It Was Never Us - Supernatural Season 13 (Dean Winchester× Reader)

5

Trust and Lies

A power outage was normal for a day like that, rain pounding on the pavement outside as the wind blew at the door and windows, leaving them rattling in their frames. It wasn't normal for that kind of weather nor was it normal the way the rain abruptly stopped, the whole world going silent. Even the cicadas quitened. 

It seemed like the end of the world. Floods immediately followed by draughts, the sun beating down so fiercely that your lips started hardening if you hadn't had water for a couple of hours.

Things still continued precariously for a while, for a few days.

"Did you check the news?" One of your friends had asked that day as a storm brewed outside, darkening the classroom. She was long dead now.

"What news? Whole world is going crazy right now," your boyfriend had piped up beside you, leaning on your table. 

"Yeah, a whole town down south killed each other. I think in Austin. Went totally ballistic."

"Wait what? Do they think it's that new rage virus?" You ask, eyes widening at the news. Huge parts of the European pollution had succumbed due to a 'virus' that made people go feral and act on baser instincts by attacking and mauling other people. Staying on a whole other continent, you and your friends had a strange sense of detachment from the situation, having made a few jokes about a zombie apocalypse starting up. 

"Nah, no way," another friend adds in, shaking his head. "That shit's all propaganda. They're just tryna scare us with that."

"Literally why would they do that?"

"I don't know. To get us in line? The government-"

"Oh, here we go again," your boyfriend mutters and kisses you on your cheek. "We're gonna be fine, okay? You see, in a week- max, a month, this whole situation is going to blow over quick." You smile at him as he moves back to his bench on the teacher's arrival. The storm continued brewing outside.

He was dead three days later. The 'Croatoan' virus, as you now knew it, had taken over your town and he was stabbed 23 times with a half-broken beer bottle by an infected woman. 

A few more days later, all the technology got fried. That was when the apocalypse officially started.

After you left your house, you found a group of people who were kind enough to take you in. They had a plan to move towards the mountains. 

It wasn't long before the angels started picking off the survivors of the virus. One night, about two years into the apocalypse, when you had a set camp and stayed off the angel's radar, they found you. Razed the camp to the ground. 

It was all a repeat of the same cycle. Find new people, set camp, get caught by angels, and barely escape. For so many years you'd been on the defence, barely surviving, spirit beaten out from you. It wasn't until you met Bobby that you realised that you could fight back. Fight against those winged assholes. 

Bobby was a hunter in his past life. Hunter as in killed supernatural beings. Vampires, werewolves, they were all real. That's how you met him- he had saved you against the attack of a feral vampire. You were so weak at that point, hardly any muscle on your bones, bruises and unhealed wounds littering your body that you were sure you would die. But he saved you.  He trained you. Took you under his wing. At this new camp that had weapons with angel-killing bullets and warded against angels, you met Charlie. Her energy was contagious to your grief-stricken attitude. You'd met people who'd hardened you, destroyed you completely. She and Bobby helped you recover. Helped give you a purpose after all those years of running and living in fear.