Supernatural | One-Shots

The Monster That Got Caught: Dean W.

Words: 1150 
Warnings: Light cussing 
This one is horrible too and it doesn't follow any episode, just based loosely around 06x09(Season 6, Episode 9). I just couldn't think of any other 'good' monsters to use.
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"Sam, someone or something has been following us since that hunt in Ohio." That was the sentence that made (Y/P) back off some but just enough so they don't question it. (Y/P)'s still with them though, just so they don't get hurt by (Y/P) kind. Yeah, yeah, (Y/P)'s a monster, so what? Not every monster wants the same thing, you know?

"Sam, that feeling is back." Dean shook his shoulders and looked to the left. An old lady was walking a dog, "I don't know but I swear to God that someone's been either stalking us or spying on us." Sam shook his head at his older brother.

"Dean, no one's there." Sam's voice pushed the thoughts of someone following them to the side but only momentarily, "I'm going to head back to the motel to do research on these... fairies. You go to the library to see what you can pull up on them and the town." Dean shook his head.

"Fairies? They aren't even that scary," He muttered as Sam walked away. Dean shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked but the feeling wouldn't go away. If he can't catch whoever is following them out in front of people, he'll catch them in an alleyway.

Dean turned his foot and walked down the wet and dark alleyway. The smell of drugs burned the hair in his nose but he pushed on. It was way too quiet for just him walking. He looked behind himself and seen a shadow of someone. He twisted and turned around boxes and dumpster before dunking beside one.

"Dammit, Dean, where-cha go?" The person mumbled as (Y/P) passed him. Dean slowly got out and almost too silently, followed (Y/P) until (Y/P) stopped. Dean wrapped his arm around (Y/P) neck and flipped (Y/P) over his shoulder. (Y/P) landed harshly, making (Y/P) cough up something gross. (Y/P) turned (Y/P) head and spat it out. Dean yanked (Y/P) up and shoved (Y/P) up against the wall with a knife to (Y/P) throat like it's meant to scare (Y/P). The light burning told (Y/P) it was iron- (Y/P) can't be harmed by silver because (Y/P) wasn't dark.

"Why are you following my brother and I? Huh?" Dean's voice was low and hard. His hold was firm but the person could easily get out, "Answer the question."

"Well, aren't you just fun? Knife play? Kinky, Dean, didn't take you for the type." (Y/P) let (Y/P) head lay against the cold and rigid wall behind (Y/P). Dean pressed the knife harder against (Y/P) neck,

(Y/P) let out a fake moan, but it was in discomfort instead of fake pleasure. It played in Dean's mind but he tried to ignore it.

"Mhm, I guess you are kinky. I'm (Y/F/N), it's nice to meet you." Dean cringed lightly, his eyes snapping around to make sure no one heard, but didn't loosen his grip.

"Answer the question, (Y/N)." Dean's voice never wavered or lost its coldness which made (Y/N) pout. A small trickle of blood ran down (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) hummed gently as (Y/P) wrapped (Y/P) leg around his to pull him closer to (Y/P). He tried to back up but couldn't, so he pressed harder, a strong burning noise filled the still air around them.

"All you're going to do is get me off with that knife, baby," (Y/N) stated as (Y/P) relaxed against the wall, "I thought mortals would be respectful to those who's been helping them and saving their lives. Guess not." Dean's confusion showed in his orbs of colour.

"Mortals...?"

"Ah, figured out that I'm not human? Mm, I thought maybe the moaning and smartass comments about you and knife play would be enough."

"What are you? A demon?"

"Gross, first of all. And second of all, do I look like a demon?" When Dean stared at (Y/P) blankly, (Y/N) let a small laugh pass (Y/P) lips, drawing Dean's attention to them, "How about a game of guessing? I have wings but I'm not an angel. Though I should love nature, I'm more of an inside person. I hate salt and sugar, and have unnatural super strength."

"That sounds almost like the Fairies..."

"Bingo," (Y/N) whispered and smirked as (Y/P) shoved Dean off of (Y/P) quickly when his grip loosened. He stayed against the wall on the other side of the alley and looked at (Y/N) with a different glint in his eyes "The {queen}[king] actually, but they stopped listening to me and went crazy. They almost killed me. Anyway, thanks for ruining my favourite shirt. Really enjoy having my clothes ruined." (Y/N) wiped (Y/P) neck, which only smeared the blood around (Y/P) neck. When (Y/P) looked up, (Y/P) was eye-levelled to a gun.

"Give me a good reason not to blast your head off right now."

"Colt .45? Bobby fixed it with Ruby. She forced Sam to fall her." (Y/N) sighed sadly. Dean's hand shook slightly; (Y/P) genuinely seemed upset, "Oh, to answer your question: you don't need to kill me because I'm a good fairy. I want to help you and Sam. I just want to be free again, instead of hiding."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't but isn't that what the world's made on: risks? You can kill me and have that slim chance of not winning against the fairies. It's your choice, Dean." (Y/N) picked at (Y/P) thumb, "You can believe me or not, I couldn't care less but just promise me you will fix this. Promise you'll set them straight- as their {queen}[king], I just want them happy."

Dean's arm fell as he looked into (Y/N)'s eyes. As much as he hated to say it, he couldn't kill (Y/P). He guessed this is how Sam felt with Ruby.

"Fucking hell, man. After this hunt, you leave me and my brother alone, you got it?" Dean pointed a finger at (Y/P) after he put the gun back into his waistband. (Y/N) smiled wistfully.

"Oh, of course. Y'all are horrible to follow. Y'all got better at covering your tracks, and I'm too old to follow the stray paths." (Y/N) looked away from Dean as (Y/P) smile flattered, "Um, you should get back to your research, you know? Sam can't handle the fairies alone." (Y/N) put (Y/P) hand over (Y/P) mouth as (Y/P) coughed. Dean looked down as he itched the side of his head.

"Yeah... You won't, you know, mind helping us? You probably know more about this than us seeing as you a fairy and the {queen}[king]..."

"Are you sure? You aren't gonna display your kink to the world again?"

"Never mind. I forgot how cocky you were."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, but I'll stick around." (Y/N) giggled as Dean lead the way out of the alley before stopping (Y/P) right as they got to the end. Dean turned around and grabbed (Y/N)'s face. He pulled it so (Y/P) was looking up, and used his jacket sleeve to get rid of the blood, "Thanks."

"Just in case someone sees, you know? Can't have the cops called on me."