Season 13 Dean Winchester× Reader (loads of spoilers)
What if Dean Winchester only ever loved one woman and her name was Y/n Y/l/n? What if she died and he promised he would never forgive himself?
What if, in the apocalyptic world, he finds someone...
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Dean walks ahead of Ketch, ducking under the dead branches of trees and plants as he passes under the bridge, the stream beside him flowing quietly. Apocalyptic world was definitely no party- there was hardly anyone there and it gave him an odd feeling. He sighs at the decayed body tied to a tree with barbed wires, the rotting smell invading his lungs. This world wasn't as dark as his nightmares but it was scary enough.
"Well, this is quite the vacation spot, isn't it?" Ketch says and walks up to stand beside Dean as the two of them looked at the expanse of the forest before them, not knowing the way around the world. They didn't know where to go- Dean was hoping they would have seen someone- anyone to ask for help but it was barren.
The Winchester looks sideways at Ketch, already wishing Sam, his brother was here with him. Especially since Ketch was wearing a black tactical suit that made him look like an idiot.
"Yeah, if you had your heart set on Mai Tais, well," Dean pauses, taking a breath, "sorry." He turns to Ketch. He freezes for a second when he sees a few people walking on the bridge.
Behind a few men dressed in camo, there were four people with black woolen cloths pulled over their heads and shackles around their wrists. "Down, down. Get down," Dean whispers and pushes Ketch back, them both hiding behind some dead bushes. He looks back up, noticing that each hostage had a man dressed in camo holding their arm. Finally, they come to a stop in the middle of the bridge and stop, the hostages forming a line in front of who seemed the leader of the men.
