Crossing Paths (A Supernatural X Reader Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

John Winchester sat at a booth, quietly clipping sections out of the local newspaper, while his two sons sat across from him. Dean, his eldest, rested against the eggshell wall, carrying on a conversation with his Father. Sam, the youngest, paid no attention to the two as he consumed fry after fry.

"There seems to be reports of human maulings in the area." John says.

John slides the article over to Dean, expecting him to read it.

Looking down, Dean begins to read, hopeful that this was in fact, a reliable case.

'Animal Strikes Again

The mauled body of Bethany Williams, a 24 year old woman, was was found late last night, by a officer looking for the missing woman. It is certain the same animal that attacked and killed three others in the past week has struck again. Local Cheif of Police, Stan Ford, gave a warning to the frightened public at the station; " As a small town community, we must stay viligant of this unidentified animal. We ask that if you travel outside, to travel in groups of 3 or more." When questioned further about what will happen if the killings continue, he gave us a reply, "As of right now, we are issuing a curfew of 7:30 p.m. until 6:00 a.m. the next morning." '

After reading, Dean looked up, only to find his Father glaring down at him, waiting for his opinion of the maybe- case.

"Well... what are we dealing with Dean?" He asks, his eyes narrowing at his son.

Dean gulps, swallowing the fry he had been snacking on.

"Well, one could say that this was a work of a werewolf..." Dean starts.

"Exactly what I though." John spout in, cutting off Dean.

"But.." Dean says, his Father suddenly staring at him, "The report says nothing about the victums being eaten, just mauled, so it could be a bear like the early clipping said."

"So, you are telling me that I am wrong?" John growled, Dean shrinking into the padded seat.

"No, sir. You just didn't gather all the information. On the back of the newspaper you took this article from, it has another section telling of the freak storms that have been happening in the area. Plus, the recent sucides that smell of rotten eggs at the scene, indicate that we aren't dealing with Werewolves, just Demons." Dean finishes, slightly proud of his findings.

John's face grew a burning red, while his teeth began to grit together. Dean slowly put a protecting arm in front of Sam. Surley, his Father wouldn't hit them in public, but then again, his Father wasn't himself after their Mom's death.

Dean braced for the slap, ready to push Sammy out of his grasp, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Looking up, his Father was patting his shoulder, eyes shining with pride. Dean was shocked futher as his Dad ruffled his hair, something he hadn't done since the day that Mary died.

"Good job, Dean, you are growing up to be a great hunter. I'll be out in the Impala." He said, crudely gathering up the papers and leaving the booth.

Sam quickly followed him, leaving the empty baket behind. Dean pulled out a $10 bill, throwing it on the table before darting off to the Impala. Reaching the passenger side, his Father was busy filling her up, while Sammy sat in the back, rereading a book Dean got him last Christmas. Smiling, Dean got into the car, his Father sliding into it only moments later.

John started the car, pulling the black vehicle out of the dinner's parking lot, onto the deserted street. Dean quietly sighed, feeling the anticipation building up inside his body.

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Just F.Y.I. this happens as you are unpacking at the house. Sam is 12 and Dean is 16 years old.

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~LunaMarieWolf