INITIUM - Supernarural Season One [Dean Winchester x Reader]

XIII - Route 666

[FIVE YEARS AGO - HAILEY, IDAHO]

Your hands pulled at the loose string of your clutch purse. You adjusted your legs for what felt like the fiftieth time that night, your thighs exposed in the dress your best friend had lent you for your date. The tight fabric clung to your body, hugging you in all the right places, and you were grateful that she'd loan you her favorite dress. But it wasn't you. 

Stilettos arched your feet uncomfortably, and your toes were pinched in the pointy ends of the shoe. You wobbled when you walked on the thin heel, and your cheeks blazed with every step. Now, sitting in a chair in front of your boyfriend of six months, a spotlight seemed to beam down on you. Your bottom lip was turning red and raw from chewing on it. 

You're then-boyfriend, Noah, ignored your obvious unease and gazed at your body hungrily, despite the plate of steak in front of him. You shifted uncomfortably again, eyes darting to the door. 

"Y/n, will you chillax? You've been looking at the door ever since we got here," Noah grumbled, leaning back in his seat. 

Your cheeks reddened. "I'm sorry. I'm just not--" you stopped when you noticed his uninterested expression, annoyed with your behavior. "Sorry. Let's just eat." 

~~~

The rest of the dinner went without a hitch. You and Noah chatted casually, the conversations mostly centered around him and his football team. Your smile never left your lips, happy to listen to your boyfriend talk about the things (or thing) he was most passionate about. He asked once about your classes, but the subject found its way back to him some how. Though, it always did. 

The two of you walked down the sidewalk, arms linked together, the way lit with street lamps. Noah had insisted on going back to his dorm, claiming that he didn't want the night to end just yet. Sore and wanting to kick off your heels, you agreed, expecting a quiet night cuddled up in the bed. 

Your expectations couldn't have been more off. 

[PRESENT DAY - RANDOM GAS STATION]

"Okay, I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here," Sammy says, leaning against the impala. Dean stands next to the gas pump, phone pressed to his ear, and you peeked your head out of the backseat window to look at Sam. "We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought."

Your eyebrows shot up, pleased with the thought. "Yeah, the only thing is we're not going to Pennsylvania," Dean says, walking around the car to the driver's seat. 

"Wait--what?" you question, eyes following the Winchester. 

"I just got a call from an old friend. Her father was killed last night. She thinks it might be our kind of thing," Dean replies. 

"What?" Sam asks, a bit shocked. 

"Yeah, believe me, she never would've called, never, if she didn't need us," Dean adds, hopping into the driver's seat. You eye him suspiciously from the back, glancing at Sam who still hasn't moved. "Come on, you coming or not?" 

Dean starts the engine as Sam climbs into the passenger seat, a confused look on his face. The impala backs out of the gas station and onto the road; Pennsylvania would just have to wait. 

~~~

"by 'old friend' you mean..." Sam trails off, waiting for Dean to finish his statement. 

"A friend that's not new," Dean says vaguely. 

"Yeah, thanks," Sam replies, rolling his eyes playfully. 

"So, her name's Cassie, huh?" you ask, leaning the back of the front seat, holding your head in your hands. "You never mentioned her."