~SPN one shots~

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me (teen!dean x teen!reader)

When I was a teenager, I was always in danger, Being a hunter and all. I loved it though. It gave me adrenaline and excitement. Killing things, it gave me joy. But that joy became anger and sadness when I turned 15.

It was my birthday and my dad was treating me to ice cream. God, I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was November 12th at 8:47p.m.. It was cold outside and he had given me his jacket. We were walking through the park and he heard something. We were hunting a werewolf at the time. My first werewolf. He told me to stay right there, under the light post so he could see me. It wasn't five minutes before it attacked me, it scratched my arm pretty bad and across my chest. My dad swooped in and saved the day, losing his life in the process. I stood there, bleeding out, as I watched my dad take his last breath. The werewolf, injured, turned In front of my eyes, back to a human. And I shot him.

Not too long after that my dads friend, Ellen, took me in as one of her own. She told no more hunting but I had so much rage burning inside of me. So I disobeyed her. When I was 17 I met the Winchesters. I was hunting a vamps nest and I was bleeding. 3 cornered me and started to drink my blood. He came in swinging and saved the day. Classic Dean. After that we talked whenever we could. Kissed. Did more. I was 17 and I was in love. We stopped talking after he graduated. We didn't start talking again until his dad went MIA. He needed my help so I gave it. I haven't left his side since. I love him.

Present:

"BALTHAZAR LET HER GO! She has NOTHING to do with this!" Dean screamed. "Maybe if you ask me politely I'll take her out of the trance." Balthazar shot back. Y/n chanted the Latin over and over again. Her eyes were rolled back into her head as she was standing in the flames brought up from Hell. "Please, let her go. Please don't do this." Dean said softer.

"Hmm.. No it's pretty entertaining." Balthazar laughed. "Face it Dean, your life would be better if she wasn't in it." Dean shook his head rapidly. "No! It wouldn't because I love her!"

"You'll see in time, Dean.." Balthazar snapped his fingers and the two disappeared. "That's better."

Teenagers: y/n

"Do you think she's dead?" A strange voice said. "Maybe, she isn't moving. Poke her some more." Said another. I groaned and my eyes fluttered open. two kids stared back at me. "THE DEAD HAS RISEN!" Yelled one little boy. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES." Yelled another as they took off in a different direction. I looked around to see an unfamiliar park. "Da-" my throat clenched and tears started to swell but I pushed the thought down.

I stood up and felt an unfamiliar pain in my chest. I looked down and saw the marks. When did I leave the hospital? Why was I in the middle of the park. I looked at the mark. There's still blood on it... Where the hell am I? I start to walk around but become dizzy from loss of blood. A car pulls up near me. "Get in the car, now." Ellen says to me, clearly pissed off. I climb in the car without argument.

We get back to the roadhouse and Ellen takes me inside. "Ellen what's going on? Why am I not In the hospital? Why do I have fresh blood on me?" Ellen comes back with the first aid kit and sighs. " Balthazar." I stare at her confused.
"Who?" I say as she patches me up.

"An angel. A guardian angel. You should be 38 right now, but he turned you into a teenager." I stare at her blankly. "Ellen, how much have you had to drink today?"

"I'm being serious you little shit. Jo, get me a drink sweetheart." Jo walks in with a bottle and a glass.. And she looks 20.

" What the hell." I look at her. She looks at me "You could say that again.." She replies. "So now what? If I'm supposed to be 38 then we have to find this angel dude and have him turn me back!" I yell as Ellen puts the last bandage on my arm. "No, I'll leave that to Sam. For now your going to go to school and be a normal teenager." Ellen says to me sternly. "But-" I start. "No buts in this bar."

School (aka prison - the criminals)

I sat in homeroom and put head down. So much has changed since I was a teen the first time. What am I saying? Teen the first time? Where did that thought come from?

"Hello class today we have one new student, wait, no. Two new students! Well, everybody welcome y/n l/n and Dean Winchester! Please stand you two." I grunted and stood up, a boy in the back of the class stood as well. I rolled my eyes and sat down. God, I hate school..

I walked down the hallway with all my books under one arm as I looked at my locker number in hand. I searched the walls until I ran into one and knocked my stuff to the ground. But when I looked up it wasn't a wall at all but, a boy. " I'm sorry." We say at the same time.

" I should have been watching where I was going." I say as I bent down to pick my books up. "No I should have been watching where I was going." The guy says, helping me pick up my books. He hands me my algebra book and I grab my paper with my locker number on it.

"Do you tho k you could help me find my locker? I'm kinda lost here." I hand him my paper. " well I'm no help, my first day too. I'm just as lost as you are." He laughs a bit. "But I could try to help you." He smiles brightly at me. "I would love that."

"Here. It. Is. Locker 224. And here is mine. Locker 234." He smiled brightly and opened his locker, stuffing a few books in. "Thanks..."

"Dean. Dean Winchester. Pleasure to meet you." He held his hand out and I took it. "Pleasure is all mine!" A badly placed notebook falls out of my locker and I go down to pick it up, when I notice something in deans backpack. I look at it and gasp. Dean grabs his bag, "see you later!" He runs off with those last words lingering in the air.

Deans a hunter too.

A/n leave a like or a comment for a part two.