Supernatural Oneshots English -CLOSED-

"This ain't my first rodeo boy!"

It's been two weeks since you ended things with Dean. You didn't answer his phone calls or his text messages. He came one time to your house but your father got rid of him before you could even go downstairs.
And it was better this way because you didn't know if you could resist his green eyes filled with sadness and love.
After that he didn't try again because your dad threatened to shoot him otherwise.

So you were going to your job downtown, coming home, cleaning, cooking, going to bed and trying not to think about him. It's been the same for the past two weeks. You were trying to keep yourself busy. You went on a hunt one time and killed a nest of vampires. There were just three of them anyway.

Although you deleted his messages immidiatly there was this one you couldn't get rid of because it popped up on your screen while you were doing some research on your phone. So you opened it and your blood froze in your veins.

"Y/N. I need help!" His location was attached to the message. Was this a joke? No he wouldn't joke about something like that. He must be in real danger if he messages you. Was Sam alright? He was probably with Dean.
Hopfully this situation wouldn't end up Dean having to decide between you two...

***

You left your father a note on the counter and left immidiatly. The location wasn't far away from here. You saw in the internet that it was a abandoned building and you figured that they were on a job.
You could just hope that they were alright.

You sneaked in as quietly as you could and you were ready to shoot. The building was old and shabby and smelled like rotten eggs.
That could just mean one thing. You were about to turn left when something hit your head and you passed out.

***

You woke up tied to a chair and grunted because your head still hurt.

"Good morning Vietnam!", someone yelled into your ear and you squinted your eyes in annoyance.

"Been too much around your bitch father?", you said and he punched you right after it.

"At least I'm not dumb enough to fall for this old trick.", he growled into your ear and showed you Deans phone. Oh crap.

"Y/N. I need help.", he said with a immitaded voice and you rolled your eyes.
Son of a bitch.

"Why is everyone always ready to rescue Dean fucking Winchester?", he said walking around you and suddenly he pulled your hair and you whined in pain.

"Maybe because he is Dean fucking Winchester.", you said and tried to get rid of his hands but he just tightened his grip.

"Now. Your little fuck-boy killed my brother and sister yesterday. But he failed at getting me. And what's that? He dropped his phone. And after scrolling through it I realized...there was drama in paradise. Maybe that's the reason why you both got sloppy. So I figured...you had a pointless argument but you still loved each other. So why not text you like lil' Dean is in trouble. You came rushing in like there was no tommorow as I thought.", he explained while you tried to get rid off the ties. There mist have bern a razor inside your sleeve but you couldn't reach it.

"Oh I would give you a standing ovation for that but...my hands are tied.", you said sarcastically and smiled at him keeping him distracted.