Supernatural Oneshots

Save you (Dean Winchester)

DeanxBanshee!Reader

Words: 2457

Song: Never Make it out Alive -Weekend Revolution feat. Avena Savage

Warning: Death... sorry

*Reader is supernatural creature called Banshee. Banshee is female spirit who heralds death. In this story is Banshee in a human form*

Fifteen years ago you predicted your father's death. Since then, you could feel death everywhere. You just knew that person, who you are talking to, will die. You knew, when you passed by hospital, how many pacients won't survive surgery. It was tearing your mind apart. You stopped going out. You were avoiding people. You were hiding from yourself.

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Come on! You can do this. You kept yelling like this at yourself for twenty minutes. You ran out of food and you needed to buy it. But you had to go outside first. Just go! You opened the door and took a few steps. You have to go through this every time you need to go out for something. After ten minutes you came in the nearest grocery store. You bought as much food as possible. You walked out from the store with good feeling. No one is going to die not today. Unfortunately your bags were very heavy and one of them slipped from your hand and fell on the ground. Everything from the bag fell out. "Oh come on!" You kicked in the empty bag "I hate my life." You bent down and started to collect all those things.

"Wait, we'll help you."

You looked up and saw two men bending over and putting your things back in the bag. One of them was taller than the other one and had longer hair. You reached for bottle of milk at the same time as the other man and your hands slighty touched. Your eyes met. His eye color was the most beautiful color you have ever seen. It was something between grass and green apples. You smiled a bit and he smiled back. And then it came. The same old feeling filled your mind. No! Please! You fell on your knees and gasped for air. You knew what comes next. There was nothing you could do about it. You started screaming. Street lights started exploding and everything around you, what was made of glass, shattered. People were desperately covering their ears and crying, begging for you to stop. But you couldn't. The thing inside you, the same thing that gave you the ability to predict death, forced you to scream. You always screamed. Your scream slowly faded and world around you turned black.

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You woke up tied up to a chair. Your throat was still sore. You slowly opened your eyes. Bright light blinded you for a moment. You had to blink few times before small room with two old beds and one small table fromed in front of your eyes.

"Hey! Look at me, sweetheart." Deep voice echoed in your head and calmed your mind. You focused on the direction, where the voice came from. Your brain still wasn't working as fast as usually, so it took you a lot of time before you met those beautiful green eyes. You looked behind him and saw his long haired companion working on laptop. Your brain started working faster and you slowly began to panic. "What do you want from me? Please just don't hurt me. It wasn't my fault. I swear I-". You opened your mouth prepared to scream again but the green eyed man quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

"No! Don't scream again. It's okay. We won't hurt you, I promise. My name is Dean and this is my brother Sam." Sam quickly waved at you. "Now, I'll put my hand down, if you promise you won't use your screaming trick." You nodded, he did as he said and you could breath again.

"My name is (Y/N)."

"Okay (Y/N), I need you to sit still. I'll untie you." He pulled out a knife. As he was cutting the ropes he kept making sure he didn't hurt you. Pieces of rope fell on the floor and you could stand up again. "Are you alright"