Falling for a Hunter (Female Reader x Dean Winchester)

Chapter 13: Flash Back

This chapter doesn't have much to do with the main storyline. I thought it would just be fun to have a flashback moment to see what Y/N's life was like as a child.

If you would like to see more "filler" chapters like this lmk!

P.S. sorry it's so long.

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"Dad! The bus is here!" You shout from the kitchen after making yourself a sack lunch.

"Okay sweetheart!" Bobby calls from his room atop the long staircase. "Let me know if you decide to audition for that play!"

"I already told you, it isn't going to happen," you say in a singsongy way as you step into the cool November air.

Bobby has always tried to get you to participate in after school programs, probably his way of keeping you out of the house while he takes his "work calls." But also, a way of trying his best to convince you to go down a life path other than hunting.

You have always been good at school, a natural academic that your father never ceases to brag about. "She got it from her mother," he says to anyone who will listen. "Always has straight A's, never fails a test. She will go far."

Just like every kid in the universe, school is the last thing you care about. That's not to say you don't like studying, because you do. But you enjoy studying things that don't exist in your high school curriculum. Things like vampires, and werewolves, and witches. Or, better yet, how to kill vampires, werewolves, and witches for that matter.

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Every weekday morning is the same. You wake up, pack a brown bag full of food, sneak one of your father's, "off-limits," books into your backpack, and ride on the bus full of your peers. Every school day is also the same. Math, English, history — your second favorite class — P.E., lunch with your "nerdy" friends, dodging your bully in the hallways, until you get to sit in on your favorite subject; science.

History is your second favorite subject because you get to learn about things like the Salem witch trials — which the textbook completely got wrong — the renaissance, mythology, and so many other things that can really only be fully explained if you know about the supernatural. Science is your top favorite because you are able to learn how to mix chemicals or dissect animals.

"There's that Dahmer girl!" Your bully, Justin shouts when he sees you walking toward the bus when the last bell rings. "Gonna run home to dissect a human body?"

"Probably going to dissolve the body in a vat of acid," and other girl named Julie mocks. As everyone laughs and calls you a freak, you just keep on walking, ignoring the torments the best you can.

You, of course, know it must come across as weird to your schoolmates that you are so interested in learning about chemistry or anatomy, but it isn't because you fascinate about dismembering human beings. It is so you can protect yourself from the supernatural monsters these regular people only see in their nightmares.

If you know how to dissect an animal —or anything for that matter — then when the time comes for you to kill a mysterious beast, you will have the skills to open it up and see exactly what the hell it is. And chemistry helps you learn the compounds needed to make bombs or chemical weapons that may just save your life. You don't see anything wrong with having these skill sets, so why should anyone else be bothered by it? Plus, you have never harmed anyone or anything.

That's a lie. You did set fire to the chem lab freshman year. A week into the school year, your teacher had just finished her lesson on lab safety. She droned on and on about what not to do and what you need to wear in order to protect yourself. But, one thing stood out in your mind as the list continued. "And whatever you do, don't mix a peroxide with the combustible compounds!" The very next day you found sodium hydroxide and barium in the lab's storage, mixed a little bit together, added heat, and BOOM!