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

Chapter 4

1970

 

John’s car made its way across Lawrence towards Millie Winchester’s house. The house she owned had been in her family for years, and when Henry left, she packed up her only son and headed back to Kansas. John knew the route like the back of his hand. (Y/n) took in the sites of Kansas. It was a lot different than when she had been with Sam to tell Missouri that John had died…

“Damn this car.” John grumbled to himself as his car sputtered. “I can’t wait to get a new one. Been saving up.”

“Have any ideas what you want?” (Y/n) asked.

“Mary wants me to get a VW van or something.” John shrugged.

“You look like a Chevy man.” (Y/n) said with a smile. John laughed.

“Yeah but Chevy’s are expensive.” He chuckled. Conversation just flowed so easy with (Y/n). The first time he had talked to Mary, he struggled with things to say. He pulled the car into the driveway behind his mom’s. “We’re here.”

“Woah.” (Y/n) said. “This house is amazing!”

“You think?” He asked. “It was my mom’s childhood home, her dad’s before that. She’s pushing me to have kids so that they can come live here too.” John sighed. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

They got out of the car and made their way up to Millie’s house. (Y/n) wondered if Sam and Dean even knew about this place. That this was their home and it was probably just sitting empty. She followed him up to the front door where he let himself in.

“Mom! I’m here!” John called out. Millie came out of the kitchen, her greying hair pulled up into a ponytail.

“Johnny!” Millie said, walking and hugging her son. “And who’s this?”

“Mom, this is (Y/n).” John said. Millie smiled.

“Oh, I like her a lot better than Mary.” Millie commented.

“Uh…let’s not talk about that right now.” John said. “Come on. The extra clothes are upstairs…”

“I’m going with you.” Millie said. “I want to talk to this girl some more.” Millie took (Y/n)’s arm and led her to an extra room where there were boxes of old clothes sitting around. “I was going to donate these. Take what you want darling.”

“Thank you Mrs. Winchester.” (Y/n) said. Millie smiled at her.

“Please, call me Millie.” She said as she set in a chair in the corner. John hovered in the doorway, watching (Y/n) go through boxes and pick out what she liked.

“People would pay good money for these clothes where I’m from.” (Y/n) said with a smile. John and Millie looked at each other.

“Where exactly are you from honey?” Millie asked. (Y/n) froze for a second.

“Uh…England.” She said. Millie nodded, seeming to be satisfied with the answer.

“Well, I’ve got a ham cooking. You two are going to stay for lunch, right?”

“Mom…” John sighed. He liked (Y/n), he did, but he didn’t want Millie getting the wrong idea. He was still with Mary, as far as he knew. He didn’t want (Y/n) to get the wrong idea either. But there was something he felt about this girl that he had never felt with Mary before.

“What?” Millie asked. “The girl needs to eat. Look at her. She’s a twig!” (Y/n) blushed some. “She’s just swimming in your Marine t-shirt.” John sighed and looked over at (Y/n).

“Would you like to stay for lunch?” He asked. (Y/n) smiled at him.

“Sure.” She looked over at Millie. “Thank you very much Millie.” Millie beamed and stood up.

“You just keep going through those clothes sweetheart. I’m going to talk to my son for a second.” She pulled John from the room and led him down to the kitchen. “I like her Johnny.”

“Mom, she’s just a friend.” John said. “I couldn’t just let her lay out on the road in the rain. Whoever brought her here just threw here away like she was nothing. She needed a place to stay.”

“But you took her in. And I saw the way you were watching her while she went through those boxes. When was the last time I saw you look at Mary like that Johnny?” Millie asked. John sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what to do mom.” John sighed. “I just met her. And Mary has been going out with her friends, one of which is her ex that I’m sure she still loves.”

“Do you like her?” Millie asked. John nodded. “Then you know what my answer is. I never felt right about Mary.” John laughed.

“It’s just because Deanna won’t give you her famous brownie recipe.” John accused with a smile on her face. Millie shook her head and laughed. John headed back upstairs to check on (Y/n). She came out of the bathroom with a dress on from one of the boxes.

“John?” (Y/n) asked. He turned around and stared at her. When he didn’t make a noise, (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “John? You okay?”

“Huh? Oh I’m fantastic.” He said, walking towards her. “You look amazing.”

“I do?” She asked. He cupped her cheek with one hand and looked down into her eyes. The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers. Her eyes slipped closed as she let him kiss her. She was so far gone just from his lips that she almost missed Millie’s voice calling up the stairs.

“John, Mary’s here.”

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Present

 

Sam, Dean, and the mystery man ran out of the house quickly. Once outside in the cool air, Dean turned his gun on the main in the pinstripe suit, glaring him down.

“Okay, what the hell is going on here? Where is (Y/n)?” Dean asked.

“She was taken by those things in there. They’re called Weeping Angels.” The man said. Dean kept his gun pointed at the man. “And there’s really no need for guns Dean.”

“How do you know who I am?” Dean asked, not lowering his gun.

“Your story has been written in the stars.” The man said. “Both your and Sam’s.” Dean glared at him.

“Who. Are. You?” Dean asked again. The man smiled.

“I’m the Doctor.” He responded. Dean raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“The Doctor? Doctor w…”

“Dean, wait.” Sam said. He looked at the man in front of him. “I’ve read about him. Big events in time and you’ve been at every single one of them. Don’t you usually have someone that travels with you?”

“Well, yes.” The Doctor said. “But she went to visit her mother and father.”

“So why are you here?” Dean asked, finally lowering the gun.

“I followed the angels here.” The Doctor explained. “They were drawn to this time for some reason. I need to find out why so I can get rid of them.” He started walking away. “Come now, we have a lot of things to do.” Dean and Sam looked at each other before following along behind him.