The Axeman (Dean x Reader)

part two part one

Hey Fam!

Excited for Part two???

i know i am!!!

Anyways,

Ive realized that ive lost a lot of readers...

And im not entirely sure why...

So if yall could get others to read, it would mean a lot to me :3

Alright, ill stop talking now and get on with the update.

FALSE. OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY. JUST 2 MORE HOURS UNTIL SEASON 11 IM SCREAMING.

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1000 words
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Even though __ loved the boys, their constant bickering and the "we're family!" speech was getting old. Its been two days since __ and Sam got drunk off their asses at the bar, but she still had a headache due to the brothers arguments. She had returned to her room for a night by herself While sam and Dean went off to go investigate a second, and third murder.

The girl was standing in the center of her room in nothing but a tank top and underwear. Why?

She was debating on wether or not she wanted to sleep or take a shower. This one hell of a hunter couldnt decide on which was more important.

"Fuck it." She muttered while walking into the bathroom.

She of course couldnt have the full day to herself. Tonight, she and the boys would go out and hunt the suspected demon.

She stripped out of her clothing and stepped into the shower, bringing a blade in with her-you never know when some type of monster will attack you- then began to scrub her hair.

__ hummed randomly at first, but the tune soon turned out to be Kansas, Carry On My Wayward Son.

[A/N: DONT JUDGE ME I LOVE THAT SONG OKAY?]

She heard a noise outside the bathroom and instantly picked up the blade. 'why is it always me?'

__ stepped out of the shower, leaving it on to give the attacker the idea that she didn't know they were here, then quickly grabbed and secured a towel around herself.

As the sound of footsteps came closer to the door, __ held the blade tighter and go ready to open and pounce. It was always best to have a first, unsuspected move.

She swung open the door and lept out, tackeling whatever what there and held the point of the blade right against their neck, puncturing it slightly; Just enough to cause a drop of blood roll down the side of its neck.

Her teeth were gritted, until she realized it was Dean. "Oops."

She quickly stood up, almost dropping the towel might i add, then stared down and Dean. "Don't freakin scare me like that you jerk!"

Dean just stared as a droplet of water ran down from the side of her neck to the section of cleavage that was shown by the towel. He swallowed and cleared his throat, then looked at her face, finally, and began to speak.

"Did you shower with that knife?"

"Yes! Im a hunter thats been alone for a very long fuckin time! I don't have a brother to rely on." She glared at him and Dean threw his arms up in surrender.

Damn that girl had a harsh glare.

Dean apologized for scaring __, then sat down on her bed.

__ Walked into the bathroom to finish her shower, then began to dress.

"Shit!" She hissed as she realized she didn't grab a shirt, thinking that she would be alone in her hotel room to pick one out.

"__? Whats wrong?" Dean asked through the door.

"Forgot a shirt." She answered simply.

"By all means, c'mon out and grab one." Dean called, his smirk laced through his words.

__ sighed and stepped out, walking right over to her bag and grabbing the first shirt she could find, which happened to be one that was navy blue and had a pocket over her right breast. It said, in white letters, FBI.

She pulled it over her head then grabbed a sweatshirt and left it unzipped.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Deans eyebrows scrunched together in interest, and __ couldn't help but to smile at the sight.

"Ive got my ways."

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It was 2 am when they finally came upon the cabin in the woods that supposedly held the demon/ whatever the hell the actual monster was. __ was walking silently, not a crunch coming from the forest floor beneath her.

Dean was also pretty quiet, though an occasional pile of leaves would become offset with a stumble over a tree root.

Moose on the other hand kept walking through bushes and stepping on branches. Several times __ had glared and told him to not be such a moose, to which he would swear quietly and attempt to make it over the roots with more grace.

Sam forgot about his height apparently because he would never duck under the low hanging branches. What a cute little dork.

The wooden, rotten steps of the front porch were frightening enough, but the stench of blood that lingered in the air. "Thats inviting." __ mumbled to herself.

Dean held the demon blade in his hand while __ and Sam held iron ones, just incase.

They, with difficulty, made their way up the steps (after one snapped in half under __ 's weight, which totally helped her self esteem) and crept into the house, the bloody smell even more pungent.

"This smells worse than dads old boots." Dean muttered with a disgusted face.

They stalked around for a bit, their footsteps making a thump noise when coming in contact with the wooden floor.

The only problem is that it was to quiet. Something would have jumped out by now.

__ started to call to Sam and Dean, warning them that this might be a trap, until the handle of an axe made contact with her head.

She blacked out almost instantly, feeling herself being lifted and thrown over someones shoulder.

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Ha okay next part youll finally find out who the Axe Man is!

K I HAVE TO GET INTO MY SPN STUFF SO I CAN GET READY FOR THE PREMIER OKAY YEAH BYE