Hard to get (dean x reader)

Chapter four; The Hunt

You woke up next to Dean as you heard sam in the washroom. You watched Dean's eyes flutter as he dreamt, you smiled softly watching him. As you turned out of bed Dean woke up. You turned to him when you heard him grunt.
"Mornin' sleepy-ass" you teased. He turned out of bed still half asleep.
"I need coffee." He stated. You giggled at his groggy voice.
"Well I assume were heading out to get breakfast after we get ready." You said as you slipped pants on.
"Good." Dean said as he threw a shirt on. Sam came out of the bathroom already dressed and fully awake, he laughed at the sight of the both of you.
"Morning, how'd you guys sleep?"
He said walking back to his bag to put his toothbrush back.
"I slept like a baby." Dean said as he finally stood up walking towards the washroom door and closed it behind him.
"Same actually." You said as you went through your bag trying to find clothes.
"That's good, as soon as you guys are ready we'll head out for breakfast."
"Cool, are our badges and suites in the trunk?" You asked.
"Yep, everything is ready to go." Sam reassured. You nodded and grabbed a shirt out of your bag. Dean came out of the bathroom changed and freshened up. You walked towards the washroom to get changed too.
"What? No strip tease this time?" He teased. You walked up and leaned in slowly to his ear.
"Next time Dean" you winked and made your way to the bathroom. He smiled as he threw his old clothes on the bed. You brushed your teeth and changed into leggings and a band t-shirt. You quickly brushed your hair and splashed water on your face to wake you up. Finally you were done and threw you stuff back into your bag. You guys were all ready and headed to the impala. Sam locked up while dean got behind the wheel and you sat in the back. Sam finally sat in the passenger seat and dean started up the car. The loud engine and the smell of gasoline made you happy as it brought up great memories. Dean pulled out of the motel and drove into town to get breakfast.

You guys pulled into a small local restaurant. You got out and felt the relaxing cool air brush against your soft skin. The kind smell of bacon from the restaurant and morning dew on the grass made you close your eyes in comfort. All of the sudden you and the guys heard an odd sound from behind the restaurant. It was faded and almost silent but as hunters you all got the weird feeling it wasn't normal. As you tried to adjust your ears the the faint sound you heard what sounded like an animal scream in pain. Dean was cautious and grabbed the gun from the back of his jeans. Sam did the same and nodded at the both of you. You grabbed your demon blade from the front seat. You guys followed the weird sound coming from the back of the restaurant. Dean led the way and sam followed beside him. You walked behind knowing they had guns. You guys turned the corner to see a rotting man devouring a dog. Dean took shots knowing it wouldn't do much but slow him down. The Rugaru fell to his side but quickly got up and ran through a small hole in the fence into a forest. Dean tried to run after but knew he lost it.
"Damn it!" He shouted putting his gun behind him and tucking it under his shirt. Sam did the same and put his hand on his shoulder. Dean looked down at the ripped open now dead dog.
"Welp I don't know about you but I lost my appetite." Sam and I laughed and agreed. We headed towards the police station and stopped at a gas station to change into our suites to look official.

As we walked into the police station we were greeted by the shariff.
"Hey, can I help y'all?" He asked. We flashed our badges.
"Were here to investigate on the murders." Dean stated in a strong tone. The sheriff looked confused.
"Murders? You mean the animal attacks?" The sheriff questioned.
"We believe it might be something else." Sam stepped in.
"Like?" The sheriff asked. Sam looked at me and Dean.
"Were not too sure of that yet." Sam said turning back to the sheriff.
"Well go for it. Its not my time your waisting." The sheriff said.
"Darla, get these agents files on the attacks please." He asked his secretary.
She pulled out a bunch of folders from her desk and handed it too you. Soon after you guys left. Sam went back to the motel to check of the files and try to see any cases on missing men in the area. Dean and you went to go question neighbors. You guys pulled into the big gated community and saw the beautiful larg houses. Dean finally pulled into our first house to investigate. You and Dean decided to check on the neighbour of the first murdered family since she claimed she saw something come out of the house that night and called the police. The outside of the house was beautiful, larg dark brown front doors. The house was white. You and Dean got out of the car and you quickly noticed someone peaking through the window. You guys walked up to the door and Dean knocked. Almost instantly a women opened it.
"Hi ma'am sorry to bother you but we're investigating the deaths that have been accruing in the neighborhood. May we come in to talk?" Dean asked politely. She invited us in and we sat on the couch while the woman pulled up a chair to face us. She was probably in her 50's. She lived alone and was obviously wealthy.
"Its not an animal..." She said quietly as she looked down at her lap.
"We know."  You said looking at her.
"Do you know what it is?" Dean asked trying to look understanding.
"You wont believe me... The cops didn't. Its crazy." She said while tears forming in her eyes. She continued to look down at her lap and pushed a strand hair out of her face and behind her ear.
"We deal with crazy. If we're going find what did this, we need to know what you saw." You said.
"Karl... Karl Anderson. I saw Karl Anderson walk into the front door and walk out with his face covered in blood." She said wiping a tear from her eye.
"I called the cops and they came but said it was an animal. But how is that possible?" She said finally looking up at you and dean.
"We believe you. Can you tell us about him and where he lives please?" Dean said. The woman nodded and gave us the address and told us little things she knew about him. He was lonely and didn't really fit into the community. We thanked her for helping and just as we were about to leave she stopped us.
"What's going on?!" She asked in terror. You looked at dean.
"Probably drugs." Dean answered. The woman nodded and let you leave.