Supernatural (Dean x Reader)

Chapter 9: A Case In Illinois

I flung the comforter off of the bed, uncovering our bare skin. The cold air from our room giving me chills as I stood up and  stretched. "Dean, up you go. Get dressed." I searched for a bra and panties in the bedside nightstand. A light sigh escaped his still motionless body, followed by a yawn, "Okay, okay I'm up."

He sat up on the edge of the mattress and popped his neck, groaning at the slight pain it brought him before standing and facing my direction. He was fully naked and boy wasn't that a beautiful sight. Dean wasn't shredded like Sam.

Dean was doughy. His arms were incredibly strong and sculpted, along with all the veins running courses all over his forearms. His hands were rough and strong but at the same time the were soft. His jawline was tough, his cheekbones sharp leading to his shiny green eyes and plump, pink lips. My god, he was the most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on and he always would be. 

"What?" He asked reaching for his nightstand, digging for a pair of underwear.

"Nothing, you're just extremely pleasant to look at." I slipped my legs into a fresh pair of jean shorts before heading to pick out a shirt at the closet. Dean followed.

"Wear this one." Dean grabbed a navy blue, loose fit V- Neck shirt from it's hanger and handed it to me, "This one looks gorgeous on you, brings out your eyes."

I took the shirt from him and smiled, then put it on. I began to dig in his side of the closet, with my eye on a certain piece of cloth that had been shoved to the back, it was almost the same shade as mine. "Here, wear this." He glanced down at the button up shirt in my hands, took it and then slipped it on. I started buttoning from the bottom, leaning up to kiss him while I did. 

When I stepped back from him, he asked, "How did I ever get so lucky?"

"I should be asking the same question." , I buttoned his shirt the rest of the way, stopping one button before the shirts collar. We sat down next to one another and slipped on our shoes.

We'd both finished dressing and started toward the loft where Sam undoubtedly was. Being completely honest I was never excited to go on a case, I was plenty tired but this would be a good distraction from everything else.

All of us work really hard basically 24/7, it's almost like cases and monsters grow on trees nowadays. They're always here or there, working us overboard. Some cases break your will, others strengthen it. You save some, you lose some, but you can never keep the balance. That's the heartbreaking part.

Our walk to the loft ended as we descended the three small steps, Sam stood hunched over a table that was scattered with papers and open books. We approached him, "alright Sammy, what do we got?" I hopped up on a bare spot on the the tabletop, swinging my legs.

"Not sure, but it's taking people left and right.", Sam's voice was coarse, almost sounding upset.

I knodded, and picked up a sheet of paper next to me. I felt shocked when I read what it said, realizing this case was gunna be a rough, sleepless one. I read the paper aloud, "Shawnee National Forest, Harrisburg, Illionois."  I let out a groan, "Sam seriously this is at least a ten hour drive and we haven't even been home for two days."

"I know, I know but hear me out." He shuffled around in the stack of papers in front of him and pulled one out, handing it to Dean.

"What's this?" He read over the ink on the page.

"That's the list of people who've gone missing in just the past three weeks. Now the forest is pretty much empty from dusk to dawn, nobody was allowed in or out except during working hours. That is until three weeks ago when a petition was signed allowing overnight camping in the park." He picked up another sheet, and handed it to me.

"Any bodies been found?", Dean chimed in from behind me.

"Not exactly." I scanned the paper, "They've found blood, empty tents, shredded clothing, ravaged campsites, and one--  disembodied arm." I turned the page around to show Dean the photo, then read the article beneath it.

 "Harrisburg Police revealed early this morning that the arm does belong to one of the missing persons, but not any of the eight filed over the last three weeks. The arm belongs to Katie Sharpe, who was hiking with her two friends three months ago for a college project. The park rangers remember seeing them come into the park that evening but not coming back out. Search parties have found no evidence of the bodies other than the severed limb. Autopsy on the arm has also revealed bite marks on the ends of the limb and around the fingers, additional testing has showed that they were in fact from human teeth. No further information has been released."

"Okay pack your things, we better get a move on." Dean laid the paper back on the table, "It's a little after noon so if we leave in the next hour we can make it halfway before dark." 

"Alright lets do it." Sam started to pack up all the paper into neat files before sliding them into a backpack.

"I'll pack some books, too. They may help never know."

Packing took some time, sadly a little bit more than an hour but we still hit the road on time. I was happily packed into the backseat surrounded by all the files Sam had put together, my phone, and my books. This was going to be a long ride, but it'll give me some time to think. 

(A/N): Okay! I did my prewriting and research and this is what I've come up with so far. I did as much research as I could and had a lot of fun with it. What'd you think of this part? Was it good? Thanks for reading, another chapter should be coming soon now that I have wifi again. Until next time!                                               

-Jam