Supernatural Encounters (X Reader Oneshots)

Overseer

Prompt: you're pretty sure you have a stalker.

(Y/N) hated work.

Don't take it the wrong way; she was anything but lazy. Hell, she was the best at her job. When it came to being a bartender, no one could make a drink better. Screwdriver, grasshopper, Bloody Mary—name a drink, and you'd better believe it'll be the best one you've ever had.

So what exactly was the problem? Well, there were two.

Bitches, dickheads, perverts. They were one. Sure, some nice folks appeared occasionally, but those nice folks usually started to show their true colors after a few drinks.

The other reason she hated work was the fact that she had to walk to the bar.

And starting about a month ago, she noticed she was being watched.

It was always the same clothes, the same posture, the same stance, the same man just... staring. Not once did he ever actually try to interact with her. No, he just stood there across the street and examined her with the same squint as if the sun was always in his eyes.

Once, she had mustered enough courage to finally confront him and ask him what the hell was he doing, but a few seconds after she had met his gaze, a car passed by, and he had vanished. He didn't walk away, didn't run off, he just... disappeared. Gone. Like he was never there. She had to convince herself that her mind had been playing tricks on her, but when it happened a few more times, she had begun to believe she was paranoid.

She blinked owlishly when fingers snapped in front of her, yanking her back to reality. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"(Y/N)? You alright?" her boss asked with his brows knitted in concern.

She nodded and faked a smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Sorry."

"You sure? You've been kind of out of it lately."

"I'm okay. Really."

He frowned and patted her on the back calmly. "Why don't you head home early for the night? Get some sleep."

Her eyes widened. "You sure?"

"Yep. Go ahead. I've owned this place for twenty years. I can run it solo just fine."

The (h/c/n) gave a small grin. "Thank you."

"No problem, (Y/N)." He patted her on the back and gave her a nudge, watching her as she strode out the door.

She could see him in the corner of her eye. He was standing there across the way, staring at her. She had half a mind to glare at him but chose against it. Something in her gut told her she didn't need to.

(Y/N) huffed as she headed for the shortcut to her house, hovering her hand over her pocket like she always did—she always carried a switchblade, just in case.

Sure enough, someone grabbed her from behind.

"Well, what have we here?" a low voice slurred.

(Y/N) took a deep breath. Don't panic. You can handle this. "Please let go," she said calmly.

A chuckle. "Why would I let go of such a nice catch?"

She reached for her switchblade slowly, still talking. "I need to get home."

"I'm sure you have nothing important waiting for you." A hand gripped her wrist. "Whatcha got there?"

The (h/c/n) mentally cursed as the stranger reached into her pocket and examined her item of defense. She heard a click! and felt something cold and sharp against her cheek.

"You were gonna hurt me?" the creep murmured in her ear, making her wince in disgust. "How rude."

She did the first thing she could think of and kicked him in the shin before running for it. It didn't take long for him to catch up, however, and yank her back. She struggled as he spun her around and knocked her down, pinning her to the ground. Her breath hitched when she felt the blade against her neck.

"I don't wanna hurt you," he grinned. "So do me a favor and just sit still, okay?"

Fear was coursing through her veins. Her mind was in a panic. She struggled to keep it hidden from him, not wanting to provoke him further. "Get off of me."

He smirked. "Nah."

This had never happened before. Why wasn't she freaking out? Why wasn't she calling out for help? How was she staying under control?

Why was she getting slight déjà vu?

She heard footsteps and could do nothing as the stranger looked up and glared upon seeing who had approached.

"You heard her," a gravelly, calm voice said.

The man smirked lividly. "Make me."

The second-to-last thing she expected to happen next was for a hand to press to his forehead.

The very last thing she expected was for the man to cry out in pain as his eyes and mouth began to burn a bright orange before he collapsed next to her, his sockets singed to black.

(Y/N) scrambled to her feet in shock, horrified with what she'd witnessed. She struggled to find words, looking up at the one who had "saved" her. Her eyes widened. "You."

The man in the trench coat nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Hello, (Y/N)."

She took a step back. "How... how do you know my name?" Her voice was still steady, hiding the panic in her being. "Who the hell are you? What did you do to him? Why have you been following me?"

His expression told her that he wanted to explain, but he said nothing. Instead, he began to approach her.

She backed away. "What are you doing? What do you want from me?" Her back hit the wall of the alleyway. "Stay away from me." She reached for her blade only to realize that it was on the ground. Her eyes widened in fear, but she raised her chin to feign courage. "I said leave me alone."

The strange man simply raised his hand and placed two fingers to her forehead, watching her eyes roll back and catching her before she fell. He transported the two of them to her home and lay her on the sofa, just as he'd done time and time again. He rose to his feet, staring down at her peaceful face as she slept.

He swore he would not let this human die. He'd seen souls this magnificent in the occasional generation, all dying young and in the worst possible ways. He hated that he could do nothing about their fates. He could stand by no longer.

He would protect her until he no longer could. He would watch over her until the end of time if he had to.

Her soul was in his hands now, and he would guard it for eternity.

Castiel is amazing and needs more love.

That is all.