Don't Blink by the--blackdahlia (John Winchester X Reader)

Chapter 1

(Y/n) moved through the house, flashlight firmly in one hand, shotgun full of rock salt in the other. Sam and Dean were busy on another hunt, but Cas was just a prayer away if needed. You were sure it was just a nasty spirit killing people and (Y/n) was determined to deal with it.

The wallpaper was moldy and looked like it hadn’t been changed since the sixties at least. The bare floors showed proof that there were animals living in the house, and not much else. (Y/n) kept sweeping her light over the walkway, looking for any sign of paranormal activity. But so far, nothing had jumped out at her. She was waiting for a big, Hollywood jump scare, but there was nothing.

She made her way into a large, common room that held rotting furniture and a thick layer of dust. The house had just been abandoned at some point, and honestly, (Y/n) would’ve thought no one had been there for a long time if it wasn’t for the foot prints in the dust and a discarded camera on the ground. (Y/n) picked up the camera, but it wouldn’t turn on. She turned her attention back to the footprints and saw that they just seemed to vanish.

“This place…” She mumbled to herself. She kept the camera with her, hoping that she could charge it when she got home and figure out what exactly had happened to the owner. Slipping the sleek camera in the bag on her shoulder, she continued to look around the room. Her flashlight beam landed on a statue in the corner.

“What the hell is that?” She asked herself as she walked closer to examine the statue.

It looked like a young girl with angel wings. She had her hands to her face, like she was crying. It was a grey concrete statue, with hints of oxidation making it look like it had been here awhile. (Y/n) stared at the statue a little while, trying to figure out why it was in the house. Shaking her head, she turned to explore the house, missing as the statue’s hands dropped from its face.

She made her way up the stairs to check out the upper level. As she did, her flashlight started to flicker in and out. She hit it a few times against her hand. It stopped flickering then, making (Y/n) sigh.

“Dean promised me this was top of the line. Would never flicker.” She said to no one. Her flashlight lit up the hallway again. She was surprised to see another angel statue at the end, right in front of a large, picture window. This angel was missing a wing though. (Y/n) made her way towards it when she heard a noise behind her. Turning around, expecting to see a spirit behind her, she saw another statue instead.

“I didn’t pass that coming up.” (Y/n) whispered. As her flashlight started to flicker, she turned back around. The statue from the window seemed to have gotten closer. It was staring at her with stone eyes and a strange smile on its face. “What is going on here?” (Y/n) asked, panic starting to set in. The spirits she was hunting had to be possessing these statues or something. There was no reason they could be moving…

She turned around again to look at the statue by the stairs but was met with an eerie sight. That statue had its hands up in the air like it was on the attack. Its finger nails were like claws. Its mouth was open, exposing rows of sharp teeth. (Y/n) started to back away from it, her back hitting something solid. She looked up to see another face with sharp teeth looking down at her.

She finally let out a scream then. She tried to run but the angel at the stairs was blocking her way. They both were looking down at her. She raised her gun and started to fire, but it seemed to do nothing to the statues. No spirits flew out, no sign of pain. Instead, she felt cold hands touch her as her flashlight fell to the floor.

Her scream died down as the angels turned and backed away. But (Y/n) wasn’t standing there anymore. All that was left was her shotgun and her flashlight.

(Y/n) was gone.