Supernatural- Reader Inserts (1)

Dean- Hunting Demons (Part One)

Okay, so this is from my Hunting Demons fan-fiction. I thought it would be better here. I have no clue if I will ever get to finish it. At first it was an Dean X OC. But I made it into a Dean X Reader, or at least tried.

And thanks again! For all the reads and votes! I think instead of requests.... I am going to do suggestions. Mainly, because I feel like I have to write a person's request. And sometimes I don't have any motivation to... or I have no idea how to write it. And then I feel really bad.

The cabin was creepy, and abandoned. The windows were all smashed, and ivy grew up the stone walls. The willow trees that surrounded the building reminded me of vines that would wrap around and trap someone. You glanced at the smashed windows, and you swore you saw somebody's face. The face was old, and wrinkly, with long grey hair falling around the old face. It was an old woman. She as white, like a pasty white.

"Denis," you whisper yelled at your older cousin. He was ahead of you, his gun loaded with salt. You watched him, "Denis!" You said louder.

"What?" He asked, as he looked at you. We should have waited. "I swear, (y/n), if you say we should have waited for them, I'll--" you flinched. Ever since Denis lost his wife on a case, he has been a total dick.

You lost count how many times you've been bait, shot at, almost killed, or worst tortured by demons, vamps, ghosts, skin crawlers, witches, the list goes on and on.

You were only here, with Denis because he's the only family you have left. He looked behind him, at you. You noticed some movement up a head.

The willow trees began to move, the vines wrapped around Denis, and pulled him up into the air. He was then thrown to he ground. You began moving towards the salt boundary.

You was tripped as the vines wrapped around my legs, you ripped and clawed at them. You couldn't get free, and you dropped your knife. You reached for it, and just as your fingers touched it a bullet came flying at your hands. You let out a scream. Your looked up and saw Denis pointing the gun at you.

"(Y/N), she's after you. Remember!" he snapped. Girls with (your hair color) hair, (your eye color) eyes, and (your color) skin, around between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. The vines began to drag you in to the cabin. You clawed at the ground. After this, you are so done with him.

"Denis!" You heard another voice call. You glanced up and saw the Winchesters. Sam was watching me. You turned onto my back when you noticed the old iron rod by the door.

The ghost was standing in the cabin. You grabbed it and swung at the bitch. She let out a shrill scream and the vines dried up and withered away. You stood up and ran towards the salt.

"Ella!" Sam called. You turned my head and saw more vines reaching out. You cursed and dodged them as the shot out. You skidded to a stop and pulled your knife from your boot. You swung at all the vines, they all began to die. The ghost appeared in front of you, you let out a yelp. You were stuck you couldn't move. Her colorless eyes watched you, it felt like she was searching your mind, looking into your soul.

"Come in, deary. Come in. Come in" the ghost said.

"You can't have her!" Sam yelled. Then she turned and began to move towards Denis, who was on the opposite side of the salt. He was in open water. Suddenly, blood poured from his eye, his ears, his noise, his mouth. He kept coughing, and spitting he ended up falling on his knees.

"Stop!" You screamed, even through he was an ass, he was the only family you had left. "Please!" the ghost began to burn, and scream. The ghost was gone and you ran to him. "Denis!" You checked his pulse, nothing. You began to shake him, screaming at him. You was pulled away from him, and pulled into someone's arms.

"He's gone." You knew exactly who it was.

"Dean." You whispered. Tears flowed wildly down your face.

"You're bleeding." He said, you looked at your leg. Your jeans were torn and you had a cut on your leg from your hip to your knee.

"It's just a flesh wound." You said softly. You heard him chuckle at the reference.

"That's the Bunny, I remember." He used his nickname he gave you when you two were kids, before his mom died. "Let's get you to the motel." Dean, picked you up and carried you to the Impala. He set you in the back seat.

"My bag." You said. You need your bag. It's all you have left.

"I got it." Sam said. He handed it to you, you clutched it to your chest, and began to doze off. You heard Dean say.

"She needs somebody, she needs her friends." he paused looking back at you.

"Will she stay?" That was Sam.

***

You opened my eyes and noticed you was in a bed, you sat up and glanced around. There was a note on the nightstand. Bunny, We're in room 12. Sleep well - Dean. His hand writing was messy, you smiled at the note. You stood up and stretched your sore limbs. You walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You had dirt all over your face, in your hair. You had scrapes on your cheek.

You stripped your clothes off and hopped into the shower. The hot water felt good on your muscles. You tried not to think about Denis. You wondered what you would do now. Denis crashed his car, so you would need to get a bus ticket. You sighed and turned off the water. You began to dry off, you heard the door open, and the sound of footsteps.

"She's not here!" that was Sam's voice.

"What?" Dean hissed. "(Y/N)" I groaned.

"Guys! Get out!" You yelled through the door. You heard them chuckle.

"We have food... and coffee!" Dean said.

"I'm just getting out of the shower!" You said.

You heard Sam laugh, but Dean was silent. "Dean?" You peered out through the door. Dean was on you bed. "Dean!" He just smiled.

"Hey, need this." He held my bag up. You pulled the towel closer to you body.

"Give it!" You hissed. He shrugged and handed it to you. You quickly got dressed and walked back out.

"I missed you." Dean said.

"I missed me too." You smiled. He chuckled, then you hugged him. "I missed you."

"Let's go." He said. "You're riding with us." You gave him a look.

"Guys, I don't need a babysitter. I'm almost twenty-seven." You said, looking at the two brothers.

"Then why were you still with Denis?" Sam asked.

"I promised Alice, when she died. He was all I had left, he was the last of my family. " You sighed.

Sam came in, "Ready?" You looked into his brown eyes, a smirk curved onto my lips. You skipped towards the impala.

"I get shotgun!" You yelled back at them, Dean laughed and you heard Sam grumbling. A smile curled at your lips.