A Hunter's Life (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Chapter 2

Dean led you out of the hospital keeping you close with his head down, to avoid the cameras. He led you to an '67 Impala.

"Nice car!" You commented smiling at him.

"I know!" He replied, winking at you. He opened the door for you, allowing you to slide in. Closing the door he walked around and jumped in the drivers seat, putting it in gear, and quickly spinning out of the car park. You drove through the middle of town you knew so well, the setting sun streaming through the gaps between each building. You drove past the street you used to live on, the one your parents died on. You stared at where your house used to stand, where you and your parents used to be happy, where you had a life, what was left now? You have no house, no parents, no point of life anymore. Tears started to well in your eyes.

"Hey, look everything is going to be okay. It may seem like theres nothing left, but there is always something left to live for. You have your whole future ahead of you. You seem like a smart kid, a strong one too." Dean said sympathetically.

"Thanks, but I've already told you I'm not a kid." You said sternly. 

"I know. I'm sorry, but you're still in college. Just finish college and then you can do what you want."

"No. I'm already doing one extra year of college, I think I can stop now. My father wouldn't have pulled me into that house. He wouldn't have tried to kill me. There was something wrong with him. HIS EYES WERE BLACK FOR GOODNESS SAKE!" 

"Look you were probably just delirious. All the smoke blurring your vision and that, it was probably just a hallucination."

"It wasn't a hallucination. I wasn't even in the house when I saw them, I hadn't inhaled any smoke. I know what I saw."

"Maybe it was just a trick of the sun."

"NO! I KNOW WHAT I SAW!" You shouted at Dean. "... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout. I'm just sure that must be something to do with why he tried to kill me. It may sound crazy, but I think he may have been possessed or something." You said the last bit quietly, looking up at him cautiously.

"You are crazy!" He quickly replied, with a hint of defensiveness in his voice. You looked at him frowning slightly, to which he looked away from you back to the road, quite nervously. "Look there is probably some reasonable explanation for it. I will help you if you want."

"No, it's fine, you're already helping me enough. Tomorrow I'll leave you and start afresh I guess." 

"Okay, but if you need any help come find me. Do you have a phone?"

"I did, but I dropped my bag after I saw the fire, and well I don't know where it went."

"Okay, in the morning before you leave we will go get you a phone and I'll give you my number in case you are in trouble. Okay?" Dean said it as more of a demand than a question.

"Sure, thanks." You finally pulled up outside the motel. Dean stopped the engine and jumped out. 

"Come on." Dean said looking down through the window of the car at you. You got out of the car, still in your hospital gown. "We need to get you some clothes". Dean said fiddling with keys in the door at the front of the Impala. "I'm sure you can wear some of mine until the morning."

"Thanks." You walked into motel room, scanning it from top to bottom. There were two beds, both had been slept in. There were two duffel bags, one on each bed, a stack of books on the table next to a laptop, the laptop open one side of the table and the top book open on the other, both chairs at the table were pulled out. "Dean" You started. "Who else is here with you?"