Supernatural Stories

Perfection (DeanxReader)

Summary: Dean and the reader are on a simple werewolf hunt that turns sour after they split up and she is attacked. Dean finds her and takes her back to the motel where he and Sam patch her up. Dean was so worried about her that the day after, some unknown feelings come to the surface.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, blood, alcohol, reader is briefly without clothes for a scene

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I looked around. It was dark and a bit foggy, fresh snow coated the ground, and so friggin' cold. I was shivering more than I was doing anything else. What perfect weather for hunting a werewolf, right? Ha, no. Dean was right behind me as I led the way to where we suspected the werewolf was hiding. There had been a few recent attacks in the area and we were out to find and kill it.

"Hey, let's split up," I suggested. "I'm tired and cold. The faster we find this thing, the faster I can get back to the motel and bring my body temperature back up from below freezing." I didn't usually complain about this stuff, but we had been searching for way too long with no progress. I'm pretty sure I was entitled at this point. "You can go west and I'll go east and if either of us find it, we'll call the other."

Dean nodded. I could tell he was just as ready to be finished with this thing as I was. "Sure. But you won't need back up if you find it, though, right?"

"Dean, it's one werewolf. And I'm a trained hunter; I can handle it," I reminded.

"Okay then," he said, shivering slightly.

"Alright, let's go." He headed west like I had suggested, and I started going east, my arms wrapped around my body. I had on a thin coat, gloves, jeans, and boots. That's not what you'd normally wear outside in the snow. I could feel my hands and feet starting to go numb because of the cold.

I kept my gun close, despite the urge to bury my hands in my pockets, away from the frosty air. There wasn't much noise except for the sound of my boots in the snow as I walked and the slight wind rustling the bare tree branches.

Suddenly, I heard growling--the werewolf. Finally. I looked around, trying to find it. It was hard to see through the fog, so I backed up as I took in my surroundings, keeping my eyes open and my gun close and ready to fire.

The werewolf jumped right in front of me and started making its way toward me. I shot it four times as it tried to jump on me. Didn't even break a sweat. I put my gun away and pulled out my phone, calling Dean.

He picked up right away, "You find it?"

"Yeah, I got it. We can go home now, thank God," I replied, sighing a breath of relief.

"Alright, I'll meet you back at the car," Dean said simply, hanging up.

I put my phone back in my pocket and turned around to make the trek back to the Impala. I was so ready to get out of here; this was such a miserable hunt.

With a skip in my step--mostly to get my blood pumping and keep me warm but also because I was so happy to go home--I kept going.

I had only been walking for two minutes when another werewolf suddenly jumped out of the darkness right in front of me, catching me off guard. I was able to pull out my gun, but it tackled me to the ground before I could shoot, my gun tossed somewhere just out of reach. I fought with the werewolf, trying to get out from under it so I could grab my gun and shoot it.

I managed to get away and ran, searching the ground for my gun as I did. Except, I tripped while I was running away, thus falling to the ground. Shoot! A piercing pain went through my right ankle and up through my right leg. I cried out. The werewolf had been right behind me when I fell and had the perfect opportunity to get to me. He jumped on me and took a deep bite into my left shoulder. I screamed. I saw my gun within reach on my right and reached for it. Yes! Got it! Wasting no time, I fired. And I was so lucky because I missed. In that time, it bit me again, this time it sunk its teeth into my abdomen. I screamed out again. Fighting the pain I was feeling all over, I managed to fire again, succeeding in hitting my target. I shot the werewolf three times, each bullet going right through the werewolf's body. It fell dead in a patch of snow.