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

Chapter 5

AN: I wrote Mary a little harsher than I should’ve. Hope you still like it

1970

 

“She’s here?” John asked. Millie nodded.

“She’s sitting out on the front porch. Said she saw your car and stopped by.” Millie explained. John looked back at (Y/n).

“I’ll be back.” He said, moving away from her and out toward the front porch where Mary was sitting on Millie’s porch swing. She looked up at John as he came out.

“Hey.” She said with a smile. She moved over so he could sit down. “My mom told me you called last night.”

“Yeah. But you were out with friends.” John told her. Mary sighed.

“Just because I’m dating you doesn’t mean I have to stay home all the time.” She said. John sighed some and pinched at the bridge of his nose.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” John said. “You go out with Andrew Forrester and I…” She leaned over and kissed him then. Mary didn’t know about (Y/n) standing in the house with Millie. She didn’t know that she could see down towards them.

“Come on sweetie.” Millie said, leading (Y/n) away with her towards the kitchen. “John is just confused. And I’ve only know you about twenty minutes and I already like you better than her.” (Y/n) smiled some. She knew she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up though. She knew that John and Mary would be together. They had to have Sam and Dean after all.

(Y/n) was helping Millie in the kitchen, still wearing the dress that John had been drooling over just a few moments before, when John and Mary came in. Mary saw the new girl standing in Millie’s kitchen and raised an eyebrow.

“This is (Y/n). She’s the daughter of one of mom’s friends.” John lied. Mary nodded, but she could see something that John couldn’t. The hard look in her eyes. The tightness in her shoulders. The stance. This girl wasn’t just some girl. She was a hunter. Mary felt herself going into hunter mode, but she slapped on a smile and stuck out a hand.

“Mary Campbell.” She said. (Y/n) took her hand and shook it.

“(Y/n)…Waters…” (Y/n) said, using the first British person that came to mind. Thank goodness she just had listened to Pink Floyd on the drive to her hunt.

“She’s staying with me.” John said. “She didn’t have any place else to stay for the time being.” Mary nodded. (Y/n) spotted the charm bracelet on her wrist then. The various charms to ward off evil. She looked Mary in the eye and both of them knew right then that the other knew they were a hunter.

“Well, Mary, would you like to stay with us for lunch?” Millie asked. (Y/n) could tell by the slight hiss in Millie’s voice that she wasn’t Mary’s biggest fan. John could tell too, and that honestly was part of the reason he kept dating her. It pissed off his mom.

“Well, Mrs. Winchester, my mom sent me to ask John if would join us for lunch.” Mary said. John looked at Millie and saw her tight lipped expression, but she didn’t say no.

“It would be rude of me to deny him this.” Millie growled. Mary smiled at (Y/n), almost as if telling her that she had won. John looked at (Y/n).

“I can stay if you want me to.” He said softly. (Y/n) wanted to tell him to stay, that going off with Mary was a bad idea, but she couldn’t. She shook her head. “Oh. Well then I’ll come get you later.” Mary smiled satisfied and headed out. John walked over to (Y/n). “Mary’s not that bad. She’ll warm up to you.” He smiled and kissed her cheek before following her out. (Y/n) sighed and looked at Millie.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here if you want to.” Millie said. (Y/n) shook her head.

“I have some friends in town. I just need to call them.” (Y/n) explained. “Thank you so much for everything Millie.” Before Millie could stop her, (Y/n) took the bag of clothes and left, watching as John’s car made its way down the road. Why did it feel like her heart was breaking? She heard Millie calling out for her, secretly cursing her son and his girlfriend. She had instantly liked you. Why couldn’t John have just found a girl like you?

Once (Y/n) was far enough away from the house, she let herself sit on a park bench and hold her head in her hands. Tears sprang from her eyes and she wiped at them to keep them from falling. She closed her eyes and focused on her own breathing. She just wanted to go home now.

“Excuse me.” A woman said, standing in front of (Y/n). The young hunter looked up at the woman. She had long, black hair and was wearing a neon orange dress. “But do you need help?”

“Um…not help you can give me.” (Y/n) said sadly. The woman shook her head.

“Let me rephrase that.” The woman said, sitting by (Y/n). “My name is Castiel, and I believe you prayed to me.”

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Present

 

“This would be so much easier if Cas would just answer me.” Dean growled as he followed along behind the Doctor. “(Y/n)’s not here and he’s AWOL. Again.”

“Dean, we kinda have the Apocalypse to worry about.” Sam told his brother. “He can’t just drop everything.”

“How do we know that these…these Weeping Angels or whatever actually took her?” Dean asked. The Doctor looked over his shoulder at the Winchester’s.

“I know it was them.” He said, holding up a machine.

“What the hell is thing?” Dean asked. To him, it made his EMF look like it was made by Samsung.

“It’s my Timey-Wimey detector.” The Doctor explained, earning a smile from Sam. Dean glared at his brother. Of course his geek brother would be eating all this up. “It goes ding when there’s stuff.”

“I’m getting a migraine.” Dean groaned, rubbing at his temples. “And what exactly does your…Timey-Wimey detector say about where (Y/n) went?”

“Nothing.” The Doctor said. “Just that the angels are responsible for it.”

“That’s it.” Dean said, shaking his head. “I’m going back to Bobby’s. I need some hunter’s helper to process all this. Time travel?!”

“Dean, Cas sent you back and forth through time several times. Do you really think he’s the only being in the world that can do that?” Sam asked. Dean was about to respond when the Doctor piped up.

“Ah! Castiel! It’s a good old celestial being!” The Doctor laughed. Dean groaned again.

“I’m going home Sam.” Dean said. The Doctor pulled something out of his pocket then.

“I wouldn’t do that Dean.” He said, holding up his Sonic Screwdriver and scanning the air around them. “You might be taking something home with you that you might not want.”

“Like what?” Dean asked. Sam turned around and shown his flashlight at some trees, his eyes widening.

“Like that.” Sam said. Dean turned and looked, seeing one of the angel statues. But this one wasn’t crying.

This one was ready for the attack.