Meant For You (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 1 - Meeting the Winchester Boys

        It all happened so fast. My eyes darted across the room, looking for somewhere to hide. The only suitable place I could hide was in the small and cramped closet. I darted to the confined space and I hid. I covered my ears and crouched down. "Why is this happening to me...?" I thought to myself. That yellow eyed bastard... What the hell did I even just witness!?

My family, was a family of hunters. Although we were hunters, we tried having a normal life. We laughed at a breakfast table and watched some T.V. together, but it was all a facade. Because today, I lost all of those happy faces. My mother, my father, my big brother, my little sister, and finally my little brother.

Creaaaak. Creaaaak.

Oh God.

Creaaaak. Creaaaak.

His steps were getting closer.

Creaaaak. Creaaaak.

The steps were in my room.

Creaaaak. Creaaaak.

I'm going to die.

"Hey are you alright? Are you hurt?" A tall man with nice hair opened the closet door to reveal a crying, cowardly me. I looked up at him and for some reason, I just lost it. I jumped out of the closet and clung to the guy. I cried into him and wouldn't stop. Another man walked in but I took no notice to him. "It's alright now," the man said, gently rubbing my back.

After a while of me crying I slowly calmed down. I backed away from him and looked at the man in the doorway. "My name is Sam, and this is my brother Dean," Sam pointed to himself and his brother in the doorway. "....________.." I murmured quietly. Sam smiled at me and then asked seriously, "Can you tell me everything that happened?" I glanced down and said, "You wouldn't believe me anyways, no normal human would, and I don't blame them,". "Just try us," Dean said, smirking. I glanced up at him and examined his features. They were both extremely handsome but Dean... there was something about him.

"My family hunts- hunted demons. And this yellow-eyed bastard.. he just..killed them all off. Right in front of me. And I couldn't do anything.." I whispered, clenching my fist out of anger. Sam reached out and held my shoulder. "It's going to be okay... Do you need somewhere to stay?" He said gently. "Sammy!" Dean snapped at his brother. Sam glared at Dean who left the room with a "Tch." I looked up to Sam and then back down. "It's fine, I don't want to be a burden.." I mumbled. "It's fine. We have a friend with a spare room or two, His name is Bobby. Bobby Singer," Sam said kindly. 

I looked around my torn apart room and then back to Sam. I nodded my head slowly and said, "Yeah, okay.. let me get ready," Sam smiled and then said, "I'm going to go downstairs then, maybe look for some clues and tell my brother that you'll be coming along." Sam patted my head before leaving my room.

"That demon-bastard left my room trashed..." I mumbled angrily. I grabbed a duffle bag I had on a shelf in my closet. I had changed clothes into something more comfortable. I wore a pair of skinny jeans with holes in it, and a black tank top with a greenish over shirt. I had a necklace given to me by my father and a ring given to me by my mother. I laced together my black combat boots and stuck a gun on the inside of the back of my jeans. I finished packing, adding some clothes and some weapons. I began to walk outside my room and downstairs until I passed my younger sibling's room. I entered it, the room being completely trashed and torn apart. I glanced around sadly, but then took notice to a stuffed animal. It was a small rabbit with red eyes. It seemed to be the only in-tact thing left here, so  I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into my already full dufflebag.

"Are ya comin' or not princess?" Dean said aggrivated, from downstairs. His voice snapped me back to reality and I replied back, "Sorry, I'm coming down now!" I hopped downstairs, skipping a step each time. I reached my front door and glanced behind me one more time. "I'm gonna miss you.." I whispered, letting a single tear fall. I wiped it off and followed the two men to their car. I whistled when I saw that black beauty. "A 67 Chevy Impala? That's one hell of a good condition for that beauty," I said, admiring the vehicle. Dean raised an eyebrow and smiled at my comment on his baby. "Somebody knows a good car," He said. "Hell yeah I do," I said proudly.

Sam then stepped up to me, holding his hand out. "I can take your stuff and put it in the back if you want," He had said nicely. I smiled at him and handed him my stuff with a quick "Thanks,". I walked up to the Impala and ran my hand across it. "Gah, It's so beautiful," I murmured to myself. I opened the door and sat in it, then closed the door. "Woaah, this interior is just ... Godd," I couldn't stop feeling up the seats. This car was just so amazing! Dean stifled a laugh as he sat in the driver's seat. Sam closed the trunk and headed to the passenger seat. I was about to turn on my iPod to listen to some wonderful music until Dean turned on the Impala and "Burnin' For You" by Blue Oyster Cult started playing.

"Blue Oyster Cult!" I said excitedly. "Man I love the classics!~" I said in ecstasy, relaxing into the back seat of the Impala. I closed my eyes to enjoy the music choice and the comfortable car. Dean looked in his mirror back at me and smirked. "What an interesting girl..." He whispered. Sam looked over to his brother, concerned. "Dean..." Sam stared. Dean just looked at his brother and his smirk grew more. "This is going to be fun..." Dean said as he pulled out of my driveway and drove off to this "Bobby Singer's" house.