esoteric ↯ dean winchester x reader

xi.

You left him there. Dean wouldn't talk to you, he creeped you out, and if he did talk it was only to insult you. So you drove a few miles out to go stop at a gas n' sip.

You got snacks first, then gas. You sat in your car for a little while. Trying to figure out what to do next, where to go. Maybe you should've just gone with Dean. It must've been around 5 am, the sun was starting to rise slowly. You stared at it, trying to enjoy the only part of your life that made sense. When a knock on your window came.

"Can I help you?" You asked, rolling the window down only a little bit.

"Yeah, hi, sorry to bother you. I was just wondering if you could help me out? My car won't start and I need a jump?" A man it blue eyes and a hard face asked.

"Sorry, I don't have any cables-" you started to decline,

"That's okay, I do." He told you, "Do you mind?"

"No, of course not." You gave in, hoping for some good karma for this, getting out of the car to go open the engine.

But as soon as you got out the guy reached out and grabbed you by the neck and put a rag of chloroform over your nose and mouth. You passed out soon after.

~

You woke up soon after. You were zip tied to a chair, in what looked to be old barn.

"I'm sorry about all this." A man tied up next to you, with long hair and dewy eyes said.

"Why, its not your fault?" You said, weakly, still trying to gain your consciousness back.

"Sammy here just lead me straight to you." The man from the gas station appeared.

"Why me?" You asked, not understanding why someone you don't know would abduct you.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, baby girl, but your little boyfriend is actually a psycho killer who murdered my father." He explained.

"I still don't understand.. I don't have a boyfri-" You started, but he didn't care.

"You were the last person to have seen Dean Winchester. And from your friends at the bar, they said ya'll got pretty close. That he beat up a few guys that came to try and take you away from him. That true?" He asked. You looked between him and the man tied up next to you. You rolled your eyes a bit, truly annoyed.

"It wasn't like that. He wasn't doing it because he cared about me-" You began explaining.

"I think it was. Because no guy gets themselves into a fight over a girl if they don't care about the girl. Now Dean said he didn't care if I put a bullet in between Sam's eyes, but I wonder if he cared if I did the same to you?" He questioned, grabbing my phone.

"Don't take it personally, Dean isn't Dean right now." The guy you assumed to be Sam leaned over to tell me.

"I noticed." You said, trying to figure out your escape.

"What's your name?" Sam asked.

"(Y/N)." You muttered. But he seemed to have gotten it.

"(Y/N)? The (Y/N)?" Sams eyes were shocked, "The bounty hunter from, uh, Delaware, right?"

"I'm actually from Minnesota. But Dean and I first met in Delaware- he said something about me? Who are you?" You asked the guy.

"Sam Winchester. I'm his brother. I heard him talk to you on the phone. I had to ask, a girl my brother remembers the name of and then calls after for anything other than sex amazed me." Sam said, our captor hit Sam's head to shut him up. The phone now ringing.

"Miss me, already?" Dean's voice answered the phone, "You break unbelievably quick."

"I had to be quick." The man told him.

"And who is this?" Dean said.

"Well, I'm just heartbroken. You don't remember me? We had the best chat yesterday?" He replied, his tone concerning you.

"You again." Dean said, you could hear him caring less by the second, "Now you're just nabbing the girls I hook up with? Going from my brother to a skank is pretty rookie if you ask me."

"It's funny." The man laughed, "You sent a man to the emergency room for her the other day, and from what I hear from Sammy ya'll kept a long distance fling. And now, today, she's just another skank to you.

"Sammy shouldn't be sharing information like that. Is he dead, yet?" He asked.

"No. Not yet. And as long as you show up where I tell you to show up, both your brother and your girl will be just fine." He said.

"Cole, we did this dance yesterday. I'm not one for reruns." Dean said, "But, hell, I'm bored.  The girl, she still alive?"

"She's fine." Cole told him.

"Nope, if we're doing the rerun: prove to me she's still alive." Dean said, "Come on, it'll be fun."

"Speak." Cole held the phone up to your face.

You looked at Sam, looking for what you should do. Sam just looks at the phone with heartbroken eyes and doesn't say a word, so you follow suit.

"Oh, this is the good part." Dean said, you heard his amusement and it hit you hard.

Cole wouldn't have that though. He punched you in the face, your head snapping back with a grunt of pain.

"Proof of life." Cole said, shaking his knuckles of the sting. You squeezed your eye shut, wiping off the slight sting.

"Dean!" You yelled. You were doing a lot of that lately.

"Got a pen?" Cole asked, again.

"No, you listen to me. There's no trade. There's no meet-up. For the last time, there's no nothing -- except there is no doubt that I will find you, and I will kill you." Dean said.

"Stop teasing me, Dean. That'll be a harsh way to end it with your dead girlfriend." Cole said, keeping a straight face.

"I offered for her to come with me. We coulda really Bonnie and Clyde' it up but she sent me packing. So whatever jam she's in now, that is her problem." Dean said, your head falling hearing him talk like this. As much as you hated to admit it, you needed his help here.

"Yeah, well, I'll be sure to pass that on to her as I'm snapping her neck." Cole said. You breathed heavily. You were honestly scared, and rightfully so. You had been working on your zip ties but it was practically useless.

"It'll be okay, (Y/N). I'll explain everything, I'll get you out of here." Sam whispered to you.

"Yeah, have fun." Dean hung up the phone.