Underground (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Waking Up

Pain surged though your temples as the world around you slowly began to come into focus. The musty smell of mold and water-logged wood filled your lungs. The piercing sound of creaking floor boards and the slow, faint dripping of water on metal pounded in your ears, causing the splitting headache you felt to pulse. You opened your eyes, although the scattered light that hit your eyes felt like white hot blades being plunged into them, and gave a slow sweep of the musky room.

A basement.

You glanced over the rotting wood and rusting metal that made up the very small room. The little light that shone in the room was scattered and dull. You're attention was brought to how cold the air around you felt on you're skin. You touched your arm and ran your fingers over the small bumps that had congregated there.

You weren't sure where you were or why but something felt wrong. With a sigh, that felt like needles in your lungs, you decided to decided to try and stand. Slowly, you pushed yourself up, leaning against the wall for support. Everything hurt. It was like every drop of blood had been replaced with boiling oil that scorched every joint and appendage. You wondered if standing was even worth it.

Eventually, you found you're way to your feet. You took another quick sweep and breathed in the thick dusty air. You attempted at a step forwards, then another. Clink. The sudden noise almost made you jump out of your skin. Looking down, you were suddenly aware of the heavy metal chain around your ankle.

"What the hell..." You're voice sounded strange to you, rough and raspy. It reminded you of the way you would sound after going to a concert with your friends. You wondered if they were looking for you. If not then then maybe you're family. Did they even know you were gone? The last thing you remembered was walking back to your dorm. You had been studying for a big test that you had been panicking over for weeks. It all seemed so silly now. The sleepless nights. The gallons of coffee. You missed the smell of coffee. It was much better than this disgusting mold smell.

You were snapped back to your current situation, remembering the smell. A sudden rush of panic over took you and you stumbled back a bit. You're back hit the wall and your hand found your hair where it gripped a large handful of (Y/H/C).

You were trapped.

"Ugh..."

A sudden low groan from across the room pulled you part way out of your fit of terror. You whipped your head in the direction of the voice and you shifted you're feet slightly to get a better look. Just a few feet away in a corner you saw something shift. What you originally thought to be just a tarp, or something, in the dim light, suddenly became the form of a man as he slowly sat up against the wall.

You looked him over and took in all the details you could make out in the shadows. He was young, no more than a year or two older than you. You were 24. He shifted again and you took a couple more steps forward before you're foot caught on you're recently forgotten chain.

"Agh!" You let out a small yell as you fell down to you're knees, wincing at the pain that shot up through your thighs. He must have heard you because the figure suddenly stood, looking around stiffly.

"Hey! Who's there?" His voice was gruff yet smooth. It reminded you of whisky. Damn you could have gone for some whiskey right then. You pressed your lips together, debating on whether or not you should respond. After a few moments of listening to the figure cuss under his breath and shuffle around you slowly stood back up, using the pole you were chained to for support.

"Uhm hello?" You everything but spoke the words, worried that the people who had brought you here were listening. Maybe even watching.

"Who the hell are you?" The command came out aggressive. You couldn't blame him though, he was probably scared. Hell you were scared out of your mind.

"My names (Y/N)... (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You tried to give something to your voice, so you didn't come off as some weak helpless thing. You were captain of the women's basketball team at your college and you boxed as a hobby. Normally you were anything but weak. However, you're voice came out exactly the way you had expected it to. Small and meek. It really didn't upset you too much. This situation was all kinds of fucked up. You had a damn right to be scared. "What's your name?"

The figure walked forward a bit, his chain scrapping across the concrete floor, and the closer he got the better you could make out his features. He reminded you of some kind of Ken doll reject. His features were that of a pretty boy with blonde hair and a chiseled jaw line but his clothes were dirty and not unlike something a drifter would wear. An old leather jacket hung off his broad shoulders and under that a black leather shirt paired with some ripped jeans and a pair of biker boots.

However, out of everything, what caught your attention were his deep green eyes. Something about them calmed you a bit.

Finally the Ken reject spoke, his tone a little less harsh as he looked you over. "My names Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you (Y/N)." He furrowed his brow, showing a bit of concern. "Are you okay?" You looked down at yourself and looked over your appearance. You're clothes were dirty and your skin was covered in dirt and dried blood. What the hell had happened to you?

"Yeah..." You mustered up enough voice to answer his question before looking back at him. Judging from the fact that he was nowhere near as dirty as you appeared to be, you're stay must have been much longer than you had thought. You bit your lower lip, beginning to feel the panic rise back up in your chest. "Where are we?"

"Hell if I know. But I'll be damned if I'm staying." Dean scoffed and walked the distance his chain would allow. He began to knock on walls, press agains the floor boards. You watched, wondering if you should help at all, but you weren't sure what to do.

After a few more minuets of this, Dean finally sighed and sat against the wall opposite you. "Shit." He cursed, letting his head fall back onto the cinder block walls. You swallowed and slid down the wall, letting yourself close your eyes for just a moment. "So what now?"

You wondered why your voice was so monotoned now. Dean sighed once more and looked across the room at you. He drummed on his knees with his finger tips and shrugged.

"We wait..."