Supernatural | One-Shots

The Jumpscare That Hurted: Dean W.

Words: 990 

Warnings: Cursing 

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The old floorboards creaked under the weight of the person as (Y/P) moved with caution, flashlight and gun, with silver bullets instead of copper bullets, pointed forwards in front of (Y/P). (Y/P) caught a glance of something run down the hallway to (Y/P) left. (Y/P) quickly turned the corner and came face-to-face with a gun, but the other person came face-to-face with the same thing.

"Give me your full name and birthday!" They both shouted at the same time. You can't trust anyone in this building. The thing (Y/N), Dean, and Sam are hunting can shape itself into anything and everything, and that means people.

"You first, boy," the person spoke loudly, not backing down. The man lowered his flashlight just enough to see the person's face.

"My name is Blake Adams, and my birthday January 24, 1979. It's me, I promise." (Y/N)'s arms shook at his answer. It was correct but it didn't feel correct. This thing can read minds and know a lot of things about the person as long as they are alive. (Y/P) was going to take a large assumption here and say that this isn't who they say it is.

"Sahar Longfield. December 20th, 1980."

"Okay." The thing looked around.

"Okay, let's go then." (Y/P) bit (Y/P) lip in anger as (Y/P) followed the thing with (Y/P) gun at the ready, "We need to find Jake Brownlie." The thing looked back at (Y/P) with a raised eyebrow.

"Why? Shouldn't we look for the Shifter?"

"I gotta talk to him. I don't remember what we do if we find the vile thing." (Y/N) wanted to blow the things brains out. The thing gasped softly and nodded.

"Oh, okay."

"Right..." (Y/N) was cussing this thing out in (Y/P) head. They turned a corner and ran into 'Jake'. His gun came up faster than lighting.

"Name and birthday?" Sam asked sternly. (Y/N) widened (Y/P) eyes and twitched (Y/P) head towards the thing. Sam look confused.

"Blake Adams. January 24, 1979," the thing spoke the same lie again. Sam caught on quickly, nodding his head.

"Jake Brownlie. May 2, 1983," he stated back, making the thing nod his head.

"(Y/N), DOWN!" (Y/N) fell into the splits and the thing got flipped over (Y/P) head as Sam shoot him. Usual they're faster than that. (Y/N) sighed as Sam leaned against the wall beside him, "Now, where's the actual Dean Winchester?"

(Y/N) let a sigh mixed with a scoff out. (Y/P) reached around and snatched the necklace from the neck of the ugly thing.

They walked without their guns pointed in front of them, which seemed like a bad idea but hey, it doesn't matter. That's what (Y/N) believed before something grabbed (Y/P) and tried to pin (Y/P) against the wall, but (Y/N) was faster. (Y/P) elbowed the person in the stomach, kicked their knees, and then flipped them over (Y/P) shoulder by locking them in a head-lock.

"Dean?!" (Y/N) shouted, (Y/P) heart pounding in (Y/P) chest at a rapid pace, "What the literal fuck do you think you are doin'?!"

"Thought I was being funny," Dean got to cough out. He landed flat on his back, completely causing him to lose his breath, "Guess not." (Y/N) closed (Y/P) eyes and was breathing heavily. Dean leaned up and pecked his blood-covered lip.

"Yeah, no, you aren't getting away from that easily. You nearly gave me a heart attack." (Y/N) sighed through (Y/P) nose. Dean only smiled cheekily as (Y/N) and Sam helped him up. Sam slapped the back of Dean's head.

"That was a jerk move, you know?" Sam asked, not expecting an answer. Dean shrugged his shoulders as he rubbed them.

"Thought it'll be funny, guess not," Dean repeated himself from earlier, "Y'all find the Shapeshifter?"

"Yeah, the bastard had your necklace," (Y/N) said some more few choice words as (Y/P) pulled the thick black rope from (Y/P) pocket and walked up to him.

(Y/P) slowly wrapped (Y/P) hands around his neck and connected the ends together. (Y/N) left (Y/P) arms around Dean's neck and looked into those eyes (Y/P) fell in love with.

"Oh, Dean. I thought I lost you when I found that thing." (Y/N) pulled the man who was a foot taller than (Y/P) into a tight hug.

Dean's eyes widened as he hugged back. He looked up at Sam but he just shrugged, mouthing "I'll tell you later", and turned to leave.

(Y/N) fell asleep in the front seat of the Impala while Dean drove. Sam complained that he had to sit in the back but didn't mind really; he just likes being dramatic.

"Now, are you going to tell me why my (girl/boy) was freaked out?" Dean asked quietly as he pulled up to a motel. He turned and looked at Sam.

"Um, well, it looked like you but you could tell it wasn't you by the way it reacted to things. (Y/N) was the one who he ran into first." Sam lightly nodded his head towards the person sleeping with a deep frown on (Y/P) face.

"(Y/P) thought he did what he does to his victims to me, didn't (Y/P)?" Dean asked as he watched (Y/P) try to roll over in the seat but didn't get far.

"Probably." Sam sighed as he got out of the car. Dean followed and lightly jogged over to the other side to get (Y/N) out. Sam back up from the door to let him. Sam got the doors and brought the room. The two boys walked down the hall and spoke in hush whispers.

Dean put (Y/N) onto the bed and started to strip the upper half of his body from the clothes he's been wearing that day. All but his necklace and jeans were off. Sam was getting into the shower to clean up for the night then sleep and the other two will take one in the morning, but right now they didn't care. Dean and, half-asleep, (Y/N) just wanted to hold one another after today.