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

Chapter 8

1982

 

It had been a month since (Y/n) had been dropped in 1982. She couldn’t find the spell that Castiel had used to send her from the 70’s, and the angel wasn’t answering her calls. So she took to running the bookstore that Missouri owned in downtown Lawrence. She mainly got college kids trying to find cheap copies of required reading for classes. She got some tips from the thankful parents of said kids, and Missouri told her she could keep all that and not worry about putting it on the books.

There was a staircase in the store that led up to the apartment above that Missouri let (Y/n) stay in. There was another staircase behind the building that guests could use unless (Y/n) let them in through the store, which she didn’t. She didn’t have anyone here to visit. She had thought about visiting Millie, but the older woman had passed on in the twelve years that (Y/n) had travelled through. All that was left in this town was John, and he was busy having a family with Mary.

Business was slow at one of the other places that Missouri owned, so she set at the bookstore while having (Y/n) run errands for her. She noticed just how skinny the girl was. She didn’t eat much, just enough to make sure she wouldn’t starve. Missouri had been in her apartment and didn’t see much food. All the furniture that was there was what she had been storing there.

“I want you to go to the store and get you some food, some things to make you apartment more like a home, anything.” Missouri said. (Y/n) had planned to take the tip money she had and open a bank account so when she got back to her time, it was waiting for her.

“But…” (Y/n) started to argue, but Missouri pushed money into her hand and sent her out of the door, making her promise not to come back until later. So (Y/n) spent her day window shopping, getting some new clothes to go with the things she had gotten from Millie. Vintage hadn’t made a comeback in the 80’s, and (Y/n) really didn’t want to dress like Madonna. But after some clothes shopping, her stomach growled. Food was needed. And she knew she shouldn’t grocery shop on an empty stomach, but she didn’t feel like fighting with college kids at McDonalds.

Putting headphones on for her Walkman that Missouri had given her a few weeks ago, she made her way into the grocery store, humming the Eagles as she walked. She grabbed a few things she wanted until she noticed something falling into her cart that she hadn’t put there. A small toy car. She leaned over and grabbed it, looking around for the owner. She saw a little boy sitting in a cart, looking over at her with wide eyes. Why did he look so familiar?

“Dean, what have I told you about throwing your toys?” A voice said. “I can’t find it.” (Y/n) turned slowly with wide eyes to stare at a man she had longed to see but knew she couldn’t. Part of her wondered if Missouri knew that he was going to be there. She had to have heard the thoughts running through (Y/n)’s head from time to time.

“Uh…I think he wanted me to have it.” (Y/n) said before she could stop herself. John turned to look at her, his expression matching hers.

“(Y/n)?” He asked. She smiled softly at him and handed him the car. “You came back.”

“Yeah…” She said. “Travelling did me some good.”

“You haven’t aged a day.” John said, staring at her. (Y/n) felt her cheeks redden. The little boy pulled at John’s arm.

“Daddy, who that?” He asked. John looked at his son and then up at (Y/n) with panic in his eyes. Either that Dean was going to tell Mary he saw (Y/n), or that (Y/n) was going to be upset that John married Mary.

“Hi, I’m a friend of your dad’s.” (Y/n) said with a smile. “I’m (Y/n).”

“I Dean. I this many.” He said, holding up five fingers, making John laugh and shake his head.