Just a student (Dean x reader) supernatural

That was intense

The two men led you outside to the car park, where an old Mini Mark 1 was waiting. You saw Dean’s ears turn pink.

“It’s just temporary…” He said, scratching the back of his neck as he made his way towards the passenger door, before realising that the driver’s seat was on the other side, unlike in the USA. He quickly darted towards it, but Sam was quicker. He got inside and gave Dean a victory smirk as he grudgingly got in shotgun. You couldn’t hide an amused smile as you climbed into the back.

“Now I get to pick the music.” Sam laughed, and switched on the radio to Capital FM. Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5, one of your favourite songs, was playing. You and Sam exchanged a somewhat shy grin as you tapped your foot to the beat.

Dean groaned loudly. “You and your damn alternative pop.”

“You and your damn classic rock!” Sam mimicked cheekily.

You giggled when Dean scowled. “What kind of FBI agents are you guys?”

“Uh, we’re not actually FBI.” Dean told you sheepishly. Sam lowered the music.

You frowned. “Wait, what?”
“That was just a ploy to get you out of uni.” The older brother continued. “Sorry.”
You were silent for a short while, the only sound being the low hum of the music. “So you’re telling me I’ve just been kidnapped by two complete strangers.”

Dean hesitated. “Basically.”
“Great.”
“We’re gonna get you home, though, don’t worry.” Sam reassured you.
“Then why the heck did you kidnap me in the first place? I don’t think that’s how kidnapping works, you know. You’re not supposed to give me back until someone pays you money.” You questioned.

“Because we need you, (y/n).” Dean implored.
“For what? I’m just a student!” You protested.
Sam took a deep breath. “You’re gonna think we’re crazy.”
“Try me.” You challenged.
Dean chuckled. “I love a feisty one.”
Sam gave his brother a bitch-face.
“Uh, sorry.” Dean said.
You were thankful for your long hair, because the brothers couldn’t see your blushing face behind it. “Just tell me.” You mumbled.

“Right, so, we’re hunters.” Dean said simply.

You raised an eyebrow. “Good for you.”

“We’re not that kind of hunters, though.”

“Well then, what do you hunt? Ghosts?” You said sarcastically.

“Uh, yeah.” Sam said seriously.

You stared at the two in disbelief. “You’re pulling my leg.”

Dean shook his head. “We also hunt vampires, werewolves, demons, shapeshifters… You name it, we kill it.”

“And the occasional angel, too.” Sam piped in.

This took a while to sink in. “You’re crazy.” You finally said.

“We’ve been called a lot worse,” Dean grinned. Sam gave him another glare, and the smile was wiped from his face.

“Sometimes I think we are, too.” The younger brother admitted. “I keep thinking it’s a nightmare that I’m going to wake up from. But it isn’t.”

You shifted uncomfortably in the backseat. “If what you’re saying is true,” You said slowly. “Then why do you want me?”

Dean turned around to look you in the eye. “Honestly? We’re not entirely sure. But our guardian angel- his name’s Castiel, he wears a trenchcoat- sent us here to find you. He says you’re the key.”

You would have burst out laughing right there and then if not for the deadly serious expression on their faces.  “You have a guardian angel?”

“Yup.” Sam replied.

“Any more crazy crap I need to know?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

“Well-” Dean started to say, but was interrupted by Sam, cursing loudly.

“Shit!” He yelled, and slammed the brakes, making you jerk forward.

You curiously looked up to see what was the matter. You were expecting to possibly see a cat or a goat on the road, but unless large circling clouds of black smoke were now animals, what you saw was completely different.

“What the heck is that?!” You demanded, as Sam began to frantically reverse.

“Demons.” Dean replied solemnly. He drew a knife from his waistband. It was beautifully made, with intricate details and symbols along the blade. But this was no time to admire daggers- there were freaking demons on your tail!

Sam sped off down the road, creatures from Hell chasing you.

“Now do you believe us?!” Dean cried out.

“For frick’s sake- Yes, I believe that there’s a hoard of freaking demons chasing us! Are you happy, you dick?!”

“Don’t call me- shit!” Dean yelled.
Sam slammed the breaks once more, for there were about a dozen people blocking your path ahead. Well, they looked like people, except for their eyes. They were a pitch black.

You tried your best to stifle a scream, which came out as a yelp.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, then at you, slowly coming to the realisation that you were trapped. Great. By this time, you’d be usually having dinner with your parents, not stuck between two groups of demons.

“I’m going out.” Dean declared, breaking the brief but heavy silence.

“Dean, no!” You protested.

He looked you in the eye. “They’re not making a move to attack, (y/n), even though they’ve got us trapped. Usually they won’t miss an opportunity to kill a Winchester. They must want to tell us something.”

Sam pondered over this. “He has a point,(y/n).”

You looked at them like they were mad, but you saw the puppy eyes on their faces and gave in. You were always weak to puppy eyes, especially (y/fn). Oh, if your friends had any idea what you were going through now… You broke out in a small smile.

“Go on then, Superman. Sweep me off my feet.” You told Dean, who smiled at you.

Sam looked at his brother. “If they attack you,” he said, “Mass exorcism?”

“Mass exorcism.” Dean agreed.

“Maybe mass exorcism can be your always.” You giggled. The two gave you funny looks.

“Sorry, I make jokes when I’m nervous.” You apologised sheepishly.

“S’alright…” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Now, see ya in a moment!” And with that, he climbed out of the car.