Gift from chuck (Dean Winchester x reader )

Chapter 21 The lion, the witch and the prophet

But I can save people for her

Deans pov

"OH CRAP, OH CRAP, OH CRAP!!" I yelled, running down the ally

Bullets did jack shit to that thing except piss it off, and Sam is still rolling around with not y/n

Crap

If Sam had just told us how to kill the thing instead of getting distracted by a pair of legs, I wouldn't be running for my life right now!

This thing is quick, I'm only just ahead of it by a hair, but even still, I can feel the cold coming off its weird floaty body thing.

Will Angel blades even work on this bitch?!

Your POV

You guys decided to play it safe ad took your car instead, just if Dean comes back and can smell your guy's scent on his precious baby's seats.

You grabbed Violets duffle bag and threw it in the trunk and hopped in the driver's seat, and turned towards your passengers. Cass was sitting in the back, hands folded on his lap, and his face turned towards the closed window. Violet was sitting in the passengers' seat, typing away on her computer. You sighed gently and turned back to your steering wheel. Starting the car, you slowly moved it out of the garage.

"so do you plan on giving me any directions, or am I supposed to sniff the air to find this place?" you sarcastically remarked towards Violet.

"oh, um yeah, take the first left, then keep going straight for a couple more miles." She said, scratching the back of her neck nervously "it's a good 3 hour away from us."

Switching on the radio, you drove silently down the dark street. The faint sound of Violet's gentle fingers typing away on the keys and Cass's thumb tapping to the music you weren't entirely listening to. Thoughts seemed to run through your head at a million miles per hour: if you packed enough cash for the motel, if you remembered to pack everything you would need for the hunt or if Sam and Dean were ok?

Shaking your head, you moved your focus back to the road in front of you. Only 2 more hours to go, and you will finally have a distraction.

Deans POV

"SAMMYYYYY!!!" I yelled as I ran up to the dressing room door, banging as loud as I could so that they can properly hear me dying over their lovemaking.

Thank god for giving me the strength to knock like a horny Mormon because somehow Sam heard me, and the door swung open.

"Yeah- yeah, I'm here," Sam said, stumbling in front of me, fiddling with his shirt, trying to hide the lipstick stains. "What do you need?" He ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down.

"Oh, hiya Sammy!" I sarcastically said, pulling my lips into a tight smile. "How kind of you to take a break from your business to answer the door for your poor brother."

"I'm sorry, man, we weren't -" I could have let him give me a lame, sorry ass excuse, but I was not in the mood.

"Jesus, Sammy, have you smelt you?" Rolling my eyes and gesturing to his body. "I know singers are good with their throats, but god, you stick, like two rats fucking in a wool sock stink."

"Alright, alright! I get it," he whispered something to not (Y/N) and closed the door behind him. "What's going on. Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"

I sarcastically smiled at him and bit my cheek. "Not funny" he gave a small chuckle and continued to fix his clothes.

"Where is-"

"Bugsy Malone is dead, Sam", I interjected. "Yeah, while you were in their eating strawberries with Jessica Rabbit, we were out here, you know, doing our jobs?!"

I could see the realisation set in on sams face. His goofy smirk dropped, and his eyes hardened into a glare. "how did he...you know."

"How! how? Hmm, let me think." I mocked a thinking pose as I brought my hand to my chin. "Oh yeah, maybe it was that, you know, GOD we were supposed to be hunting?" throwing my hands up and turning my back to him.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. But I still don't know how to kill this thing," Sam said, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"I think that I can be of some help to you boys" her sultry voice dripped into my ear once again. I turned around to face her as she was tying up the silk strings of her deep maroon robe. Her lacy underwear could be seen through the thin fabric that fell gently on her shoulders.

"What while dressed like you live in the queen's brothel? Unlikely," I scoffed, ripping my gaze away from the sliver of her thigh that peeked out from the material.

"I'm dressed like this because I know my self-worth," I could see the glint in her eyes as her lips fell into a smirk. "something daddy must have not taught you about."

Gently moving her hair over her shoulder, she turned on her heel and headed back inside, letting her hand flow behind us, urging Sammy and me to follow.

We stepped into the room that we had before, glazing to my side to see the bed messed up and pillows tossed to the side. Deciding to ignore...that I focused back to where she was leading us. Letting her hands slide onto the handles of an old dresser, she pulled the doors gently and pushed aside coats and dresses to reveal an inconspicuous door that almost perfectly blended in with its surroundings.

"Are you taking us to Narnia doll?" I sighed, glancing at Sam to see him practically drooling over the chick. "I dibs the snow queen", I huffed, earning a confused look from sam, "what? I like dangerous women."

Giggling slightly, not Y/N turned her head towards me, "if it's dangerous women you want, it's dangerous women you'll get", whipping her head back to the slowly opening door, a sliver of blinding light showed itself.

God I hope that's Aslan.

(OMG thank you guys for so many reads!!! Im so so sooooo sorry I have published in so long, my life is upside down!

thank you so much for taking the time to read this.

also, I'm thinking of starting another one with a marvel character, if you have any suggestions or requests you can message me or comment here.

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