Dean x Reader Unplanned

Desperation

Dean parked baby in the garage and turned around to see Sam asleep in the back seat.

"RISE AND SHINE PRINCESS!" he yelled, throwing a jacket at the sleeping brothers head.

Sam startled awake, looking around in a daze trying to remember where he was.

"Y/N we're back!" Dean called as they entered the kitchen, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and pondered the food that was left in the cupboard.

"Dean." his attention was pulled back by a serious voice, he looked over to see a solemn faced Sam holding a piece of paper, and he took it slowly.

Boys,

I have to leave,

This baby deserves a normal life, not to grow up and live life worrying about the supernatural.

I'm safe, I've got my own place far away, big enough for the both of us.

I'll send word that we're well once the baby comes.

I'm sorry and I love you all so much.

Look after Jack for me.

Y/N.

"Dean?" Sam asked after a few moments of silence.

Dean took the letter and stormed outside, knocking everything in his path out of the way, Sam followed the path of destruction to find his brother, screaming to the sky for their angel friend.

Cas and Jack appeared with fear in their eyes, but ready for a fight. Dean handed the letter over to Cas, who scanned it quickly and looked at Jack, who was already distraught after reading Dean's thoughts. He had already lost his mother, you were the person who filled that gap, giving him the maternal love and advice that the boys couldn't.

"We'll find her Dean" Cas said with certainty, looking up to see Dean had already pulled out his keys and was heading to the Impala. Sam ran after him.

"Where are you going?" He asked

"To bring her back"

"You don't even know where she is Dean"

"She took one of the cars, I'll start looking for it, hopefully if she's dumped it she's left some sort of clue of where she's headed. I'll find her"

"C'mon, Cas and Jack will find her by nightfall, just come inside"

"She's smart Sammy, she doesn't want to be found, she won't make it easy. It's my fault she took off, I have to get to her and make it right, she has to know how I really feel." Dean backed out of the garage and took off like a bolt of lightning. Cas and Jack said they'd be in contact and disappeared, leaving Sam alone.

He walked past your bedroom, which looked like a tornado had blown through it after your panicked packing, he walked in hopefully to see your desktop computer had been trashed, there was no salvaging any information from it. After a quick look for your laptop he gave up, turned off the light and shut the door. Dean was right, you were smart, and were not going to be an easy find.

He sat on his bed and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts he found the one he was looking for and dialled, a happy voice answered the call, in contrast to Sam's sad response,

"Charlie, we need your help, It's about Y/N".

*****

1 week later, desperation had set in, the only trace they had of you were the dreams Jack would have when he was able to sleep. He could see a house surrounded by trees, and you inside, but no matter how hard he tried to see more he would be shocked awake.

Charlie had come to the bunker and started researching with Sam. You and Charlie were very close friends when you first come to stay with the boys, and Sam hoped a brainstorm might bring up some more ideas of where to search. They had both split into different cars and were looking around. Sam had gone to an old farmhouse in Texas, Charlie had geeked out and accessed some internet history through your laptops previous I.P address. There were around 50 locations you had searched for ranging from across America to Australia. They would check all of them.

Dean hadn't come back to the bunker since you left.

He had checked into a motel near your childhood town, and would stake out certain places he remembered you talking about during long car trips.

After another failed day he went back to the motel frustrated.

He walked into the bathroom and washed his face.

Looking into the mirror he was overcome with sadness and frustration, he punched the mirror, smashing it, and went on a rampage, destroying everything in sight. After a few minutes he sat on the bed in the middle of the room, tears sliding down his cheeks.