INITIUM - Supernarural Season One [Dean Winchester x Reader]

VII - Hookman

"Your, ah, half-calf venti vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis," Dean pokes at Sammy as Sam walks back over to the small metal table the three of you claimed outside the coffee shop. You take a sip of your own latte with a smile, glad that Dean offered to browse the web for a while. You didn't sleep much on the during the ride (trouble getting comfy in the backseat) and could barely keep your eyes open.

"Bite me," Sam quips, taking a seat in the chair to your right. 

"Anything?" you ask the youngest Winchester from behind your cup of coffee. There's a buzzing in your head, thoughts and doubts stirring in your mind from what you heard on the last hunt. You squeeze your eyes shut as you take a sip of the warm coffee.

"I had them check the FBI's missing-persons databank. No 'John Does' fitting Dad's description," Sam replies. "I even ran his plates for traffic violations."

"Sam, I'm telling you, I don't think Dad wants to be found," Dean says, voice neutral. "Check this out." Dean turns the laptop for you and Sam to look at the screen. Leaning forward, you immediately start skimming through the article, picking out bits of information. "News item out of Plains Courier, Ankeny, Iowa. It's about 100 miles from here."

"'Mutilated body was found near the victim's car parked on a 9 Mile Road,'" you read. 

"Keep reading," Dean tells you, taking a drink from his coffee. 

"'Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible,'" you finish and lean back in your chair. 

"Could be something interesting," Dean prompts. 

"It could be nothing at all," Sam retorts. "One witness who didn't see anything," Sammy says, gesturing at the laptop, "doesn't mean it's the invisible man."

"But what if it is? Dad would check it out," Dean says, pulling the Dad card. And with that said, you and the boys found yourselves driving to Ankeny, Iowa.

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After hours of driving, Dean decides to finally take a pit stop. You were starving, so you and Sam entered the small gas station while Dean waited outside filling up the tank. You and the giant Winchester ample through the aisles, looking for anything that looks appealing. You grab a bag of cookies that would probably be stale with a shrug.

"Grab those pretzels," you say, nodding towards the shelf. Sam grabs the blue bag and takes a step towards the front of the station. You grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He turns to you, a confused expression on his face. Your eyes dart outside, making sure that Dean is still by the pump. 

You sigh and let go of Sam's arm, and take a step closer to him. "When I was alone with the shifter, I--uh--I heard some things," you whisper. "But you gotta promise me that this stays between you and me." 

"Of course," Sam replies with a nod. 

You exhale through your nose and look up at Sam. "The shifter called me Dean's love of his life."

Sam covers his mouth his his hand, muffling a laugh. "That's what you're all worked up about?" 

"Uh, yeah!" you hiss, slapping his arm. "It's not funny," you pout, crossing your arms and sticking out your bottom lip. "I feel like a teenager again, over analyzing tiny gestures 'n shit."

"You're not over analyzing, Y/n," Sam reassures you. "I already told you Dean likes you."

You roll your eyes. "That's just because you want us to be together."