Supernatural [Reader Insert]

32. Blacked Out

You couldn't remember much from your dream but imprinted in your mind was the last image you had seen. Roy, with shiny black eyes. You gasped awake at six in the morning, which wasn't awful because you had fallen asleep fairly early compared to usual, but it was still too early to get out of bed.

"What!? What!?" Dean sat up straight, a knife in his hand glinted in the low light.

"Ah!" you screamed as his shouting scared you again. "What the hell!? Where did you get the knife?"

Groggy Dean looked at the knife in his hand and then back at you. "I sleep with a knife by the bed."

"Aren't you afraid you'll stab yourself in your sleep?" you said aggravatedly.

"No."

It was quiet a moment as you both caught your breath.

"Why'd you scream?" Dean sat back and set the knife on the nightstand.

"Because you were waving a knife around!"

"Before that!" Dean said gruffly.

"I-uh- a dream. I don't know."

"Don't... do that," Dean pulled his covers back up and rolled over away from you.

You rolled your eyes. You knew you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep so you got up and took your time getting ready. It was a fairly warm spring day in Iowa. The sun was shining outside and birds were chirping. You put on a t-shirt and jeans and for once took your time with your hair. You had gotten ready in the bathroom, trying to let Dean sleep a little more, but when you came out he was awake and dipping knives in dead man's blood.

"Before breakfast?" you asked, a little grossed out. You scrunched up your nose at him.

Dean ignored you. You poured yourself a little coffee and sat down at the table. Next to the two knives he had finished with were the machetes and an angel blade.

"Need any help?" you asked.

"No, I've got it." He started cleaning up and stood to throw away the napkin he had sitting underneath his mess. When he came back and sat down he stared at you seriously. "Here's how this is going to go. You stay behind me, you do not help unless you need to, and you stay away from the vampires."

"How can I stay away from the vampires if we're--" you started to ask.

"Ah-ah," he stopped you. "Or I'll leave you here."

You rolled your eyes. "Alright, I won't mess with the vampires unless they mess with me."

Dean pursed his lips. "Good enough."

An hour later the sun was up higher in the sky and Dean was pulling into an old driveway. He had taken one of the bloody knives, the angel blade, and his machete. This left you with a bloody knife and Bobby's machete. You made sure to also grab your gun. He parked the car by an old truck you recognized as Roy's. As you got out Roy stepped out of his truck. You double checked that your pistol was tucked into the waist of your jeans before gripping your machete and walking forward with Dean.

"Ready?" Roy asked as you and Dean approached. You noticed that the prosthetic hand had been replaced with a long knife.

"Nice," Dean grinned at the attached weapon before clearing his throat and saying, "Yeah, we're ready."

"There's only one entrance. They've closed off the other two and painted over all the windows."

"Great," Dean said sarcastically. "We're sneaking in the front door."