Supernatural Oneshots

Catcalling>> Dean

Prompt: Dean helps you out when some guy starts catcalling you.

Y/n's POV:

You walked down the sidewalk mace in hand. You also were using your phone as a flashlight. You hurry your way down the street trying not to make your presence noticed.

"Hey, sweetheart! Nice ass!" Some guy yells. You blow him off and continue walking. "What?! I'm giving you a compliment!" He persisted.

He started walking across the street towards you. You pick up the pace trying to lose the creep. You grip your mace tighter. You see him out of the corner of your eye.

"Oh, God not tonight, please." You quietly beg as tears dance on your waterline. You hear his footsteps near you and your try to pick up your pace.

You turn the corner and you see a man in the brown leather jacket. He's tall and muscular with short, dirty, blond hair. You make your way towards him and envelop him in a hug.

"There's a man following me, please help." You whimper quietly. Your hand is visibly shaking and you wait for his reaction. He hugs you back and gives you a fake smile. He turns the other way and wraps an arm around your waist.

"Okay, I'm gonna take you somewhere safe. I promise I'm not gonna hurt you. My brother Sammy and I are visiting right now. We're staying in a motel. I'm gonna bring you the okay?" He says softly. You nod and move closer to him.

"Talk about something else please. I'm scared." You say quietly.

"Uhh, Sammy. My brother Sammy is a frickin giant." He laughs. "I'm not kidding he's even taller than me." You chuckle. You approach a motel.

"Is this it?" You ask. He nods. "Which car is yours?" You ask.

"That one right there." He says pointing to the black car. "1967 Chevy Impala, she's a beauty." He smiles.

"It's amazing." You smile. He takes you into the motel and you reach room 8. You open the door to reveal a tall shaggy-haired man. He wasn't kidding when he said his brother was a giant.

"Hey De- what the hell?" He asks as he sees you.

"Hi." You say softly giving him a small wave. You give you a tiny wave back.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm Sam." He says walking towards you extending a hand. You gently shake it.

"I'm y/n." You smile.

"That's a beautiful name." The man that helped you says. His face flushed as if he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Uh, I'm Dean." He says letting his arm fall from your waist. You suddenly feel cold at the loss of contact.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?" Sam asks.

"Oh! Uhh, there was a man following and catcalling me. I went up to Dean and asked him to help me." You say.

"That son of a bitch." You hear Dean mutter. You stifle a chuckle.

"You can stay here tonight if you would like." Sam offers. "I can go get another room for us." He says.

"Oh no, I can't do that to you," I say.

"No please, honestly it's okay," Dean says placing a hand on your shoulder. You nod. Sam smiles and leaves to go get another room.

"You could stay in here if you want, I feel bad for kicking you out of your own room." You say.

"Oh, yeah sure, I'll take the other bed." He says. You nod.

"Uhh, hey, I'm sorry, I don't have any clothes to change into." You say awkwardly.

"Oh yeah! Sorry, my bad." He says. "Here." He hands you a large t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts that go to mid-calf for you. They're probably Sam's.

"Thank you again, Dean. It means a lot." You say smiling.

"No problem y/n." He winks.