Strength - DeanxReader

Chapter 19: Trouble

Hey mates, I'm sorry I've been so deactivate, I started school and I just haven't been good at managing my time. Anyways THE BOOK HIT 3K IM SO PROUD OF US!!!!!!!! I really do appreciate the support, and hope you enjoy the next installation of 'STRENGTH'

The Writer

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Hey D

Well I'm glad that your coming around, even if you still want me dead. Anyways, if you picture a slightly less strong Cas mixed with a little of that Meg chick from your past, that would be me. It's pretty interesting, I have to constantly suppress my eye color even though Cas said he doesn't mind... it's weird.

I don't know how to feel about all this. On one side I have all this power that I can't do anything with and on the other I feel like a freak. Hope you don't mind that im dumping all of this psychological shit on you... not it's not like angel boy understands.

So how are you? Please tell me you've come back to civilization, Sam told me you were acting strange and I really don't want to put any more strain on him. He's too stressed to handle this.

Bye Deana.

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You waited for a couple of weeks before you ever heard back from dean. You two had been sending letters back and forth like you lived in the 50s (through a blue eyed angel, of course), but recently he just stopped.

"Any news from Dean-o?" You panted, throwing another punch at a mannequin while you trained outside. The sun was shining softly through the clouds as you used what was left of angel radio to reach out to Cas.

Soon enough the familiar fluttering of wings came ringing through your ears.

"(Y/n), we have to go now. The Winchester's are in trouble." He said, small cuts adorning his chiseled face as he looked up at you with worried eyes. A flurry of emotions flashed across your eyes; fear, rage, worry.

"Where are we going?" You asked, keeping your voice steady as you paced back into your apartment and grabbed your leather jacket. He told you the relative area and you teleported there, finding that using this demon trait instead of the flying saved more energy.

You landed in front of a dark cave. The first thing that ran through your head was wendigo, you guys hadn't heard of one for months, so it was about time that one snuck up on someone. Your boots crunched through the dead winter leaves. It was just days before Christmas, so of course no one was around except the Winchester's.

Pained yells sounded off from deeper inside, making you break out into a sprint. Your hair blew past your face as you skidded across the rock floor to reach your two victims. As you reached the entrance you saw them, three different wendigos all standing in front of a tattered Sam, bruised Dean, and someone you had never seen before, a redhead girl with a Star Wars tee shirt on. The monsters heads whipped towards you in confusion.

Suddenly your eyes lit up, the shadow of your divine wings casting across the rock formations behind you. Nostrils flaring, you ran head first at them, slipping beneath the first ones legs and grabbing its back, quickly using your powers to smite whatever force was inside of it. It burst into a beacon of light and fire as the other two reared back with human like reactions. They zoomed to the exit.

"Cas, get them! I'll get the boys down." You yelled, not having enough time as you watched everyone start to fade in and out of consciousness.

"Oh, brother." You muttered under your breath as you teleported inches in front of the red headed girl and quickly loosened the ropes that held her captive in mid air. She fell into your arms, much lighter than you expected with your working out and all, but you gently set her on the ground as she started to come to. Doing the same with Sam (with a little more struggle), you finally moved over to Dean, watching as his eyes fluttered open slowly and settled on your face. You had covered your glowing eyes and smiled back softly at him as your hands worked quickly around his bounds.

"(Y/n)..." he muttered, groaning as his was released and stumbled into your smaller frame. You quickly caught him, heaving him back up and dragging him against a stone. As he was set down, you noticed a deep cut across his abdomen.

"Jesus, Dean-o, do you ever watch yourself?" You chuckled darkly, pulling his shirt up above his stomach and pressing your hands onto his wound. He growled in pain like a caged animal, but this was the only way you could effectively heal someone, whereas the occupied Cas could do it without touch.

Soon enough, he was healed and resting while you moved onto Sam and the mystery girl. Neither of them were hurt as badly as Dean, but they still had a couple of cuts that would have scarred.

I'm bringing them back to the bunker, tell me when your safe, you prayed to Cas before helping the older, and still passed out, Winchester to his feet. You flew there, reaching Sams bedroom and quickly placing his softy onto his made bed before returning back to the forest. You brought the girl into the room besides your old bedroom, which had been cleaned out, and finally brought Dean home. As you were lifting him off the rock, he was fully conscious.

"Don't fly me back there. Drive back with me, (y/n.)" he told you, hand gripping your arm as he struggled to support himself, still exhausted from the ordeal.

All you could do was nod your head before wrapping your arm around his waist and having him lean on you to the clearing in the woods where Baby sat. You knew that you could teleport out of the situation if things got bad, so what could you lose?

You started the ride back, Dean being in no state to drive, when Castiel told you he had made it back safely, per your request. Through the burning silence, Dean spoke.

"I've missed you, (y/n/n)" he whispered, running a hand through his brown locks. You couldn't help but feel the edges of your lips turn into a slight smirk, but you suppressed it. Putting on hand on the wheel and the other resting on the open window, you sighed and brushed back wisps of (y/h/c) hair.

"Oh Dee, we have a lot to talk about."