit, yea, um how do you take yours?” Said Dean and you gave him the way that you liked your cheese steaks and laid back on the bed, flipping channels.

By the time the cheese steaks are there Sam is stepping out of the shower.

“Well it’s about time Sam” you say as you open your cheese steak and finally turn around to see Sam still wet and toweling off, which you are used to since you have been living with them for a month.

“You hungry Sammy? I got you some of that rabbit food you adore so much” Said Dean as he set Sam’s salad on the table.

“Yea thanks” Said Sammy as he goes to sit down at the table. 

You then grab a drink and set it on the bedside table and grab the files that you brought with you and plop them on Dean’s bed. You were looking at particularly gruesome pictures of the victims and enjoying your cheese steak when Dean looked over.

“Jesus honey, do you have an iron stomach or something?” asked Dean.

You had a particular interest in four of the pictures, “No but apparently I have a silver one” you say as you gather up 4 specific photos of the victims.

“What are you talking about?” asked Dean walking over towards you with his food, chomping away at the cheese steak.

“In the lore it says that the way to kill or weaken a Wendigo is by stabbing it with a silver dagger through the heart right?” you asked.

“Yea, then rip the heart out, quarter the body, then salt and burn... why?” said Sam

“Look at all of the body parts left, hands, legs, one even has some of the torso eaten around” you said.

“And?” said Dean grimacing at the photos.

“All of the heads that are left have silver earrings on it and one had a nose piercing, those hands have silver rings on them, the legs have silver anklets, and what’s left of the torso?” you said, pointing at it towards Dean.

“That’s a belly ring, looks like it’s made of silver” said Dean, he looked up at you and smiled... “So you were right, it’s a Wendigo... good job princess” said Dean.

“Do we have any silver daggers or bullets?” you asked and immediately both of the brothers started to laugh, hysterically.

“Of course we do princess... we’ve got everything we need for a Wendigo” Said Dean staring at your stoic face... “What?” Dean continued.

“Nothing, I’m just wondering if you guys have enough to kill 5 of them” you said as you walked to your room, grabbing your duffel and then dumping all of the silver weapons that you have onto Dean’s bed, including a silver dipped machete.

“Woah princess, what is all of this, and how did you know that there’s 5 of them?” asked Dean.

“Look at the bite marks in the flesh... I blew them up and printed them before we left. There are five different sets of bite marks. I isolated them and measured them to be sure. I confirmed it before I left the bunker.... that’s why it took me a bit longer to pack” you said grabbing the pictures with your measurements and handing them to Dean.

“How do you know all of this?” said Dean as he finished off his cheese steak in record time.

“I was going to be a surgeon, they make you go through rudimentary dentistry when you are studying emergency surgery. One of the things that they teach you is identifying bite marks” you said as you lined up your weapons, grabbing your Desert Eagle, and loading it with silver bullets.

“Is there anything you don’t do?” asked Dean.

“I’m a pretty shitty writer if that helps your ego” you said as you winked at him.

“So what’s the plan y/n?” asked Sammy.

“You won’t like it” You said as you got out a tactical guarder belt, measuring it to your thigh and loading it with daggers “Either of you”.

“Princess, you better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking” Said Dean, looking at you.

“I’m going to be the bait” You say with a smirk.

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Who’s He?- “Who Are You?” Part 4

fanfic writer: Choose Your Fate (aka MaximumKillshot)

Characters: Dean, reader, Sam, Castiel

Overview: After saving Dean and telling the boys who you are, the boys decide to allow you to move in with them…

Warnings: Language, descriptions of violent crimes, gore

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y/a= your age

y/h/c= your hair color

y/e/c= your eye color

As soon as you got back to the bunker with Dean and the supplies you say to him “You ready to get those stitches out?”

“Well I’m not excited about it but yea, some of them already popped out” said Dean as he grabs as many bags as he can so you don’t have to make a second trip.

After you grab the remainder of the bags you go to head down the stairs into the bunker, as you put the supplies down on the table you hear a whoosh and you immediately draw your gun. 

“Boys we’ve gotta talk” says the man. He’s a little shorter than Dean, wearing a trench coat, and a dress shirt with a tie and slacks. His eyes are crystal blue. The boys don’t mind you until they hear your gun cock.

*click*

“Woah y/n calm down, it’s cool, he’s with us” said Dean lowering your weapon by nudging the barrel towards the ground with an even pressure. 

“That better not be what I think it is” you muttered with irritation. If this was an angel you were going to freak out... not in the good way. You still had a grudge against anything supernatural really, you wouldn’t kill one, but you’d definitely give it a black eye. 

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“That? Who is she?” said the man, obviously confused, not mad that I just called him an object.

“Um Cas, this is y/n she’s a hunter, one of Bobby’s last pupils. She had no where to go so we took her in” said Sam trying to de-escalate the situation. “y/n this is Castiel, an angel”

“You’re kidding” said Castiel

“You’re Cas!? I thought Bobby was joking when he called you an angel” you uttered, stunned at the fact that you are in front of an angel. After you got your wits back you started to put your gun away.

“No I am an angel of the Lord” said Castiel,

“Debatable” uttered Dean with a smirk, “Cas here, he had to do some things, like all of had to at some point or another.” Dean said as he walked to the kitchen to put things away.

“You guys are seriously taking her in, you know what happens when you two take people in” said Castiel motioning towards you.

“I know the risks Castiel” You said with a twinge of annoyance, how is it that everyone in this bunker at some point or another has warned you that the Winchesters are death. Now this angel comes in and is acting like you’re some sick puppy that’s going to soil the rug.

Castiel, noticing something in you winces away from you and continues, “Anyway, we have a problem”

“When do we not have a problem Cas?” utters Dean as he puts away Sammy’s ‘Rabbit food’ as Dean likes to call it.

“What’s the problem?” asks Sam.

“There were some murders in Clinton, New Jersey” said Cas.

“I am guessing that they are something more than regular murders?” You said as you motioned Dean to sit down so you could remove his stitches.

 “That would be correct. There were seven murders in the last week, the victims, all female around y/a years old, y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes. They were ripped limb from limb, and abandoned, most of their flesh gnawed off” said Castiel.

Dean sat down next to you and took off his shirt, exposing the sutures and you began to cut them away.

“Ok so that sounds like a really specific werewolf” said Sam. “Do you have any leads?” he continued.

“No, I think that it may be a werewolf, but the specificity of it does’t match” said Cas.

“Maybe this werewolf is actually a ghoul” you say with a cautiously optimistic smile.

“Come on y/n that isn’t...... wait here” said Sam as you kept on removing stitches from Dean’s side.

“That makes no sense, why would a ghoul be so far away from the Arabic Desert?” said Cas as Dean scoffed.

“If someone brought him there” said Sammy as he re-entered the room with his laptop.

“No Cas is right” you say, “It’s a Wendigo, Sam it’s a Wendigo!”You say with pride.

“But wendigo’s don’t care who they eat y/n” said Sam.

“But... what if this was at first a human, lore says that it’s not uncommon to happen, come on it makes sense, if the wendigo is young, it may still have some of its wits. That coupled with a grudge that the wendigo may have, it could be it” You said after finally removing the last stitch. As soon as you do that you pick up the book that says “Le Livre sur le Lore des Montagnais” and plopped it on the table.

“You speak French?” Said Dean as he hovered over you, looking at the book. “What does it mean, the title?” he said after maybe 2 minutes.

“It translates to ‘The Book on the Lore of the Montagnais people’, they are indigenous to Canada and one of the original peoples to encounter a Wendigo. Since Montreal Quebec, Canada produces most of the books out of Canada, this is written in French, and yes I do speak French. Where is that quote?.....” You say as you thumb through the ancient book.

“Ahhh found it! It says that Wendigo’s like the cold climates, they are constantly, insatiably hungry, and they grow with each victim that they devour. They also say that it is possible for a human to be turned into a Wendigo as well, only if overpowered by greed” you said looking at the passage.  

“Well that would explain why this all started happening a week ago, I’m convinced, let’s pack up Sam” said Dean.

“Ok, I’ll meet you guys there” said Cas and in a blink he was gone.

You put your head down, knowing that they don’t think that you’re ready for a Wendigo and then you hear:

“You too princess, get packed, we’re headed to New Jersey and if this thing is seven times it’s original height, we’re definitely going to need you” said Dean.

You snapped your head towards him then back at Sam, who is still in the room and Sam mouths to you ‘play it cool... congratulations!’. Then you look back at Dean to see him peaking out from his room, “You coming or not sweetheart?” said Dean as he looked at you with a tiny smile on his face.

“Yea give me a sec to pack” you said with a smirk. This is gonna be fun!

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“Who Are You?” Part 3:Meeting Hulk

fanfic writer: Choose Your Fate (aka MaximumKillshot)

Characters: Dean, reader

Overview: After saving Dean and telling the boys who you are, the boys decide to allow you to move in with them…

Warnings: Language, 

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It has been three weeks since you finally met the famous Winchester brothers and you have settled in nicely. Not that there hasn’t been hiccups. The boys took some time off to get to know you, they wanted to know about what you had learned from Bobby and where they want to help you improve as a hunter. The whole last week Sammy was quizzing you on your Western lore and your Latin. Dean has been helping you with hand-to-hand combat, well as much as he can so he doesn’t burst his stitches, he’s also teaching you how do do things with mechanics. As a matter of fact that was the first thing that you and Dean bonded over. The day after you moved in Dean wanted to see what “Piece of Shit” car you were driving. He said that it’d be good practice for him to work on other cars other than Baby and well, Dean and Sam really didn’t need another car. The car that you have definitely isn’t a piece of shit, it’s a car that you lovingly named Hulk, a 1965 Pontiac GTO, Hulk green (hence the name) with black racing stripes. Dean’s face when he saw Hulk was priceless, you can still remember it now.

(Three weeks ago)

“You’ve got to be shittin me” said Dean as you pulled Hulk into the garage of the Bunker.

“I shit you not” you say as you put Hulk into park, resting right next to Baby and still roaring like the bohemith that you know it is. “Where are my manners let me introduce you two, Hulk, Dean,……. Dean, Hulk” you say as you motion for Dean to touch the GTO. “This is Hulk my…” Dean cuts you off

“1965 Pontiac GTO…. this car… it’s more than a classic. This is the second genetarion of Pontiac GTO’s, it’s gorgeous” he said rubbing the steering wheel.

“You might want to be a little quieter, don’t want Baby getting jealous” you said playfully.

“Why would you let me touch him” said Dean.

“With the way Bobby said you took care of Baby, I know you wouldn’t wish bad on or hurt Hulk in any way” you said looking at how he marveled at the way the car felt under his hands.  “Want me to pop the hood? I just tuned him up about a month ago, New oil too” You said as Dean looked at you, his eyes sparkling. 

As you go to pop the hood you notice that Dean is ready to get a look at the car, as soon as the latch releases he’s lifting the hood and marveling at the beauty that is Hulk.

“You are not kidding, this puppy looks brand new, how many miles does he have on him?” said Dean as he pokes around under the hood and eventually poking his head up towards you. 

“Hulk is about to to hit his 250,000 mile mark” you say as you reach in to tighten the battery caps.

“No way this car has that much mileage on it and it looks like this internally, what did you do to it when you got it?” Dean said, knowing that there was something that changed since 1965.

“Well when I got him, I had just gotten into med school. He was worse for wear. Originally he was a powder blue, but he was rusted like crazy, his interior was shot, don’t even get me started on the engine” you said circling around the front motioning for Dean to follow, you continued “see the back seat, yea there was nothing on there, I had to reupholster the back, I also had to reupholster the front seats too, the flooring was all done by me, I re-did the cabin with black leather and I re-finished the dash with a dark-stained mahogany. I also took the opportunity to re- wire the dash for CD’s, put in AUX cord jacks, completely re did the sound system…”

“And you’re not a mechanic” said Dean, with his jaw practically on the ground. 

“No, I’ve always loved cars, my parents didn’t care that my room wasn’t full of Barbies, it was full of muscle cars, my books weren’t about princesses, they were on cars… I’m a self taught mechanic… It’s what I do to let off steam” You said as you got in the front seat turning on the sound system and showing him how AC/DC is supposed to be played.

Ahhhhhahhhahhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, Thunder!

Ahhhhhahhhahhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, Thunder!

I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (thunder) I looked round And I knew there was no turning back (thunder)

Dean really can’t believe his eyes right now, here you are, pretty much the female version of him,  in a car that you reconstructed by hand! And listening to Thunderstruck at the loudest levels he’s ever heard out of a classic car.

Dean got into the other side of the car

My mind raced And I thought what could I do (thunder) And I knew There was no help, no help from you (thunder)

You looked at Dean and smiled, Dean started singing along

Sound of the drums Beatin’ in my heart The thunder of guns Tore me apart

 Then he looked directly at you and said: You’ve been thunderstruck

You started jamming with him, grabbing the wheel and tapping it to the beat. 

“Hey I have an idea” you said in his ear. Dean looked surprised and lowered his gaze.

“What’s the idea?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Why don’t we take Hulk out for a supply run?” you say with a grin.

“Ummm yea let’s do that” said Dean with a flush of red in his cheeks.

You got out and shut the hood then went inside to have Sammy make a list.

By the time you’re back out to the car Dean is headbanging to AC/DC. He couldn’t see you, he was too busy enjoying the music, watching him play air guitar…. now that was priceless. 

When you stepped into the car Dean snapped out of it, he acted cool and rested his hand on the passenger side and just said “Ready?” 

“Not quite” you said as you blasted AC/DC and rolled down the windows as soon as Highway to Hell started to play.

“Now I’m ready” you said as Dean smirked and then you were both off for supplies.

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Who Are You? Pt. 2

“(y/f/n) (y/l/n)” you say as you wipe the blood off of your hands with a paper towel soaked in whiskey.

“Have we ever met?” said Sam as he grabbed all of the soiled bandages and began to walk toward the trash bin.

“No, we haven’t, I know you Both though” you say, with your eyes casted towards the ground.

“How? Like how do you know us?” said Dean.

“Bobby…. He saved me when I was in college. I was at home with my family when a Djin ambushed my family. Bobby was tracking it and killed it before it killed me. My family… They weren’t so lucky. I had no where to go, I had no one… Bobby took me in, taught me how to hunt, how to survive, how to do everything a hunter needed to do. From then on I’ve been hunting…. He never stopped talking about you guys, he loved you both so much. When I went to hunt on my own, I heard word that he had died too. I lost it… He was like a father to me… He told me that if I ever needed someone, or if I just wanted to talk to someone other than a wall, to find you, the Winchesters. He told me that you both are good men. And you both are just fantastic hunters… He also said that you could use the help" you continued looking up at them.

“Oh sweetheart we don’t need any help” said Dean.

“Oh really floss man?” you said chuckling.

“Listen y/n, we don’t like to work with people, we get too attached and well, people end up dead around us” said Sam as he walked toward you with a beer.

“Everyone dies in our line of work… we’re hunters, we kill things that shouldn’t exist, vampires, witches, warlocks, werewolves… The list goes on and on… If I was afraid of death I’d be in a operating room right now sewing up someone who got into an accident or some shit like that” you say looking at the boys…

“Can I talk to you for a minute Sammy?” said Dean. Sam walked away and into the hallway with Dean, you could hear whispering but not much else.

“Ok sweetheart” said Dean, “we loved Bobby like an uncle… And we do have a spare room, you have already proved that you can take care of yourself in a fight, and you can patch up wounds pretty damn good too. We don’t like having people close to us, but Bobby had probably told you that too which means that you have thought this out carefully” said Dean, looking at you for confirmation…

“I’ve been thinking about it for the last 3 years… I know you guys are afraid to lose more people that you care about… That’s why I’ve stayed away for so long. I need people with me, I miss Bobby, as much as I try to keep people away I know that I need them. Without people to fight next to and for, what’s the point of being here and hunting.” you say, thinking about all of the fun times You and Bobby had.

“Well that settles it” says Sammy as he walks towards you. You look up at him puzzled. “Welcome home (y/n)” said Sam with a smile.

Who Are You?

Fanfic writer: choose your fate

Warnings: Graphic description of wounds.. That’s about it. Enjoy 

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“Sammy?! Sam!!” Yelled Dean through the bunker.

“What Dean?! Jesus I can’t even take a quick nap?” uttered Sam, stumbling through the hallway, rubbing his eyes. 

As soon as he got out of his haze he noticed that his brother was fearful. He was grabbing his side, limping towards him, and bleeding, badly from his side. “Man, I can’t even leave you for a minute can I?” Said Sam, grabbing his brother from his good side and leading him to the library table.

“It was supposed to be a simple salt and burn Sam, nothing too serious” uttered Dean through his teeth, wincing as his little brother sat him down. Sam immediately moved Dean’s arm that was nursing his side. As he moved it blood started to leak from his undershirt, through the flannel shirt, and onto his leather jacket. Sam moved his brothers shirts out of the way to reveal a nasty gash on his side. 

“Okay Dean I can’t see much with the blood in the way, keep pressure on it, I’ll be right back ok?” Said Sam as he made a mental checklist in his head of everything he was going to need.

As Sam walks away, making his way to the bathroom for the bandages, he yells “so how did a simple salt and burn turn into my brother getting his ass kicked and limping all the way home.” 

“keep it up smart ass, I may be hurt but I can still kick your ass all over this bunker” said Dean. 

Sam is smiling to himself as he grabs the bandages, a needle, floss, and a flushing syringe as well as two cups. Sam makes his way to the kitchen to get the water, whiskey , and paper towels. “Seriously Dean, how’d you get that gash?” 

“Ambush, what I thought was a simple ghost was three witches, well two witches and a warlock.” uttered Dean as he removed his many layers, he examines his side and points at it the wound to his brother from the kitchen “what you see here, is the warlock… Strong son of a bitch” he said with a winch as he reapplied the pressure to the wound. “What? So I guess they summoned some kind of spirit” said Sam

“They could have, but that wasn’t the only off thing about it” said Dean. Sam was looking at Dean intrigued as he washed his hands in the whiskey and handed the rest of the bottle to Dean. 

“Well… Out with it” said Sam as he filled the syringe with water, then injecting it into Dean’s wound, flushing any debris out of the gaping wound. 

“Ggnnn, a hunter was there” grunted Dean, feeling the pain of the flushing of his wound. Sam looked at Dean, even more confused than before as he grabbed the whiskey from his brother. Dean and Sammy know each and every hunter in the U.S. they would know if or when a hunter would be anywhere, let alone so close to the bunker. 

 “Did you catch his name?” said Sam, now dunking the needle that was threaded with floss in the whiskey that he had taken from his brother. 

“No, I didn’t catch her name” said Dean as he snatched the whiskey back, taking a swig for good measure as his brothers started to stitch him up. 

“Her?” asked Sam as he began to stitch Dean’s sliced skin, smirking. Female hunters were hard to come by, and there was one in town? “So you got this protecting her?” said Sammy knowing better, he never has fear in his eyes unless he was very close to death. 

 “Not exactly” said Dean, he continued “… She saved me. The witches pinned me down with a paralyzation spell, the warlock, as I said, had plans and started to slice me open. Then I heard a loud bang. I looked to my side and there she was, her gun in hand. She took care of the two witches pretty quickly and she threw a hex bag at me while the warlock attacked her. She got tackled to the ground and as soon as I had the hex bag on my chest I could move, I grabbed the gun that she had dropped and shot the guy in the head.” 

“She sounds pretty tough, what happened next” said Sam as he continued stitching. 

“She got up, I gave her the gun that she dropped, she told me to go back to the bunker, I was bleeding pretty badly, that she would take care of the bodies… She knew my name Sam, and yours” said Dean puzzled himself. 

 “Well that shouldn’t surprise you Dean, we did close hell’s gates, stop the apocalypse multiple times, raised from the dead even more times, heck everyone knows us.” said Sam. 

“she talked to me as if she has known me..forever Sammy, like we had worked all of the time together” said Dean, not sure if he was making sense. 

 “Well we work alone so it was probably the blood loss” said Sam as he finished patching him up. As soon as he finished that there was a knock at the bunker door, no one knocks.

Dean went to get up to see who it was but his brother stopped him, grabbing the gun that was taped under the table. He motioned his brother to be quiet. Sam then slowly made his way upstairs. Sam looked through the peephole, seeing a woman, about 5 foot 3. (y/e/c) eyes, (y/h/c) hair. You’re dressed in a leather jacket, a black tank top, and cargo pants. . Sam slowly opened the door “Can I help you?” he said with the gun at his hip pointed directly at you.

“Not me Sam, Dean however, I came to check on him, he had a nasty wound, I wanted to make sure he got home alright” you said looking behind him to see Dean, standing and leaning on the library table. “May I come in Sam?“ you continue. 

 “Not until you go through the check” Sam said. And with that you slowly pull your backpack from behind you. 

“May I open it?” you say with a cautious tone. By this time Dean had sneaked up next to Sam with holy water and a silver knife.

“No need sweetheart. We’ve got our own” said Dean as he opened the door further. He splashed you with holy water…. Nothing, ok so that rules out demons. He then motioned to see your hand. You rolled up your sleeve and presented your arm. Dean then cut your arm with the silver blade….. Nothing. Great that rules out everything! 

 “May I come in now boys?” you say. Dean grabs your backpack from the ground as Sam motions with the gun to come in. You walk into the bunker, taken back by how big it is in person, and how tall Sam is in person, he has to be at least 6 foot 5. You look back at Sam to see him burning holes into your face with the intensity of his gaze. "Well this is a hell of a welcome, I saved Dean, you do know that right?” you say with your hands up in the air. 

 “She has a point Sammy, put the gun down… I wanna see what she’s about” said Dean. And with that Sam put his gun away. 

You scan Dean with your eyes, man his brother doesn’t know how to sew! The lines are all off, the stitches are weak, you couldn’t bare looking at this poor man’s wound. 

 “What?” said Dean, noticing your gaze. 

“Who taught either of you to sew? My God that’s awful, with that type of stitch you’ll be guaranteed a nasty ass scar for the rest of your life… And is that floss?” you say, approaching his wound. 

“It’s all we’ve got and yes that is. It gets the job done” said Dean looking at the wound. 

 “Let me stitch it again, please I can’t see you looking like that” you said grimacing at how the skin is still sliding a bit under that sad excuse of a suture.

 “Oh you can do better?” Said Sam, obviously annoyed with this petite woman.

“Think? I know” you said as you reached for your bag from Dean. You then took the bag to the library table and started rummaging through it. The boys followed you to the table. “lay down here Dean” you said pointing with your gaze to the table as you pull out a surgical needle, actual sutures, and a clear type of suture. Dean did as you said and Sam grabbed scissors from the kitchen and brought them to you.

“Woah, badass, cute, and now a doctor?” said Dean as you sterilized the needle and sutures with the whiskey that was on the table. After that you sterilized your hands with the whiskey as well and grabbed the scissors, snipping away at the floss in this man’s side. 

 “I was studying to be a surgeon, when it all happened” you said as you start to remove the floss. “I was in my sixth year of studying, I was the best stitcher in the class so to leave you here with this” you say as you hold up a piece of blood covered floss, “is unacceptable”. 

“Well we’ll see about that princess” said Dean, smirking up at you.

“You won’t be smiling soon, I’m going to do a very painful stitch on you, but it’ll hold 100 times better than that Crap” you said, looking at Dean. 

 “What type of stitch is it?” Said Sam as he towered over you, getting a good look at what you were doing. 

“I call it a Frankenstein stitch” you said with a smirk as they both looked on confused. “The reason why I call it that is because it’s used when all of the layers of skin are cut. I’m going to use the clear suture first. It’s a dissolve-able stitch, that’s going to be used in the dermis of the skin. Then I’m going to use the black, Teflon suture to secure the epidermis, that comes off in about 2-3 weeks. Less scarring, less damage to the skin.” you say as you begin your work. As soon as you touch the suture to Dean’s dermis he jumps at the pain 

“ahh God Jesus honey that hurts” said Dean as he took another gulp of whiskey.

“Told you, now sit still” you say as you continue, “you watching Sammy?” you say to Sam, he nods in agreement. You do the first few stitches slowly to let Sam learn how to do it. Then Dean got restless so you picked up the pace, explaining every twist and turn of your wrist to the youngest brother. After the stitching was all done you sterilized the wound once again and grabbed the bandages that were laying on the table and covered them. 

“Wow, that feels really good actually thanks uh uh I never got your name” said Dean as he stretched a bit. 

 “I’m (y/f/n) (y/l/n)” you said.