Characters: John, Reader, Dean
Word Count: 1,438
Warnings: blood and gore, the reader going on her first hunt, Dean being a sweetheart, I think that’s it.
Author’s Note: In this, the reader and Dean are 14 years old.10Please respect copyright.PENANAnVkSrboE9r
“Are you ready for this hunt, sweetheart?” Dean asked you, handing you a handgun. All through last year, John and Dean were teaching you how to handle a gun, throwing knives, teaching you all about self-defense. John was preparing you for what was really out there in the world.
He said that once you turned 13, you would officially be a hunter. After a year of long training sessions, you were going on your first hunt. Sammy was with Bobby and you and Dean were with John. You tried to keep this world from Sam for as long as you could but he was a smart kid. He would figure it out eventually.
“As much as I can be.” You said, taking the gun and checking the gun as John taught you.
“Good girl.” John commented, looking at you.
“Thank you.” You bit your lip and looked down, putting the gun in the back of your jeans like John always did.
“Don’t worry. My dad won’t let anything happen to you. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” Dean said, smiling at you. You stared at him and you blushed softly, biting your lip again. You got butterflies at his words. You had a crush on Dean forever; whatever he said shot butterflies straight through you.
“I won’t let anything happen to you too.” You said to him, staring into his bright green eyes.
“Alright, you two, you know what to do? Remember what I told you?” John said, putting a hand on yours and Dean’s shoulder.
“Yes, sir. We go in, pay attention. Don’t shoot unless it flickers.” You said, remembering what John said earlier.
“Dean?” John looked at his son.
“Protect Y/N.” Dean said, looking at you.
“Good. Now stay behind me and keep your eyes open and your ears alert. There is no room for mistakes here.” John said, grabbing his gun that was loaded with rock salt.
“Yes, sir.” You and Dean said. You followed John into the house, gun in your hand and eyes on everything. There was a haunting in the house you were in and some dumbasses decided to spend the night here and one got killed.
That’s when Bobby heard about it from John and John asked you if you wanted to go on your first hunt. You jumped at the chance to help people but now, your nerves took over and you weren’t so sure that you were ready for this.
“Y/N, you’re okay. This is a piece of cake. You’ve trained all the time last year. You got this.” Dean said from behind you. You looked at him and nodded, biting your lip.
“Okay, you two go upstairs and I’ll clear out the bottom. Stick together.” John ordered. You and Dean steered for the stairs, the steps creaking with every step you took. You didn’t know where the spirit was and you wished it would make an appearance already so you could kill it.
“Thanks for being with me.” You said to Dean, checking the rooms upstairs. You assumed John was trying to find the body. You knew he was buried in the house because the man who died here, killed himself and police never found the body.
“Of course.” Dean said, smiling at you. You walked into the last room but the air shifted. It was freezing in this room and you knew that wasn’t good. The door slammed shut before Dean could get in and you screamed, jumping back and holding your gun out in front of you.
“Y/N! Stay calm! I’m going to get you out!” Dean said from the hallway. Your breathing picked up and you looked around the cold and silent room. Nothing happened for what seemed like hours until the closet door creaked open. Your heart pounded in your chest as you pointed your gun at the door.
Suddenly, it slammed shut and you jumped, turning around to face the spirit. He growled and threw you against the wall. You grunted out in pain and slid to the ground, looking at the angry spirit. Your gun flew out of your hand and you scrambled to get it.
You weren’t fast enough and the spirit grabbed you by your throat, pinning you to the wall. He slashed your ribs with something sharp and you screamed out in pain. Well, you tried to. Your voice was strangled at the ghost’s grip on your throat.
You looked down to see long, sharp nails with blood dripping off them. You cried and feared you would die. You didn’t want to die. The pain increased and you let the tears fall. You were helpless.
“Dean!!!!” You screamed out. He was the first person that you thought of. The door busted open and the spirit snarled, dropping you to the floor and turning to the culprit. Dean stood there with his gun and he shot at the spirit, making sure he didn’t shoot you.
The spirit misted away and Dean ran to you. You cried out in pain when he moved you and he cursed, lifting your shirt to see the damage. There were three gashes on your ribs that were oozing blood. Dean took off his light jacket and pressed it to the wound. You cried out at the pressure and looked at Dean.
“I don’t want to die.” You said, your tears slipping inside your mouth as you spoke.
“You’re not going to die. I will protect you. I will take care of you.” Dean said, moving some of your hair out of your face. The spirit came back and your eyes widened in fear.
“Dean, behind you.” You said. Before Dean could turn around, the spirit went up in flames and the room got a lot warmer and the air got lighter. You whimpered in pain and leaned against Dean, wondering where John was.
As much as you loved Dean, you didn’t trust him with a needle yet. Wait, you loved Dean? You looked up to see him with green eyes that were laced with pain.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re going to be okay.” Dean said, lightly brushing his thumb over your cheek. John finally came to the room and he cursed when he saw you. He was careful when he picked you up and handed Dean his keys.
“Go get her started. I’ll be out there in a moment.” John ordered. Dean nodded and did as he asked without argument.
“John, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I screwed up.” You whispered, looking at him.
“No, you did everything right. Don’t apologize. We need to get you back so I can stitch you up.” You nodded and let John carry you out of the house and he placed you in the back of baby where Dean was waiting. He usually sat in the front but you needed him more.
You leaned against Dean’s chest and he held you, his dad getting behind the wheel of his beautiful Impala. Dean soothed your arms, pressing his ruined jacket on your wound so he could stop the bleeding.
“Sorry about your jacket, Dean.” You said, your voice laced with pain. You were started to shake at the blood loss and that didn’t go unnoticed by Dean.
“Forget the jacket. You’re more important, Y/N.” He said, kissing the side of your head. Being in Dean’s arms, having him take care of you made you realize a few things. One, Dean was really warm and comfortable to lay on. Two, the more he talked to you, the more you were focused on him instead of the pain. And three, you never wanted to be anywhere else other than in Dean’s arms.
You realized at that moment that you loved him. He has always been there for you as you to him. You felt like he was your other half. You didn’t have a home at all, due to the fact John always bounced from one motel to the next. But Dean’s arms were home to you.
You were only fourteen years old but you knew that you loved him. You didn’t fully understand the concept of love and this may be just a crush that would go away in a few years. But you had a feeling that you and Dean were meant to be together. Like it was fate you met him that day.
You were old enough to know that when you picture what your future might be like, you always saw Dean with you and you knew that was love.
You were in love with Dean.
And you never wanted that feeling to go away.
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