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Teach me (Mick Davies x reader)

An: Spoiler Alert! Spoilers from season 12.

I dedicated this chapter to my favorite, majestic author @british-impala ! I highly recommended y'all to read her story, "The Lost Memories in Manila 1672" Coz gah! That story is purely majestically made! Btw, it's a Tom Hiddleston fanfic (Anyone? I'm calling the Hiddlestoners out there)
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Ugh! They should really bring Mick back. I liked him albeit he only showed for few episodes. Let's just think that Mick is still alive *cries at the corner*
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Y/n's POV:

I cock my gun and point it towards Mick's direction.

"Woah, y/n! Put the gun down," Dean said, attempting to calm me.

"Calm down!? This asshat's one of the British Men Of Letters.
You know, the one who hurt Sam's ass. How can i calm down," i hollered. Mick look calm sipping his whiskey. Seriously?

"Y/n, let's talk," Sam said, ushering me out of the library. Sam sigh. I give the explain-to-me-what-the-actual-fuck-is-happening look.

"Look, we gave him a second chance. He saved Claire-"

"What do you mean?"

"Claire's got biten by a werewolf. He's the one who healed Claire," Sam spoke calmly. I crossed my arms, giving him a stern look. I felt relieved inside. Claire's like a little sister to me. But that doesn't mean i could trust the guy who saved her. For years and years of hunting with my brothers, i developed a trust issues with people. I just can't.

"Look, i know you don't trust-"

"The hell i am! Sam, what if he's doing this because he's planning something? What if he's working a nasty plan behind us?" I whisper yelled.

"Look, he changed,"

"Change?" I scoffed. "That is very ridiculous, Sam," i said sarcastically. "Sammy, i know you're soft. But come on, man! He's one of the British Men Of Letters. You know how much i loathe them. And he's one of them. I just can't let my trust waste away again."

"If he betray us, we'll kill him ourselves, ok? Stop worrying," I sigh.

"Ok fine. I'll keep my eyes on him," i replied, a little bit irritated. Sam pats my shoulder giving me a slight smile. I smiled back but not genuine. We walk back inside the library.

"So i guess it's already settled," Mick's british accent rang out. I give him a glare. I walk towards him, my face is inches to his.

"Listen here you son of a bitch. Don't you dare try to betray us. You know what will happen to you. Got that?" I put my index finger to his chest, dabbing it. I gave him one last and glare and walk away. If glares can kill, he's already dead.

*Time skip. 3 months later*
(i really suck at descripting. Sorry)

Well, i guess i was wrong about Mick. Mick's not bad at all. He proved it. I trust him, but not that much, ok?  Just in case. I pick up my crutches and grab my violin. Dean and Sam told me to rest. I usually wear shorts when i'm alone in the bunker. But the cast in my leg forbid me, so i wore a big and comfy sweatpants and a white off shoulder blouse with a word, 'I'm a bad girl' on it.

I got my leg hurt during the ghost hunt in Minnesota a few weeks ago. And now i'm staying here in the bunker, feeling inept. I sit on my bed and play the Roundtable Rival of Lindsey Stirling. The soothing jolly music buffeting me back and forth. Suddenly, someone knock on my door. It's Mick. Ok i gotta admit i have a tiny crush on him.

I like brits, ok? No biggie.

(Seriously guys. I don't know if it's the readers pov or my pov. Lol. Ok, continue.)

He swung the door gingerly.

"What're you doing here, Mick?" i said, trying not to sound rude.

I put down my violin and blush. Only Sam and Dean knew my talent. And they would ask me sometimes to play.

"Um, nothing. I over heared you playing violin. I didn't know you can play violin very well," Mick said. I chuckled.

"I was actually dreaming to be a professional violinist since i was a kid. But instead, dad taught us how to hunt that goes bump in the night. The family business. Sam and me attended Stanford. Until Dean showed in my apartment that night, telling that dad went AWOL. And that's how my hunting career begins. Sam's girlfriend died, i lost my dream and my job. How about you?" Mick reluctantly answered.

"I haven't known my mum and dad. I lived in the streets when i was kid," Mick answered. A pang of sympathy shot through me.

"Sorry 'bout that,"

"Apologizing is actually not necessary,"

"So how did you join The Men Of Letters. They recruit you?"

"I actually pickpocketed one of their members. They saw a potential to me. They let me join but there's a twist in it. They made me kill my bestfriend as per British Men Of Letters code."

"Then why wouldn't you quit?"
Mick sigh.

"It's not easy. And there's no turning back."

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Cliffhangerrrr! Ok i am sooo rude. Lol. Sorry for the cliffhanger. I was smiling like an idiot while writing this on our classroom and my classmate is like- just imagine Dean giving you an incredulous look. Lol. Srsly? What am i doing with my life. Lol. Don't mind me. I think i've gone insane. This is Supernatural's fault btw.