Wings of Desire -Dean Winchester x Fem Reader-

Chapter 16

Dean

One minute we were fighting in the bunker, and the next, we were zapped to y/n's house. The last thing I remember was hearing gunshots in all directions. Cas was fighting demons and angels simultaneously, Sam and I were dealing with a dumbass angel, and y/n took down a demon.

My head was pounding so bad, and my whole body was on fire—every muscle ached. "What just happened? Is everyone alright?" No answer. I turned around desperately looking for Sam and y/n. "Sam!!" Nothing. "Y/n!!" I shouted louder, but still, no response.

I tried to stand up, failing on the first attempt, stumbling over my own feet. After a few tries, I managed to stay on my feet. I began frantically looking in all directions, screaming Sammy's name.

"Dean! Over here!" Thank God. I felt immense relief when I heard my brother's voice. I followed it for a few minutes until I found him lying behind some bushes. "Hey, are you okay? Come here," I extended my hand to help him up. "Yeah, I'm fine. How about you? What happened back there?"

I chuckled, "apparently, the damn angels have embraced the Second Amendment because they're using guns now."

"Yeah, I figured it out," he laughed, "where's Cas? Wasn't he the one who brought us here?"

"No, it was y/n. I don't know where Cas is; the last thing I remember was seeing two bright flashes of light and waking up here."

He sighed, "I hope Cas is okay. Where are we?" He asked, looking around.

Turning around, I continued scanning the area, but there was no sign of y/n. We walked towards the front of the house. "This is y/n's house. This is the safest place we can be right now."

Sam whistled, "wow, this place is beautiful, and the house looks like it's from a magazine."

"Wait till you see her libr.... ah!" I exclaimed, shrugging my shoulders and holding my right side. "Dean, are you okay? What's wrong?" Sam asked desperately.

I couldn't get a single word out. The pain was so intense it took my breath away. When I woke up, I didn't have a scratch on me, just pain all over. But this pain was different.

"Dean! Answer me, what's happening?" I extended my arm to lean on Sam. "Come on, let's sit you down," Sam urged, leading me to a chair on the front porch.

"No, wait," I stopped him. This pain isn't mine. It comes and goes.

It's y/n's

"Sam, it's y/n! We have to find her, now!"

"What? What are you talking about?" He looked confused.

I didn't have time to explain. The longer it took, the more pain she endured. I didn't even know where she was. She could have fallen in the middle of the forest.

Just imagining the state she must be in, my heart breaks a little more every time I think of y/n. My soul already shattered for her.

Shit.

We started walking non-stop around the front of the house, including the part of the forest in front.

As we continued our frantic search, the dense forest around y/n's house seemed to stretch endlessly. The air hung heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves and our hurried footsteps. I could feel the tension building within me, a mixture of worry for y/n and frustration at our inability to locate her.

"Dean, slow down," Sam urged as we trudged through the underbrush. "We need to think this through. How do we even begin to find her in all this?"

"I don't know, Sammy," I replied, frustration evident in my voice. "But we can't afford to waste any time. She's hurt, and it's getting worse. I can feel it."