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

Chapter 3

AN:  So I changed a little when John went to Vietnam. Just by a couple years.

1970

 

Her head was pounding as she started to come to. At first, her body had been heavy and she was sure that she had been kidnapped or worse. But then her limps started to move and she could tell that she wasn’t tied to anything. And was that a bed? She was sure it was a comfortable bed. She opened her eyes to look up at a white ceiling. She groaned some and rubbed at her head.

She set up and looked around. It was a small bedroom. A dresser set on one wall. There were doors to a closet, but not much else. (Y/n) looked to the side of the bed to see a desk and chair. On the desk was a picture of a smiling woman and a young boy. But why the boy looked familiar she couldn’t figure out. She had seen that picture somewhere before. In Dean’s stuff?

The bedroom door opened then and a young man walked in. He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. For a second, (Y/n) could’ve sworn it was Dean walking in. She didn’t realize she was staring until the man cleared his throat and set a tray on the desk.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, sitting in the chair watching (Y/n).

“Uh, my head hurts some.” She said, rubbing the back of her head and neck. He smiled at her and god, did it fit him. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, yeah. You were too out of it to exchange that.” He laughed. “I’m John. John Winchester.” Her eyes widened some. No. John was dead. He had been dead for a few years now. She remembered being there for Sam and Dean when he died… “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded some. “Just kinda out of it I guess.” John nodded and grabbed a tray with food on it.

“I’ve been there before.” He smiled. “Here, eat up.” She accepted the tray from him. There was toast, some oatmeal, and a glass of orange juice. It wasn’t much, but it was the best meal that (Y/n) had ever seen. Something about the fact that he had gone out of his way to make this for her made her heart flutter.

“Last night, you said no hospital.” John said as he settled back into his chair. “Why’s that?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” She stated.

“Are you on the run from the law?” John asked. “Am I looking at jail time?”

“No, no.” (Y/n) said. “Let’s just say I’m not from around here. And I don’t want to get caught.”

“Illegal huh?” He asked. “Well, your English is amazing. Where are you from?”

“Uh…England.” (Y/n) said. She wasn’t sure what to tell him. If he believed that she was from another country and not another time, then so be it. She didn’t want to deal with him thinking she was crazy. She saw a calendar on the desk. It was 1970. That meant he still had almost 14 years before he knew about the supernatural. She looked back at John and almost missed him gazing at her.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay.” John said, running his fingers through his hair. It was a nervous habit that he picked up from his mother. Little did he know his dad used to do it too. “Do you, uh, have any place to stay?” Something about (Y/n) made John want to protect her. There was something in his chest he had never felt with Mary before, he just couldn’t put a finger on it.

“Uh…” (Y/n) looked around.

“I’m going to take that as a no.” John said. “You had no clothes or money with you. You really didn’t plan out your trip to the good old USA very well, did you?”