Falling for a Hunter (Female Reader x Dean Winchester)

Chapter 1: A Bitter Reunion

Any and all material taken from Supernatural used in this chapter is adapted for entertainment purposes and is not intended for monetization.

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It has been several months since you have been home. Work has been busy, so motel rooms and cheap diner food have been your new normal. You look at the date in the newspaper, July 19, 2006. When looking at the date a pit forms in your stomach. Unsure why you feel so bad about this particular day, you decide to pack up your things and return to your childhood home in Sioux South Dakota.

After two full days of driving, you finally pull into the small scrap yard where you spent your childhood playing and learning the ways of a hunter's life. The familiar clutter that surrounds the edges of the property gives you vivid memories of your father shouting at you for using the rusty vehicles as target practice, then immediately correcting your form to help you become better.

As you pull up the front of the house you notice a new car outside your dad's shed-turned-workshop. Your heart sinks slightly as you realize the completely demolished vehicle is all the remains of an all-black Chevy Impala. You continue looking at the mangled metal that once resembled John Winchester's car.

I thought Dad told John to never show his face around here again. You think to yourself as you cast your eyes back to the house. You ignore your lingering question for now as a new thought pops into your head. If John is here. Then Sam and Dean might be too.

A fluttering feeling fills your stomach as your brain fills with endless memories of your childhood. Dean and Sam were the only real friends you had growing up. Sure you had school friends, but you were never invited to play dates, after-school hangouts, or slumber parties. The times when Dean and Sam were dropped off on your and Bobby's porch while John went off to fight a new supernatural creature were the best moments of your life.

You stay in your car a little while longer, getting lost in one particular memory that never seems to fade away. You remember it as though it was a few months ago when in reality a full ten years had passed. It was late January. Sam and Dean were staying at your house, as they always did. John had no plans on when he would be picking them up -- as always. The winter was brutal, and your dad's patients had run thin -- also, as always. But, it was your 16th birthday.

Bobby had always made your birthday special, probably because he believed it would force you to want to choose a normal life. He always did things one hundred percent, never cutting corners, especially when it came to things that non-hunters did. Although Bobby taught you about the supernatural world -- even forcing you to learn several languages -- he was very strict about you not getting involved. "Not getting involved," included things like; no touching any firearms, staying away from his tools, and, when you started showing signs of interest, no reading about supernatural beings. This, of course, all went out the window when Dean and Sam showed up.

Every single time, without fail, Dean would sneak you a new gadget, or a new super cool weapon John had given him. Sam on the other hand was never interested, which is probably why Bobby forced you to hang out with him more. "But Dad!" You remember always arguing with him. "Sam is a little kid!"

"I don't care, Y/N," Bobby would shout at you, and then he would go on a long rant about why hunting is not a life to be sought after. Even though Bobby deeply loved both Sam and Dean, he saw Dean as trouble and being more like Sam meant being more normal.

Back to your birthday. It was so special to you because this year you weren't spending it alone with your father. This year, Sam and Dean were there, and this year, Dean also was turning sixteen. Dean constantly teased you about the three-day age gap, saying things like "I'm older than you, so I get to have the remote," Or whatever he wanted at the moment.