Walking Me Home (Dean x Reader)

CHAPTER 2

The fight began. 

You recieved a few punches but gave another ones yourself until you managed to take one down and stab her in the heart, twisting the knife until her body fell to the ground crumbling apart. The other one screamed in pure anguish mixed with anger, you noticed the victim was finally waking up from the black out and got a little distracted by him. She came onto you, tackling you and putting you to the ground, her hands on your neck, strangling you as hard as she could. You were starting to pass out when you reached the knife and managed to stab her with the little strength you had left. She died instantly. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath. 



- "Are you okay?" he asked, in a concerned tone.

 
- "I'll live" you replied standing up and approaching the mirror, taking a look at the bruises in your neck. "She sure as hell gave a fair fight though. Are you okay?" you tossed the knife on the ground and kneeled to his level to untie him.


- "I'll live" he half smiled as your eyes meet his. "What was that anyway?" he asked suprised.


- "Vetalas, they hunt in pairs so they can capture their pray easily. They are like snakes mixed with bats and vampires. Today, you were they pray" he wanted to stand up on his own but ended up falling to his knees, you caught him before hitting the ground. "Whoa, take it easy, champ". He smiled as he sat in the bed, complaining about the pain all over his body. 


- "Wait, so you are a hunter" he realized.


- "Are you a hunter?" you replied with a smile tearing a piece of clothing from your shirt to stop the bleeding from his arm. It revealed a little too much of your skin and you noticed his eyes went up and down on you. You blushed.


- "Yeah, I am. Let me check if you have any major wounds" you said passing your hand beneath his shirt, all over through his back and abdomen, pressing as gently as you could so you wouldn't hurt him. You missed the way he closed his eyes with your touch, you sent shivers down his spine.


- "How bad is it?".


- "You'll be okay, you'll need to take it easy for a few days and you'll be as good as new. You placed your hand in his shoulder meeting his eyes with a smile. "You are going to need stiches on this one though, so come on" you passed your hand through his back, putting his arm over your shoulder. "Come to my room, take a shower while I take care of this mess and then I'll patch you up".



You came back to find him cleaned up, resting on the bed with his shirt off. He must have noticed the way your eyes traced his body, his scars, his muscles, his freckles, he let out a little flirty chuckle. You approached handing him a bottle of whiskey. You grabbed the aid kit, preparing the needles and getting ready to stich.


- "Ready?" you took a deep breath.


- "I've had worse" he drank a good crop of the hazel drink as you started closing the wound. "So, you gotta a name?" he asked between pain complains.


- "Shhh... Don't talk to the doctor" you mumbled making him crack. "I'm (Y/N)".


- "Dean. How long have you been hunting?".


- "Ever since I can remember, I shot my first gun at the age of 8 so you do the math".


- "7".


- "Your parents are hunters too?".


- "Yeah they were, now it's just me and my brother Sam. We tried to take out as much sons of bitches as we can. What about you?".


- "I'm on my own, just moving from town to town doing the exact same thing. Sorry about your parents".


- "Must be lonely" he pointed out with a little smirk on his face. He was so cute.


- "I kinda got used to the silence but yeah, sometimes it's nice to have someone to talk to".



A knock on the door interrupted the talk as you were just finishing up his patch.


- "That must be my brother Sammy" he commented as you grabbed your gun then looked for the peepdoor. 


- "Tall, dreamy looking guy?" you joked.


- "Sounds like him".



You opened the door, lowering your gun and with a small smile, you let him in. He immediatly ran to his brother.


- "Dean, are you okay? What happened?" he kneeled to his level, checking the recently closed wound.


- "Yeah, I'm fine. Two Vetalas got me and I would've been their meal if it weren't for this lovely lady here" he pointed out at you and you gave your hand to shake.


- "I'm (Y/N)".


- "Sam. Thanks for saving my brother" he sincerely said.


- "It was nothing" you grabbed your jacket and bag, putting it over your shoulder. "I should probably leave you two. The room is already paid so stay the night, try to get some sleep so you can recovery fast" you smiled.


- "Wait, you can't leave now" Dean exclaimed trying to stand up but failing awfully and landing over the matress again. You narrowed your eyes in confussion. Why on earth was this guy telling you what to do? 


- "Bec-because... uhm..." Dean was stuttering words, not being able to find a good excuse to keep you around. 



The real reason? He wanted to get to know you. He thought you were drop dead gorgeous, funny, smart and a complete badass. Of course he wanted you around.


Luckily for Dean, Sam knew him well enough to realize where he was coming from. 



- "There's a storm coming to town, they say it's going to be pretty bad. I can rent another room for us" Sam explained. 


- "And we can invite you dinner as a way to thank you" Dean proposed. You nodded with a smile as you headed to the bathroom to wash up since you were still bloody from the fight earlier. 

Dean found himself sending his brother a grateful smile, which Sam returned with a shake of his head.