𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝒾𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔

Everyone you knew were dropping like flies around you and you felt like you were next. You had no where to go or idea of what to do. There was one person that you could call but he was an old fling you had years ago. You weren't even sure if he was still hunting.

-dean's pov-
"Hey Sammy!" I yelled as I stuffed my face with a cheeseburger. "Yes?" Sam replied as he came out of the shower. "There's been a strange string of murders in a small Indiana town. Could be a case for —" My phone starts to ring. It's Y/N a name you haven't heard for awhile, one that brought memories. You answer.
"Hello Dean?"
"Yes."
"Who is that?" Sam asks and you shush him.
"I need your help Dean. It's ok if you say no but I really think this is something you and Sam do that needs help."
"You want us to help you?" You were happy that she finally called. You never got over her.
"Yes. Everyone around me has d- died. Dad, Mom, Tom. I don't know what to do and I'm scared I will be next, Dean."
You look at Sam and then to the newspaper realizing Y/N is the one this has been happening to. "Yes. We will be there to help."
"Thank you Dean! I'm sorry this is how  we talk again but you were my last hope."
"No prob, N/N"
She ends the call with a little giggle. You let out a sigh.
"Who the hell was that, Dean?" Sam asks again.
"Y/N." You changed your focus to Sam.
"Y/N. As in the girl you dated for your whole high school career and then left her to take on the life of hunting?"
"Yes, that Y/N."

-y/n pov-
The next day, you saw the fucking impala pull up in front of your home. 'Damn, some things never change' you thought. You took a deep breath and open the door to walk out. Dean got out of the car and Sam followed. Seeing them was like being a kid again.
"Hey."
"Hey, Dean. Hey Sam!" You turned your head with a smile when you talked to Sam.
"Hi!" Sam gave a little wave back.
"Y'all can come on in. I can explain what's going on."
They sit down on the couch
"Would you guys like beers?"
"Yes." They both say at the same time.
You place the cold beers on the coffee table. "Mom and Dad and Tom all died 2 weeks apart from the last. They all died the same way. At home, with their throats slit, while the tub was running boiling hot water." You say.
Dean drinks and thinks. "Mom, did she still work at the antique place?"
"Yes"
"Did she bring home anything unusual?"
"Not unusual or recently but the last thing she got me was a tea set. I put it in a tray to carry down here to show you all." I run to go get it and carry it to them. They looked at the all red and gold items on the tray.
"Could we find out who had them before me?"
"Yes, we could." Sam replied
"Lee and Anne's Antique Shop?" Dean asked.
"Yes, you remembered?"
Dean smiled as a way to confirm.

Sam made phone calls to the antique store and went down the line of who all has had it before. Turns out the damn set really was antique. It had belonged to a woman named Denice Coolingwell, who made pottery and ceramics in 1923 in New Hampshire. She had unfortunately killed herself in her bathtub, by slicing her throat, while drinking tea from the set. All we had to do now was find this lady's grave and burn her bones and this damn tea set cause shit this is creepy now.
"You ready to go on a road trip, Y/N?"
You looked at Dean. "I guess so."

You all hopped in the impala something you hadn't done in many years. You were nervous about the things that could happen while you were away. You grab at your necklace. A sun charm on a gold chain. A necklace that Dean had gave you before he left you behind. This trip could only end two ways and now that Dean was back and you had him here you thought about making some pretty bad decisions.

Eventually the car came to a stop at a hotel. The two bedroom, smelly, ran down hotel was decent for the night. Sam went out to get anymore leads for new cases or maybe better directions to find this woman than we had. Which left Dean and I to catch up.
"No boyfriend or husband?"
"No. Have you found anyone? Or slept with anyone, I should ask."
"Y/N."
"What Dean? You leave me as soon as we are stable. I know how you are and I thought I really had potential on making you settle down for once. I thought you loved me, Dean."
"I know I fucked up okay. You were good to me and treated me better than I could have ever treated you. I know there were other girls while we were screwing around too though and that is on me. I didn't know how to settle down and give myself something good." Dean ranted.
"I know Dean. I gave you a lot though, just for you to throw it out. You never were bad to me. You were always good and protective. You just couldn't settle."
"You were the only one I treated good. I cared for you because I didn't love you but you made me feel weak and I hate that, Y/N."
" I know, Dean. I loved that you wanted me though. People were jealous at first."
"They were weren't they?" Dean replied back.
After a few seconds you found your lips pressed to his and his hands up your shirt taking it off and your hands on his pants releasing his self to you. You felt dirty but it was so nice to escape for once. Dean fully undressed you and took a moment to admire your body. "You are still so beautiful years later." This made you giggle before he started kissing you again. Everything felt like it stopped and Dean and you were the only ones. His hand trailed your body, squeezing every part of you he loved most. Then a voice entered the room.

"Guys! I- woah what the hell?"

Dean quickly covered me up and then stood up to buckle his pants back up and gather my clothes to give to me. Dean gave Sam a look and Sam's expression looked dissappointed. Dean slapped his sides and followed Sam outside the motel room. You took advantage of this time to get dressed.

Words- 1147
Date- 3/18/24