This is War(Supernatural AU)

Chapter Four

"So where to?" You asked once you hopped into Dean's impala.

"Well, if Azazel's as good of an assassin killer as you says he is, then he probably knows where you and I live," Dean said, thinking for a moment as he drove.

"I'd suggest my safe house but its's three states over and I'm pretty sure you don't have enough gas to drive that far," you mentioned with a sigh. Just great. Of all the days someone tries to kill you, it had to be today.

"I've got a friend that lives just a town over. He can help us," Dean suggested, "We can stay at his place till we figure all this out."

"Alright," you nodded and stared out the window, looking through the rear view. A black Sedan had been oddly close behind. You weren't sure if it was maybe just you being paranoid or if that car was actually following you. "Dean... I think that car's following us."

"Huh?" Dean focused on the mirror at his side and his expression turned grim, "Crap. Hold on tight."

"Hold on to what?" you asked wide eyed. Without answering, he swerved the car at the nearest corner and stomped on the gas pedal. The abrupt force made you jerk to the side violently, causing you to bump your head on the window. "Ow," you groaned.

"Sorry," Dean grimaced but kept his eyes focused on the road, "Is he still behind us?"

Snapping back to reality, you lowered the window and stuck your head out to look behind. The car wasn't as close to you as it had been earlier, but it was starting to catch up. "Yeah, keep driving!" you urged, going back into the car. You turned to the backseat and grabbed a black duffel bag that stored a few weapons. You took out a glock and slipped halfway out the window to get a clear shot.

"(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?!? Get back in the car!" Dean shouted.

"Shut up and focus on the road Dean," you yelled back, slipping your finger above the trigger. You aimed the gun low, taking a deep breath. Right when you pulled the trigger,  the bullet zoomed straight into the right wheel of the black Sedan, causing it to deflate. The car came to a stop, gaining you more distance from the killer. You slipped back into the car, unloading your glock.

"Nice work back there (Y/N)," Dean smiled in relief as he drove on, taking a detour.

"Don't ever doubt me Winchester."

~Time Skip~

"Here we are," Dean said as he slowed down in front of a small cabin-like house.

"Nice, very...empty," you managed to say once the impala came to a stop. You grabbed the duffel bag and got out the car, following Dean to the entrance. "Are you sure this friend of yours still even lives here?"

"Yeah, that ol' drunk's lived here since I was crawling around in diapers. He's here."

You nodded and he knocked loudly on the door. There was silence for a while until he knocked again. "Maybe he finally did move. It's getting late-"

"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" an old man with a worn out baseball cap and plaid asked, aiming his shotgun right at you two.

You both lifted your hands in surrender, trying to show you weren't a threat. "Hey Bobby, it's me. Dean?" he spoke, trying to jog his memory, "Dean Winchester?"

Bobby lowered his gun slowly, and his look of hostility turned into one of shock. "Boy comere'!" He said and engulfed Dean in a brief, but warm hug. "It's so good to see you. How have you been?"

"Honestly? Not well. My friend (Y/N) and I almost got killed today," Dean said.

Bobby frowned at you, "What did this idjit get you into?"

"Hey, it wasn't completely my fault," Dean tried to vouch for himself and failed.

"Oh whatever, come inside so we can grab a few beers. You can explain it all to me then," Bobby said, stepping aside to let you both in.

Once you all settled in and grabbed a few cold ones, you started explaining the whole story to Bobby, who surprisingly wasn't that shocked about the details. "So you're saying this Azazel guy is tracking both of you down and trying to kill you?"

"Yep, that's the whole enchilada," Dean nodded, taking a swig of his beer.

"Well, the most I can do is let you stay here under the radar. I can make some fake I.D.s for you two but it'll take me a while. I'm assuming the guy already knows your license plate so you can rally up and take one of my cars in the junk yard back out," Bobby offered.

"Thank you so much Bobby, I owe ya one," Dean said with a gracious smile.

"Boy, you don't owe me anything. Just take my advice and quit this assassin business while you're at it. You don't want to end up like your father," Bobby finished up his beer and stood up to dispose it. "Just clean up when your done. Dean'll show you to the guest room. Nice to meet ya by the way (Y/N)."

"Nice to meet you too," you muttered quietly as you watched him walk away. You turned to Dean, who had been oddly quiet, "What did he mean when he said 'you don't want to end up like your father'?"

Dean shook his head, "It's a long story."

You shrugged, "We've got time."