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

Chapter 2

AN:  “Present” in this series takes place in like season 5. And this is going to be a lot more AU than just John and Mary’s ages.

1970

 

The rain was falling in sheets as a car pulled up to a phone booth on the sidewalk outside of the Lawrence Pharmacy. The pale yellow Plymouth was on its last leg, but the driver was babying it. The driver got out, grumbling swear words about the rain and unreliable telephone service. He got into the phone booth and shook his wet hair.

“Of all days, why do we have to be fighting today?” He asked himself as he dug his change from his pocket and pushed it into the machine. He dialed the number and waited.

“Hello?” A woman answered.

“Hi Mrs. Campbell. Is Mary home?”

“John? Is that you?” Mrs. Campbell asked. John could tell from the sound of her voice that Mary wasn’t home.

“Yeah.” He sighed, looking at the raindrops hitting the glass hard.

“I’m afraid Mary went out with some friends.” Mrs. Campbell explained. John closed his eyes and rested his head against the glass. He and Mary had been fighting a lot here recently, her calling him out on a girl that he flirted with a lot and him coming back on how she still would go out for drinks with her ex-boyfriend.

“Did she say when she would get back?” John asked. But he knew.

“No. Sorry John. Just try calling her in the morning.” John sighed and nodded, even though the woman on the other end couldn’t hear him.

“Okay. Thank you.” He hung up after a minute but stayed standing in the phone booth, watching the rain. Lightning lit up the sky. Thunder shook the glass. And John was just lost. Part of him wondered why he stayed with Mary Campbell, while the other part of him was madly in love with her. He sighed and left the phone booth. It wasn’t raining as much as he made his way to the Plymouth.

“Damn it Mary!” He growled when he got in the car. He hit the steering wheel a couple times before he calmed himself down. He knew she had went out with Walt, so he was half tempted to go out with Candice. But he wasn’t going to stoop that low. He had a six pack of beer at home that needed to be dipped in to and a pizza place he hadn’t ordered from in a while.

Starting the car, he made his way down Main Street. He stopped at a stoplight and waited for it to turn green. There were only one of two other cars out at the moment. He wouldn’t have been out either if the phones didn’t go out every time there was a sprinkle. He had a job that paid decent money, he didn’t want the phones to go out all the time.

He had just passed through the intersection when the immediate area lit up bright. He hit his breaks and shielded his eyes from the bright light. The only thing he could think of was that this was a nuclear blast and he was as good as dead. But there was no boom or heat like that damn turtle would talk about. John looked around. It was still dark, it was still raining. Nothing seemed to be out of place.

Except for the woman lying on the wet road in front of his car.

“What the hell?” John asked himself as he climbed out of the car. “Hey!” He ran over to the woman. “Hey, are you okay?” He gently shook her, only receiving a groan. “Hey lady, can you hear me?”

Her eyes fluttered open then and locked with his. For a second, he almost forgot to breathe. He knew it sounded cliché, like one of those novels his mother would read when she got home from work, but it was true. There was something about this girl that did something to him. He just wasn’t sure what. But then he noticed the cut on her head and the scrapes on her arms.

“W-where am I?” She asked weakly, shivering from the rain. John went back to the car and grabbed his leather jacket, wrapping it around her carefully.

“Easy.” He said. “We need to get you to the hospital. University is just over there…”

“No!” She called out, trying to sit up but groaning in pain. “No hospital!” John raised his hands up.

“Okay, okay. No hospital.” He said. She was starting to close her eyes again. “Hey! Don’t go to sleep on me. I don’t even know your name.” John said.

“(Y/n).” She said softly before falling asleep again. John sighed and scooped her up.

“No hospital. Guess I have to take you back to my place.” He carried her and placed her in the back of his car. “I hope you’re not like a Norman Bates person.” He got into the driver seat and took off back to his place.

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Present

 

Dean and Sam walked back into Bobby’s after chasing down an empty lead. He was wheeling around, doing some research and making some calls. He barely acknowledge the boys, who had been gone for about two weeks. Dean looked over at Sam.

“Glad to see we were missed.” He said. “Let’s go get (Y/n) and grab a beer.”

“She’s not here.” Bobby threw over his shoulder at them.

“Well, where is she?” Sam asked. Bobby shrugged.

“She went out on a simple haunting about a week ago and disappeared.” Bobby said. “I tracked her phone down to the town she was hunting in, but that’s it. No answers on the calls or texts, nothing. Not even a credit card trail. I’m making some calls to see if I can get someone out there to look.”

“Where was she hunting?” Dean asked, all thoughts of relaxing gone out the window. He was sure that the angels were using her as a pawn. They had to be.

“Marshall, Minnesota.” Bobby told them. “If you’re heading out there and you find her, kick her ass for making me worry.” Sam grabbed up his bag that he had tossed down. There were more important things right now.

“You got it Bobby.” Dean said, turning on his heel and walking out. (Y/n) had stuck by him and Sam for better or worse. And if she was missing and the angels were using dick moves to get them to play ball, then there would be hell to pay.

But Sam had this strange feeling in his gut that something bigger was going on than just the angels being assholes.