Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

One

"Dean, wait up!" I yelled at him as he walked into the door way of the abandoned building.

"Stay! I got it." He yelled back, like he was serious but was obviously over confident.

"This guy." I smiled at my self and ran after him. If I didn't go, he would probably get himself killed. I took my knife out of its sheath and crouched inside the door, following him about 6 feet behind. Dean saw me and rolled his eyes before motioning for me to catch up. It wasn't the first hunt we'd been on together, but he was still worried for me.

We looked behind us periodically, and checked through the building twice, but still hadn't found anything, "I'm gonna check out the office at the end. You go check the bathrooms." I ordered. I was starting to get frustrated and thought that we were in the wrong place. I was letting my guard down noticeably. I regretted my actions as I opened the office door and was hit over the head and knocked to the floor.

"Dean!" I screamed, as I tried to fight off the heavily tattooed djinn. For a second, I wondered if that was what it's skin has looked like since birth, but soon gave up on the thought when it's hand turned an electric blue color and he caressed my chin. It didn't hurt, but it was slightly unpleasant as I fell into unconsciousness unwillingly.

It was hours until I woke up, because the light from outside the shitty hotel window was flooding in and woke me up. I attempted to cover my face with my pillow, but that just made me sweat. "Dean, can you close the curtain?"

"Who's Dean?" A gruff voice asked, not anything like Dean's or Sam's.

I took a moment to think of who it could be, of everyone that could have been traveling with us and found no one to fit the voice. I moved the pillow from my face and looked up at a fairly hairy man, built, well over six foot tall, and half naked, with a towel around his waist and one in his hand to dry his hair.

After moving to look at him, I realized I was naked in bed, luckily covered in a blanked. "Who are you?" I pulled the covers closer to my chin.

"What do you mean?" He smiled down at me lovingly and confused. "You're boyfriend. Do you not recognize me or something? I thought you were out working last night."

I quickly got hold of the situation in my head, "Yeah I was. Sorry, just feeling weird." I excused myself.

"Who's Dean?" He asked again and went into the open bathroom to get dressed, which I averted my eyes from.

"One of my cousins. Was having a dream about him." I said and started to get dressed myself while he was in the other room.

I just finished putting on my shirt when he came in and sat on the bed and put on his shoes, "Sounds kinky." He joked and kissed me on the check, which I flinched at.

"What's up? You haven't done that in a long time." He gave me another confused look, this one mostly worry.

"Nothing. I just don't want you to get sick cause I'm not feeling well." I gave him a reassuring smile. "Where did I put my phone?" I asked and patted my pants pockets.

"On the table." He pointed to it laying on the bedside table.

"Right, thanks." I grabbed my phone.

"You up for breakfast before I go to work, or do you wanna just go back to sleep?" He stood up and grabbed his keys from off a branch in a tree shaped lamp.

"No I think I'll stay home. Next time maybe." I smiled and laid back on the bed. I acted relaxed but I was extremely uncomfortable. I just didn't wanna freak out the guy.

"Okay, see you tonight." He smiled and leaned down to kiss me good bye but I stopped him.

"I don't want to get you sick."

"Cmon. I don't care." He complained.

"Yeah, but I do. Go. Get outta here." I joked and shoved him back.

"I don't know what's up with you but I like it." He said and winked before he left.

I jumped out of bed and expelled my bladder, then went outside to steal a car. What is going on? Where am I? And where's Dean and Sam? I looked through my phone contacts and saw numbers I haven't used in years, mostly because they were dead or hated me now. Not that I really cared for anyone in there except for one person.

I stared at the name for a second and nearly cried. But the want to talk to her again was to great and I called before I could stop myself, "Hey." She answered.

"Hey, Jo." Now I was really on the verge of tears, "What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm at work. Did you need anything?" She sounded busy.

"Yeah. When do you get off again?" I asked hurriedly.

"On Tuesdays? Three. Why?"

"That's good. Let's go get some lunch or something." I offered, now definitely crying silently.

"Sure. I'll call you when I get off." She said.

"Okay, cool. Bye." I said.

"Bye." She returned, and hung up.