Supernatural | One-Shots

The Pure-Blood: No One

↬ Date: 12.01.2022.
↬ Prompt: N/A.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Mild cursing; talk about a large gash, blood, and stitching a wound unexperienced; dirty college guys, and house.
↬ Words: 3059.
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"Another one?" Sam said, flipping through the newspaper, "And the same person? Dean-"

"Yeah, yeah; I know." Dean sighed, calling for Castiel, as he lay on the motel room bed. He had this headache that wouldn't go away.

"Hello, Dean. Sam. What do you need? I was very busy with angel work," Castiel said, making Dean roll his eyes.

"We need to find out who this person is. They've been around just one too many of these murders," Sam said, showing Castiel the picture in the newspaper. Castiel looked at the table, spotting the person in almost all of them. He disappeared but was back before either boy could do anything else.

"(Y/F/N). They're twenty-six and they've graduated from Princeton-"

"Princeton?!" Dean exclaimed, making Sam look over at him while he chuckled, "I may have hated school but I can smell smart. Continue, Cas."

"They have a degree in the following-"

"Following?! There's more than one??" Dean exclaimed, making Castiel glare at him.

"Creative Writing and Chemical Engineering. They have no known work but an income; I could not find out how they get their money," Castiel finished finally.

"We-"

"We gotta go talk to them, I know." Dean cut Sam off and groaned, shoving himself up. Sam glared at him for a second before gathering everything up into his bag. They got into Dean's car and started their way to New Jersey. "How are we going to find them?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, texting someone.

"Well, they don't have a job nor do they go to school anymore," Dean exclaimed, passing thirty cents to the guy at the toll booth. This was the fifth one and it's starting to piss him off.

"Huh. Ask Cas if he can find where they live or are staying," Sam said, not even looking up from his phone. Dean glanced at him then at his phone then back to the road, shaking his head.

"We have no indication of where they are staying," Castiel said from the back seat, scaring both brothers. Dean cursed, hitting the wheel. "They had an ex-boyfriend who lives just by the school they both went to."

Dean parked the car and looked up at the house that had a visible fog of stank around it. Dean looked at Sam but even Sam looked disgusted. Sam looked at him and instantly put his fist up. Dean did too. They played rock, paper, and scissors; Dean lost, making him curse. Dean grumbled as he scooped the cat up. He adjusted the collar and climbed out of the car, making Sam chuckle. Dean knocked on the door to the house, looking at the cat. It started purring as it fell asleep.

"-Yo, Chris, get the damn door, bro!" Some guy shouted.

"Fuck no! Remember last time it was my crazy bitch of an ex?! You fucking get it, dickhead," Another guy shouted. Dean was just about to walk away but some dumbass opened the door, startling Dean a little.

"Hey! Sorry if you heard any of that." The guy laughed a little. Dean noticed he didn't look like he belonged in this house. Maybe this is your ex. "Cute kitty. How do you do?"

Dean lost some respect for you.

"Uh, I found this cat wandering the street and I've been trying to find the owner," Dean explained, "The collar says '(Y/N)' but doesn't have an address or number on it."

"(Y/N), huh? I think Kyle dated a (Y/N). Let me go find him; come on in!" The guy said, making his expectation for you drop a lot more since you dated a fucking Kyle. Dean almost declined, but when he noticed the guy looking at Sam, he walked into the house. "Don't mind the mess."