Underground (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Silver Paint

A few moments passed before one of you spoke up. You weren't surprised that it was you. This Dean character didn't seem to want to talk much. "So..." You began as if you were trying to spark a normal conversation. "What exactly are we waiting for?"

Now that your limbs didn't feel like they're were on fire you pulled your legs into what your dad had always called "pretzel style". You knew it was called Indian style but you loved how goofy your dad could be. A lump formed in your throat just thinking about him. How long has you been gone for now?

"My Brother..." Deans voice pulled you back and you were surprised just how fast your head snapped back up to look at him. He must have noticed the curiosity on your face because he gave a small huff, something that sounded like a laugh but really wasn't.

"He's probably looking for me. If Sammy plays his cards right he should find us in no time." Dean leaned back, positioning his arms behind his head. You wondered how he could be so calm. And why exactly was he so sure his brother, this "Sammy", would be able to find him. Once again Dean must have sensed something on your face because he sighed, dropping his arms and leaning forward a bit.

"Look I'm not sure what exactly is going on here but that's why I'm here." He shuffled a bit, maybe to find a more comfortable place on the concrete. "You said you're name was (Y/N) (Y/L/N), right?"

You nodded.

"Well hate to break it to you sweetheart but you've been missing for 'bout a week now. Along with a couple other college kids. My brother and I came around to help find you and get you out of here." He gave a big grin as if he were giving you some amazing gift. Like you should be jumping for joy or something.

You were quiet for a long time, just kind of staring at the dopey grin on his face. Finally you sighed, tilting your head to one side and crossing your arms over your chest. "Well it looks like your doing a bang up job."  You nodded towards Deans own chain and raised an eyebrow.

Your "savior" looked down at his own chain and chuckled a bit. "Whelp... You've got me there."

More silence passed before Dean cleared his throat. "So uh.... Do you remember anything? You know before you ended up here?"

You sighed and leaned your head in your hands, trying your best to muster up your last memory. You were walking home. You had already run that through your head once before, but there was nothing after that. Just black.

Darkness.

You shook your head and looked back up towards Dean. "Sorry. Nothing. I remember walking home from study hall but nothing else."

Dean gave you a look and you gave a small snort of amusement. "I'm a senior in college. I'm studying to be an art teacher." You tried your hardest to give a smile but all you managed to do is give a small half smirk. You thought about you're passion for art and children. It had always been a dream of yours to teach kids how to paint.

Dean must have seen the emotion in your eyes even though your smile didn't show a bit of it because he gave his own smile, a bit brighter than your own.

"Ah I see." The boy with the green eyes shot you a playful glance. "You're one of those artsy types." He raised his hands slightly and waved them as if trying to cast some magic spell. This made you laugh. The fact that you were laughing only made you want to laugh more at the irony of it all. A few moments ago you were scared out of your mind, you still kinda were, but now you were laughing with a stranger.

You rolled your eyes and placed your arms on the tops of your knees. "Yeah I guess you could say that. My dad taught me to paint when I was really little." You averted your eyes away from you're companion and looked at the coat of dust covering the floor. "I remember this one time when I was 6... We were in the kitchen..."