INITIUM - Supernarural Season One [Dean Winchester x Reader]

XVIII - Something Wicked

[QUICK NOTE: ~~~ represents a time jump between scenes as you probably already know. ~ will represent a small time jump within a scene.]

"Yeah 'cause you probably missed something, that's why," Dean replies.

You and Sam roll your eyes. "Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers--I couldn't find a single red flag," Sam retorts.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you sure you got the coordinates right?" you question Dean.

"Yeah, I double-checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin," Dean says. "Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important, guys."

"Well, I'm telling you, I looked, and all I could find was a big, steaming pile of nothing," Sam replies. "If Dad's sending us hunting for something, I don't know what."

"Well, maybe he's going to meet us there," Dean suggests.

You sigh. "I hate to be the voice of negativity, but that's unlikely."

"Yeah, 'cause he's been so easy to find up to this point," Sam agrees with you.

"You're really a smartass, you know that?" Dean tells his brother, not appreciating his sarcastic tone of voice. "Don't worry. I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing."

Killing. Almost a year of hunting, and the word could still chill you to the bone.

"Yeah? What makes you so sure?" Sam asks Dean.

"Well because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right," Dean states.

"No it doesn't," Sam replies, brow creasing.

"It totally does," Dean replies confidently, then grins.

~~~

Maybe it's because of your past, or maybe it's because of your curious soul. Whatever it is, it kept your eyes trained on the empty playground, spare two kids who climb on the jungle gym. You sigh, gut anxiously tight. You lean against the impala next to Sammy who wears a just as confused and contemplative expression as your own.

"Well," Dean walks over to you and Sammy, cups of coffee in his hands, "the waitress thinks that the local freemasons are up to something sneaky," he says, handing out the hot cups, "but other than that, nobody's heard about anything weird going on."

"Dean, what's the time?" you ask as he turns to walk over to the driver's seat.

"Ah," he checks his watch, "10 after 4:00. Why?"

"Look." You nod at the playground.

Only one kid and her mother occupy the playground now. Parents hurriedly escort their children to their cars, eyes darting around. Why the parents are so paranoid, you want to find out.

"Where are they?" Sam mumbles to himself.

"School's out, isn't it?" Dean asks, just for clarification.

"Yeah," Sam replies. The three of you stand in silence, watching the scene through a window fogged with questions. "So where is everybody? This place should be crawling with kids right now."

You exhale sharply. "I don't know, but maybe she does," you say, glancing at the mother supervising her daughter. "I'm gonna go talk to her," you announce, then walk over to the woman.

"The playground sure is quiet today," you note casually as you approach her.

"Yeah, it's a shame," the mother agrees, glancing up at you briefly.