Compilation of Supernatural Oneshots

Don't Stop 3/3 (Dean x Reader)

Word Count: 1110

All [Y/N] remembered was Ryan. But what exactly? She didn't know. She rose from the unfamiliar bed, sucking in a breath. Where in the world is she? Stumbling out of the thick covers, she noticed she was dressed in a Metallica T-Shirt and some plain shorts.

"I don't....I don't listen to Metallica?" She muttered, opening the curtain. "Wait. That's an impala." Suddenly, a face popped up before her. She screamed bloody murder.

The door jiggled open and a familiar face was there to greet her. "Sorry, [Y/N]. I told him not to," Sam smiled sheepishly.

"What? What am I doing here? Where's Ryan?!" she shouted in a panic.

"Erm...."

"Sorry, [Y/N]. He's dead," Dean said.

"Dead?" she whispered, "I....I tried protecting him so hard...." She sunk to the ground, pulling her knees up to her chest.

Before she had moved into his house, she had snuck in to paint devil's traps under the rugs and salted the the window sills. She even had even gotten him to agree to get matching tattoos of the anti-possession symbol. (She told him it was just a cool design on the internet.)

"[Y/N]!"

"Jesus, Cas! You can't just keep appearing like that!" Dean huffed. Castiel ignored him, rushing to bring [Y/N] in his embrace.

"What happened? I felt something strong coming from her...." Cas trailed off.

"Uh, she just froze. Yesterday must have hit her like a train," Sam said.

"Yesterday?" [Y/N]'s meek voice cut through the air.

Dean scratched the back of his head. It was weird seeing her wrapped up in his best friend's arms. Had Cas been her shoulder to cry on this whole time? Obviously. "You were there. At the first crime scene. You saw us and rushed out. We both caught the call of the incident at Dropped the Bass. And–and he was there. Ryan Kennings? Was that his name? Well, he got the short end of the stick."

"The werewolf got him, didn't he," [Y/N] stated. "Cassie, you think he's in heaven?"

"Of course, [Y/N]. He never did anything wrong in his whole life."

She chuckled dryly. "Yeah, but he could have lived longer to do something bad."

"Wow, [Y/N]. That is, that is a dark way to think," Dean commented.

"Shut up. Thank you for letting me stay the night and borrow your clothes. I'll be outta here in a few."

"Whoa, wait. Leaving so soon?"

"Well, yes. Fancy of you to notice," She scoffed, grabbing her clothes off the chair and heading into the bathroom. Castiel nodded solemnly and vanished.

"Wait. We're seriously going to let her leave? Just like that?" Dean raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?" his brother questioned.

"Her boyfriend just died and she's gonna try to find that 'were on her own. I think we should at least go with her," he replied, exasperated.

"Uhm, Dean, you sure that's a good idea?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"Last time I checked, y'all weren't on friendly terms. That's all," Sam reasoned.

"I think it's fine. It would be safer if we all went. This is a one time thing, okay?" [Y/N] said, walking out from the bathroom. Dean gave his brother a pointed look. "Besides, could be a whole pack or somethin'."

"Yeah. Great. Uh, you two nerds can do your research, I'll go check around town." [Y/N] coughed. He tryna get laid or some shit? (He wasn't, for the record.)

Dean was ecstatic as he hopped into his car and drove into town. Maybe he could fix what happened? Maybe not all the way, but enough to get them on friendlier terms. For once, he was glad he just rolled with the punches.

Back at the hotel, it was quiet and very awkward. [Y/N] tried not to move.

"[Y/N], stop. Don't be awkward. It's just me."

"And that's the problem. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Oh."

"Don't be offended. Look you guys are great hunters and all.... but there's just so much baggage with you two."

"What about Cas," Sam countered.

"What about Cas?"

"He's part of Team Free Will."

"He's been in the [Y/N] and Cas team longer. I've known him since, well, forever. I was just a kid back then. Can we stop talking about me and get back to the task at hand?" Sam nodded and continued typing on his laptop. Moments later, Dean arrived with some food.

"Let's see....there's sandwiches and some beers."

"I'm surprised your liver hasn't given out yet. But thanks for the food."

"Sure," Dean said, his heart swelling. He'd missed her so much, and now she was back. "We got a salad for Sammy and and meatball sub for [Y/N]."

The trio ate their food. Surprising; Dean still recalled her favorite sandwich. She smiled slightly.

"Okay, guys! Let's go kill some werewolf ass! Look here, there have been four murders, all circling around this one shop. Ya find that a bit suspicious?"

"Yeah, definitely. Well. Let's uh, get our gear together and head out," Dean smirked. [Y/N] nodded, reaching down to pull on her boots. "Here. You left this," Dean said, tossing [Y/N] her most valuable item. It was a metal gun covered in metal roses and leaves and thorns. Her rounds were still loaded in. Each one had a chamber in which one could fill with a small amount of a substance. The bullets burst upon contact if traveling 1,700 mph. [Y/N]'s father had usually put holy water in em, but [Y/N] liked to put salty holy water in them. The cap contained a devil's trap as well. Her grandfather had devised these bullets and passed his knowledge down.

"Wow, thanks, Dean," she held the gun close to her heart before shoving it into her pocket.

Not long after, the trio was ready to go inside the hideout. Dean signalled he would break the door open.

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It was loud. The ringing in [Y/N]'s ears wouldn't cease, but she kept slashing away at the monsters. Blood and carcasses littered the ground. [Y/N], Dean, and Sam all hopped back into the impala and drove back the the hotel.

"I call the shower first!" She shouted. The two men groaned.

"Maybe I can join you," Dean winked suggestively. "Save water, too."

[Y/N] stopped. "Dean. I appreciate what you have done for me these last couple days. But look.... I know you're being flirty and all and want to go back to the way it was, but it can't. Ever. I'll never be able to forgive you for doing that to me. Ryan, Ryan and I were happy. Really happy. I need time. Let's just start as friends, okay?"

Dean sighed, "I know. What I did was despicable. I would be honored if we can start as friends." [Y/N] weakly smiled, pulling him down for a hug. "I'll never stop trying, you know."

"I know," [Y/N] whispered back.