Supernatural || reader x Dean x Sam

Forget me not

I think it had been four years since then. I quickly forgot about the Winchesters, but I'd still hear about them from other hunters. I think I saw them once on the road, or maybe in a bar late at night. But I always disappeared before they recognized me, and over time I stopped seeing them. Maybe I just stopped looking for them in every place I knew they'd go. But regardless I was out of their life.

I learned to be in control, and not let anything manipulate me. I could sense Lucifers presence deep down in the pits of hell, after I heard Sam and Dean send him there. I encountered a few Angels, several demons, and every ugly creature that crawled it's way out of hell on the road. I still chose to hunt. Without using any freakish archangel magic or whatever the hell it was. No I still didn't know what it was.

I had a vague idea, and pretty shitty illustrations from the bible. But I didn't know who I was, I just knew i was what I was and I accepted it. But I never brought myself to accept the fact that Dean was gone. And I missed him. I did off course miss Sam but just hearing Deans name made my insides burn. I didn't miss Castiel because I'd see him from time to time, I did tell him not to mention this to the Winchesters, although he failed to do the same with them.

According to Cas Sam and Dean have both been to hell a few time I think, and heaven, Dean even went to Purgatory with Cas. He told me about everything that happened since then, including Dean turning into a demon, and the three of them fighting Chucks sister. More importantly they both had someone they loved, and they where safe. That was the last I heard of him. Which made me worried since the last time I didn't hear about him was due to him losing his grace.

I couldn't hear him. I couldn't hear Sam. I couldn't hear Dean. "I'm sure they're fine..." And with that I ventured into a supposed haunted house that was credited for the disappearance of seven different people. I didn't think it was completely stupid since last week the house in Ohio turned out to be host of a poltergeist.

My gun was loaded with silver bullets, I had three different knives for three different creatures, and the big ass machete I carried had been blessed by a priest this morning. "So where you at bitch?" I screamed loud enough for my voice to bounce of the walls. The cracks and moss growing inside them seem to be the only thing in the empty room. "You smell so nice..." I felt cold bony fingers touch my shoulders, the body inches away from mine. "And you don't know much about personal space."

I ducked getting out of the grasp as I came back up, the machete going through the head. "Never thought I'd want it to pull out but your head has to come clean off." There was more footsteps approaching, and maybe this wasn't a ghost but just a really big Vampire nest. I finished the first guy off, and just on cue they started swarming in like a plague, but none of them attacked.

"Are you one of those British fucks?" One of them asked, staring at the head I help up in my hand. "Not in particular, no." He walked closer to me, telling the group to back off. "There was a group of us here that was completely wiped out, I couldn't blame them getting caught after they killed so many people." "No offense but don't you?"

"We try not to unless it's necessary. But they where doing it for fun. We alternate on animal blood instead." I nodded, since this wouldn't be the first time I saw this, so it might not be a lie. "You mentioned something earlier, or rather compared me to someone, who are they?" He shook his head, seemingly frustrated at the thought. "They've wiped out so many of us, it's the British man of letters."

"I'll pretend like I know what you're talking about. But these people kill your kind?" This would be a plus for me, but for some reason it feels wrong. "They slaughter us without asking questions, some of us never killed humans, and those who have are trying to change." And I know all about changing my nature. "Leave right now, and don't draw attention to yourselves, but before that tell me where they are."

"Thank you. You wo-" "Oh don't thank me. If I find out this is a lie and the British Man of whatever the fuck don't exist. I'll kill every single one of you." He nodded, quickly giving me directions to the supposed place where two of them were spotted. "Just two?" "Yes the blonde, she was the one that killed our friends from the north last month."

Call me old fashioned, but hunters who kill without purpose are usually shit. "Yeah that won't be a problem. This bitch won't know what hit her."