Gift from chuck (Dean Winchester x reader )

Chapter 2 fatefull encounter

(If there are any question or problems please please PLEASE comment so I can fix it, I'm going to try and make sure all the spelling is correct and what not but if I miss anything tell me, also I do describe her body so if that doesn't fit you ignore it or imagine something else of you want xx)

Your POV:

This body hurt, not really physically you dealt with that, but emotionally. You could feel all her trauma and pain, how much she hated herself and those who hurt the ones she loved, you don't know exactly what happened but you knew she blamed herself enough to not want to look in the mirror anymore, just the sight of herself made her sick to her stomach.

You trudged out of the forest avoiding small holes in the ground and branches that stuck out randomly from trees and made your way to a small glimpse of light at the end of the barley visible path in the dirt.

Now you could see the light of a sign above a building, you got closer when suddenly the ground below you changed from the uneven mud trail to concrete making it easier to walk. You made your way over to what you can now clearly see was a bar. Walking towards a window you decided to make your self less hobo looking and tried to clean your self up.

You were wearing a Led Zeppelin shirt and a black leather jacket over it, you had washed out blue jeans that where now badly ripped due to the fight,  a black and white flannel tied around your waist that also covered your weapon belt which held your gun, demon blade, holy water, salt and an extra knife, you didn't have any jewellery or accessories except some fingerless biker gloves and finally a pair of dark burgundy combat boots.

You looked down at your shirt it had been pretty ripped up during the fight with the demon so most of the bottom was shredded, you knew who Led Zeppelin where, while talking with Abigail she would show you some of her favourite bands and she would mention Led Zeppelin quit a lot. You did really like them though, your favourite song was four sticks because that's the first one Abigail ever showed you, and it was the one that you would tend to want to listen to over and over.

Trying to clean yourself up you decided to cut of the bottom half of the shirt, though there was still a hole just above your heart you didn't really care. You couldn't really do much about the jeans so you left them as they were.

You looked up at your face through the reflective mirror and saw there was dirt smeared on your cheeks, you tried rubbing off as much as possible using the leather sleeve of your jacket. You didn't have any makeup on, Abigail never saw it necessary as she would rather wake up and kill whatever monster she was hunting then worry about how she looked. Your hair was as good as it was gonna be, you managed to pull out all the leaves and sticks but it was still quit messy.

Sighing at your self again you decided to walk into the bar, you where instantly greeted with the suffocating smell of alcohol, leather, gasoline and sweat. Cringing your nose slightly at the stench you continued walking till you reached the bar, you could feel people staring at you and you knew why, Abigail was extremely attractive for a human it was another thing she was blessed with along with smarts and strength, she kept her body In top shape, and it was vary alluring. She wasn't too skinny and she definitely had shape to her, her curves where what you would call a perfect hourglass and everything she wore seemed to compliment her nicely.

She didn't like to show off though, she kept herself in shape for her work not to be drooled over, she couldn't really care less about seduction unless she needed it for a job or was bored. You admired her for that, some one that was so obviously gorgeous didn't care about it, as long as people were safe.

Sitting down at the bar you start to get uncomfortable with all these eyes on you. You eye the bartender getting his attention as he makes his way over to you.

"What can I get ya" he says leaning against the bar so  he can hear you over the loud rock playing behind you.

"Bourbon neat" you say remembering what Abigail used to order.

"good choice" he winks before making it and handing it to me. "So that your motorbike out there ?" He says jerking his head to the direction of the window a few seats down from us.

"What?" I question not quit getting this reference.

"I saw you an hour ago ride in on it and then run into that there forest, it's yours right?" Raising one eyebrow he looks into your Y/E/C eyes.

He must have seen Abigail you thought as you directed you attention to the bike parked outside. Abigail rode a Norton Commando 850 1974 black, she loved that bike, she had a car too a 1967 Ford Thunderbird four door hardtop, she treated her two vehicles like her children and she taught you everything you know about them, honestly her love for them made you love them too. She used her bike for smaller jobs, ones that didn't require to much space for weapons so she could get around easier, she must've thought it would be a quick one huh.

"Yeah th-thats mine" lowering your gaze to the glass field with the golden liquid "beautiful ain't she?" You say looking back up at the bartender.

He looked back at you and smiled "honestly not to into that stuff but I can always appreciate good design" he tapped the bar as he walked away to serve someone else.

You finished you drink and walked towards the pool table at the end of the bar. You spent so much time watching and talking to Abigail you picked up on everything she knew including the fact that hunters can get by "hustling" people for cash at pool.

"Um hey do you think one of you guys could show me how to play" you asked timidly, you knew how to play pool fairly decently, not as good as Abigail but you could hold your own.

"Y-yeah yeah sure" one of the men said as he turned to look at you .

After half an hour of the guy teaching you some things you knew and some you didn't you decided it's time to test your luck

"Ok how about we put cash into this round" you say as you gently place down twenty.

"Your grave" one of the men from the group earning a chuckle from a few people around him.

You all started playing when you heard the door to the bar open, out of curiosity you looked over to see who just walked in.

Castiel?