Supernatural x Male!Reader Season 4!

Sueprnatural x Male!Reader Part 1!

Episode: Season 4 Episode 1

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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Dean had waken up in a dark place. He breathed heavily and flicked his lighter on. He was inside a wooden coffin.

"Help! Help! Help!" He yelled hoarsely. He started pounding on the wood above his head, dirt rained down on his face.

~Field, day~

In the middle of  a grassy field, a simple wooden cross was planted. A hand suddenly burst out of the dirt, followed by another. Dean crawled his way out of the ground, groaning and gasping. He lied on his back, panting. He stood up, looking around in the glaring sun.  Around his crude headstone was a perfect circle of dead trees, laying on the ground as if an unearthly powerful blast had made them fall. He looked to his right and saw another crude headstone.

~A country road, day~

Through the hazy heat, Dean walked down an empty road and approached an abandoned gas station. He pounded on the door.

"Hello?"

He then rolled up his outer shirt over his right hand, breaking the glass on the door. Inside, he grabbed a water bottle from a fridge and started gulping it down. He found a newspaper and sees the date, which read: Thursday, September 18th.

"September." He then went to the bathroom and washed his face in a dingy sink, then looked up and stared at his reflection. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt. Frowning, he stood straight and pulled the shirt up. The marks where the hellhound ripped into his chest were gone. He turned his left shoulder to the mirror and pulled up the sleeve to reveal a large handprint.

Later he pulled snacks and energy bars from shelves, along with several bottles of water and stashed them into a plastic bag. Stopping in front of a magazine stand, he grinned slowly. He picked up a magazine that said "Busty Asian Beauties" and flipped through it. His smile fell as he remembered (M/n). He left him and Sam to fend for themselves.

He went to the counter, setting down the bag, and hit a single button on the register, smiling as the drawer popped open. As he was taking the money, the TV flicked on. He shut it off, only to have a radio turn on with white noise. Not wasting time he went to another shelf and grabbed a carton of salt, opening it and poured it along the windowsill.

"(M/n)? Are you there?" He called out.

A high-pitched single tone began and Dean clutched his left ear in pain as he continued to pour salt with his right. As it continued, he dropped the salt and crouched to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above his head shattered as the sound continued and he dropped on the floor. He tried to run but more glass shattered and the sound stopped.

"So that wasn't (M/n). If it was, that was some scary power."

~Phone Booth~

The Winchester dialed a number, only to hear an alert tone.

"We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected."

He hung up the pay phone and inserts another coin, dialing another number. It rings once, then is picked up.