I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader] Book 2

The Gate

Ellen was quickly ushered into the house, waving off a flurry of questions from her hunter friends. Marcus stood in the kitchen with a beer in one hand and a glass of alcohol in the other. "Heard you wanted whiskey," he said with a wink, handing it to her.

Ellen smiled widely and swiped the glass from him, taking an immediate sip. "Good to see you too, Marcus. Who's your friend?" I lifted my head at that and peered around Sam to see Jeremiah looking rather nervous in the doorway between the living room and kitchen.

"Jeremiah, ma'am," he answered coolly and leaned against the door frame. Ellen paused for a moment, watching him with curiosity. She eventually stuck her hand out, offering it for him to shake.

"Wait-" I began, but it was too late. The moment his hand touched the ring on her finger, her recoiled in shock, a hiss leaving his lips at the sound of sizzling flesh. Silver.

On reflex Ellen reached for the gun on her hip. I dashed forward, forcing myself between them with my hands extended, silently pleading for her to relax.

"He's with me," I spoke calmly, watching her eyes flick between Jeremiah and I. "He's like me. Like us," I continued, gesturing between Marcus and I, who took a long sip of his beer.

Ellen's fingers twitched as she watched Jeremiah intently, who stared back with bated breath. Finally she sighed and dropped her hand from her hip, lifting the glass of whiskey to her lips. "Don't have any damn silver bullets on me anyway," she grumbled as she took a sip and brushed past Jeremiah into the living room.

"So how'd you get out?" Dean called after her, the crowd following her into the living room. Jeremiah watched from the doorway, his back turned to Marcus who sipped his beer with a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everyone else," she replied with a scoff. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck. That's when Ash called, sounding panicked. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high, and everybody was dead." Her voice trembled and she hung her head, letting her hand wrapped around the whiskey glass sag. "I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes."

Sam let out a shaky breath through his teeth. "I'm sorry, Ellen."

She nodded along with his words, accepting his remorse. "A lot of good people died in there, and I got to live. Lucky me." At that, she knocked back another swig.

"What about the safe?" Bobby inquired, his tone low as if he felt bad for interrupting her moment of silence. I pursed my lips, leaning against the wall as I watched my companions, each frantic in their own right. "Did the demons get what was inside?"

"No," Ellen answered, and the tension in the room seemed to deflate as she withdrew a folded map from her jacket. She laid it on the table beside Bobby's open book and unfolded it to reveal a map with several x's drawn on it.

"Is that Wyoming?" Dean asked, peering over Ellen's shoulder. "What do these mean?"

"Hell if I know. Demonic activity, maybe? Ash was the brilliant one, not me," Ellen answered with a chuckle. I shifted from the wall to the table, peering over her shoulder. It looked like a totally normal map, truthfully, aside from the 5 x's drawn in sharpie. They looked perfectly spaced, as if they were marking something.

I jumped at the feeling of a presence behind me and half turned to see Jeremiah hovering at my side. He scrutinized the map, lips parted and brows furrowed. He quickly clamped his jaw shut, grinding his teeth in thought.

"That one's an old church," he spoke, drawing all eyes to him as his finger met the x closest to him. "I... My old alpha had me visit this one with him. It's been abandoned for decades - there's nothing there besides a condemned building and an old railroad track."