INITIUM - Supernarural Season One [Dean Winchester x Reader]

XI - Dorothy

Dean's phone goes off, ringing and waiting to be answered. "Dean," Sam calls out to his brother, but Dean is passed out.

"Answer it," you encourage Sam.

Sammy sighs, picking up Dean's phone from the nightstand. He looks at the unknown number for a second, then flips open the phone and presses it to his ear. "Hello," he says tiredly. Sam sits straight up in the bed, earning a confused look from you.

"Dad?" 

[THIRD PERSON POV]

Y/n almost falls off the couch; Sam said dad. Was John truly on the phone? Had he finally grown the balls to call his sons?

"Are you hurt?" Sam asks, ignoring Y/n's antics and wide eyes. 

"I'm fine," John replies.

"Put it on speaker," she whispers, crawling over the couch and kneeling in between Sam and Dean's beds. 

Sam ignores her again. "We've been looking for you everywhere. We didn't know if you were okay," Sammy whispers. 

"Sammy, I'm all right. What about you and Dean?" 

Y/n shakes Dean's bare shoulder, waking him. He looks around with a scrunched up face, Sammy glancing back at the two of them realizing that his father doesn't know about Y/n. 

"Well, we're fine. Dad, where are you?" Sam asks. Dean's eyes shift from Y/n and Sam with disbelief. 

"Sorry, kiddo, I can't tell you that." 

"What? Why not?" 

"Is that Dad?" Dean asks, leaning on his arm. 

"Yeah, I think so," Y/n replies, looking at Sam. "Sam," she hisses, wanting to be apart of the conversation as well. 

"Look, I know this is hard for you to understand. You're just gonna have to trust me on this," John says. 

Sam's silent for a moment, choosing to ignore you once again. "...You're after it aren't you? The thing that killed mom."

"Yeah. It's a demon, Sam." 

Dean's sitting straight up now, staring at his phone. "A demon?" Sam asks, Y/n's blood runs cold. Dean looks around for his shirt, not remembering where he threw it. Y/n grabs it from the top of the couch and hands it to him. 

"A demon? What's he saying?" Dean asks. 

"I do," John confirms, nodding though his son can't see him. "Listen, Sammy, I, uh...I know what happened to your girlfriend."

"Sam, put it on speaker or something," their friend remarks, gesturing with her arms. Y/n's face falls then as she realized. John doesn't know that she's away from the house, that she's hunting with his sons. If he found out, well, they'd all be as good as dead. 

"I'm so sorry. I would've done anything to protect you from that."

Sam merely glances at you and Dean, tears rimming his eyes as he sits silently, listening. "You know where it is?" Sam asks, then pauses again. 

"Yeah, I think I'm finally closing in on it." 

"Let us help." 

"You can't. You can't be any part of it." 

You glance at Dean, agitated about the one-sided conversation. "Give me the phone," Dean says, reaching out his hand to Sam. 

"Why not?" Sam asks his father.