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Dean Winchester x Reader (SuperNatural Book fan! Reader) pt 1

A/n: OK so I've lowkey been fiending for a Dean Winchester AU where (y/n) is a fan of the books Chuck wrote, and Dean ends up meeting her on a solo mission. It must also be noted as part of the plot that (y/n) does have training from a witch (She used to be a devotee)  

Reader POV:

  You sighed as the warm beams of sunlight beamed through the sheer curtains of your country home. A steaming cup of heavily creamed and sugared coffee sat on your table, the steam tendrils curling softly up into the air. A plate of pancakes and bacon sat next to the coffee, untouched, and cooling. A book was held comfortably in your delicate hands, the spine of it cracked and worn with love, the cover so used and battered that the contents of the book were unintelligible from looking at the cover.

  You turned the page, content to relax in the comfort of your old, weathered home, when suddenly, the sharp rap of knuckles sounded against your door. You looked up from your book and frowned, dog-earring the page and setting it down next to your coffee. You slid into your slippers and wrapped your robe around your body tightly as you shuffled to the door. You peered through the peephole to see a man in a suit standing there, looking around your porch as he shuffled uncomfortably, almost as if his feet hurt. You furrowed your brow and unlocked the door.

  "How can I help you sir?" You asked, peeking past the crack of your open door. A friendly, but ingenuine, smile crossed his face.

 "Hello ma'am, my name is Agent Declan, I'm with the FBI, may I come in and ask you a few questions?" He said, presenting his badge. Your brows furrowed and you reached out, grasping the leather wallet in your hand as you looked at the badge. 

 "That's not real," You said, looking back up at his surprised face, "What do you want? You a hunter?" You asked. "I don't mind hunters as long as they're not looking for me." The man's eyebrows furrowed.

"As long as they're not looking for you? Why would they be looking for you?" He asked, quickly tucking the badge back into the band of his belt. You sighed and stepped back, gesturing for him to come inside. He swallowed, clearly unsettled, and stepped over the threshold of your home. He glanced down at the floor of the foyer, and his brow raised when he saw it was tiled with pink salt tiles, and the same tiles ran along the base and threshold of every room he looked at as you led him back into the kitchen.

  You poured a cup of coffee and turned to him.

"Cream and sugar?" You asked, reaching for the creamer. He shook his head.

"No, that's alright ma'am." He said, taking the cup with a grateful nod. You sighed and sat down, drinking some of your sugary concoction. You inhaled after you swallowed and gestured for him to sit at one of the chairs at the table, which he did so reluctantly.

"So, Mister Hunter, what's your name and why are you here?" You asked, crossing your legs. You caught the man glancing at your smooth legs.

"Um... well... First, you tell me why you think I'd be looking for you." He says gruffly, and unsure. You sighed.

"I used to be the devotee of a witch. Lots of Hunters come my way, assuming that I know where she'll be. The fact of the matter is, I'm a pagan, and I thought she was a high priestess. Turns out she was an actual witch, and magic is real and whatnot. I had believed it was, but not to the... um, extent that I was shown. She and I split ways years ago, but she still comes around sometimes and begs me to join her again... says I was the best friend she's ever had or some crap like that." You muse, swirling your coffee, "So if you're here looking for her, I can't help you." 

 The man's eyes were wide. He cleared his throat and subtly set his coffee to the side, thinking twice before he ingested it. 

"Uhm, well, you're in luck, that's not what I'm here for," He said, his voice heavy and low, "Chuck sent me."