Supernatural One-Shots

Wait! Time Travel?! (Henry Winchester x fem!reader)

This was not what you'd expected when you woke up that morning. It wasn't what you expected when you had gotten to the motel and it certainly wasn't what you expected when you got out of the shower that day. Then again, when was a hunter's life ever what was expected?

You were humming to yourself, enjoying the time you had alone in the room when it happened. You had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself. You opened the bathroom door and made your way over to your bag to grab some clean clothes. Suddenly, the closet door and opened and a man fell out.

You let out a little scream, causing the man to look up at you. "I beg your pardon, miss!" The door to the motel room burst open and the boys ran in. "What the hell?!" You shrieked a little again. The Winchesters looked at you and Sam blushed. "Uh, Y/N..." You nodded. "I know. I came out to get my clothes. But this guy here just fell out of the freakin' closet and is standing in front of my bag."

"Which one of you is John Winchester?!" the strange man asked, interrupting your conversation. "Neither." The man became visibly upset and you decided to see if you could help. "Hey, it's alright," you cooed, taking a step closer. "Just calm down and tell them what happened. They're...pretty reasonable." you said, resting a hand on the stranger's shoulder. "Hey!" Dean cried and Sam let out a little laugh. "Y/N, you're still not dressed." You felt yourself blush as you moved away from the strange man and grabbed your clothing.

When you came out of the bathroom again, you found Sam and Dean handcuffed to the bed, trying to get out. "What happened?" Dean glared at you. The two managed to get out of the handcuffs and ran outside. You followed but stopped short when you saw what the stranger had done to Baby. Dean was pissed, you could tell.

They dragged the man back inside the room. Before any more questioning could happen, the room started to shake and the closet opened once more. The four of you got out of there as quickly as possible after being confronted by the demon Abbadon. You ended up in the back with the stranger, whose name you now knew was Henry and soon you would learn that he was Sam and Dean's grandfather who'd traveled through time to find John.

*time skip brought to you by Gabriel's candy addiction*

You giggled at the confused look on Henry's face. "I don't understand. Why are those children throwing icy drinks in the faces of those other children? It doesn't make- OUCH!" You winced. "Sorry." You were taking care of his injuries after Abbadon had nearly killed him. Abbadon had nearly ripped his organs out, but you'd managed to get to him in time to save his life.

"Do you always do this?" he asked, making you look up at him in confusion. "Do what?" He hissed again. "Take care of people when they are wounded?" You smiled. "Yeah. I'm a hunter too, but I'm usually the one to patch Sam and Dean up. I've become an expert at stitches and all things first aid," you answered. You finished cleaning and checking on Henry's wound. Then, you rebandaged it. "Try not to move too much, okay?"

Henry frowned. "What's wrong?" He groaned and practically yelled at you about how much he hated the situation. "I should be healed by now!" You smiled sadly. Normally, he'd be right. It had been a month since Abbadon's attack. "Henry, your injuries were caused by a demon. It's going to take longer to heal. Just be patient and enjoy our new home." The four of you had moved into the Men of Letters bunker after you'd made it to the location. You turned to leave the room, but Henry's voice stopped you.

"Y/N? Will you stay with me? It gets rather lonesome." You nodded and returned to the bedside. "I hope you don't mind watching this. I'm afraid I quite enjoy it," he said sheepishly. You smiled. "It's alright. I like Glee. At least now I'll have someone to binge watch with." You sat down and started watching with Henry, occasionally answering questions or singing along.

At first, you were both really tense. Henry wasn't used to spending time alone with a woman that wasn't his wife and you weren't sure how to act around the man. There was no denying that he was attractive, just like his son and grandsons, but that was only the beginning. He was also intelligent, charming, and could be incredibly resourceful. Still, there were issues.

The first issue? He was your best friends' grandfather. The second? He had only been in your time for a little over a month and he'd left a wife back home. She should have been the woman he thought about constantly and you knew that, once he was healed, he would try and head back home. The only thing could possibly keep him with you and the boys would be the fact that he could change the past.

Meanwhile, Henry was watching your face. You were looking at the television, but he could tell you weren't really paying attention. He wondered what was going on in your head. He couldn't deny that he found you absolutely stunning, but he had a wife! He couldn't help but feel guilty whenever he looked at you the way he was now. Henry would never cheat on his wife. He shouldn't be falling in love with you!

"Henry?" Henry shook himself out of his thoughts when he realized you were talking to him. He flushed, knowing he'd been caught staring. "I'm going to go start dinner. Sam just texted. They'll be home soon and I want to have something ready for them." Henry nodded and you left the room. The show continued to play in the background, but Henry wasn't paying attention. He was staring up at the ceiling.

What had he gotten himself into? Traveling through time, bringing a Knight of Hell with him. Nearly getting himself killed. And now he was falling in love with a woman he had no business loving. He moved to sit up, wincing at the pain in his stomach. He ran his hand over his face and through his hair. His mind was in conflict. Should he stay in this time with you and his grandsons and risk falling deeper in love with you? Or should he return to 1958 and risk changing the past and erasing his family from existence? How do you make a decision like that?

Henry slowly rose from his bed and left his room. Your voice echoed through the bunker, a light hearted tune reaching his ears and making him smile. He followed your voice to the kitchen. You were dancing around as you started prepping dinner and Henry had to chuckle. You whirled around. "Henry! What are you doing out of bed?!" you admonished.

"I needed to speak to you." You put down the knife you were holding and nodded. "What is it, Henry?" He took a few steps closer to you. When he was right in front of you, he let out the breathe he had been holding. "Henry?" Your voice was soft. "I shouldn't," he replied, confusing you. "Shouldn't what?"

"I shouldn't feel the way I do. I shouldn't love you like this, but god help me, I do," he confessed quietly. "You love me?" Henry nodded. "I do. I know it's wrong and I shouldn't have let myself feel this way, but I do." You swallowed thickly and asked, "What do you want, Henry? You're married. You're not from this time."

"I KNOW!," he cried stepping away and running his hands through his hair, "But I can't help how I feel about you. I've tried. My wife is more than likely dead in this time and returning to her in 1958 could irreparably change the past, wiping my grandsons from existence and bringing about the end of the world. But, if I stay here, I can be of help and there's you." You didn't reply. You weren't sure what to say. "However, if you tell me to go, I will. I will return to my old home."

You glanced up at his face. His beautiful eyes were glued to you. After a moment, you were finally able to breathe out an answer, "Don't. Don't go." Henry smiled and wrapped his arms around you. You didn't care that you were being slightly selfish. Henry had given you an option and you chose the best one, for you and for the world. Henry took one hand and brushed a strand of hair from your face. "May I?" he asked and you nodded. His lips covered yours and you sighed happily.

"WHOA!" Dean's cries made you break away from Henry. "This isn't exactly what we meant by take care of Henry, Y/N," Sam said. "Our best friend and our grandfather," Dean remarked before looking at Sam and continuing, "Isbit sad that that's not the strangest thing I've seen? What does that say about our lives. Time travel, man." Dean stalked out of the room. "Uh, congratulations I guess," Sam muttered, leaving you and Henry laughing in the kitchen.