Fear (Dean Winchester X Reader)

A Brand New Life

Feeling light shining behind your closed eyes, you struggle to open them. Glancing around you realize you are in a crummy motel room, with the sun shining brightly through green and brown plaid curtains. What were you doing in a motel room? The last thing you remembered, was burying your parents and your sister. They had died from a car crash, you think, but all your thoughts felt fuzzy and new. Sitting up you look around the hotel room. There is a duffle bag on the table, along with a purse. The rest of the room is empty. Deciding to take a shower, you walk into the bathroom, and remove your overly big t-shirt and underwear. Wondering where the t-shirt came from, it had it's own unique scent, a mixture of leather, musk, and gunpowder. It smelled familiar, but you couldn't place why. Looking at your self in the mirror, you notice some scars that weren't there before, a long thin one running from your belly button around the side, and three small lines on your arm. 

Thinking maybe you had gone to a bar last night, and gotten way too wasted, you climb into the shower, and relax under the warm jet of water.

10 minutes later, you step out, and gather a large white towel around you. Hearing a phone ring, you quickly walk over to your purse, and pull it out. Answering you hear a male voice at  the other end, "Hello, Y/N? I just wanted to remind you about your job interview today at 1:00. Will you still be able to make it?"

Saying sure to get the man off the phone, you sit back down on the bed and try to remember exactly what had happened recently. Your family had died, and you had left your hometown to start fresh. Maybe that's why you were here. Staying in a hotel until you had a steady enough job to support living in an apartment. Deciding to get ready for the interview, you gather the best clothes possible out of your bag, and change. Even if this life didn't feel real, you knew it was, and maybe a new job would help.

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1 Year Later

"Hey Y/N, can you take these shots to that bachelor party over there? Tammy can't keep up with them." Chris the bartender asked, passing you a tray loaded down with shots.

"Sure thing, then I think it's time for my break," you reply, winking at Chris. You've worked with him for a year now, and he's the closest thing you have to a friend. 

"You wish. It's my break time now." Chris says, leaving out the back door.

Walking over to the group of guys, you place the shots on the table, and start to take the empty glasses off the table.

"Hey pretty girl, those can wait, why don't you stay and play with us," The guy closest to you says, grabbing your hand. He was cute in a preppy sort of way, but was not your style. 

"That's alright, you guys have fun without me." You reply, trying to work your hand free. However his grip tightened, and he pulled you closer, taking his other hand and placing it on the bare skin between your shirt and jeans. "Don't be a tease, come here. Isn't that part of your job." 

"No it's not, now let me go, or else Chris will get your ass thrown out," You say, twisting your arm trying to get lose, instead you feel tears come to your eyes, as your arm starts to hurt.

"You heard her, let the lady go." A new voice says. The voice sounds familiar, but you can't place it. Looking back, you look straight into a pair of gorgeous green eyes. Standing next to the green eyed god, was a taller man, with shaggy brown locks, and hazel eyes. Both men looked tough, but also looked spooked, like they had seen a ghost.

"Whatcha gonna do about it," Says the man holding you. He yanks you again, and you fall against him, groaning as your knee hits the metal bar around his barstool.

"This." The green eyed man says, punching the guy in the nose, hard enough that you heard a snap. Blood started gushing everywhere, and the man lets go of you,  grabbing a napkin from the table.

Taking you by the arm, the green eyed man pushed you towards the taller one, "Take her Sammy, I need to teach this jerk a lesson." 

The man called Sammy puts his hand on your shoulder and walks you towards the back of the bar. You walk into the employees lounge, and sit down.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Sammy asks, crouching down to look into your face.

"I'm fine, that guy was just being a jerk. But how do you know my name?" you reply, perplexed.

"Your name tag," he says smiling, "Now I'm going to make sure my brothers alright. Stay here."

You watch him walk out the door, then decide to follow him. They were protecting your "honor" anyways, why shouldn't you be out there. You weren't a damsel in distress, but you were glad you didn't have to deal with that jerk on your own. They weren't in the bar anymore, so you walked out to the front door to find all the guys of the bachelor party against the two brothers. It didn't look like a fair fight, however you had a funny feeling that Sammy and his brother could hold their own.

Within minutes the fight was over. Sammy and his brother had taken out all of the guys, knocking them unconscious. They turned to head back into the bar, surprised to see you standing at the front, watching.

"Are you okay? Why didn't you stay inside?" The green eyed one asked. He seemed familiar, but you knew you wouldn't have forgotten a face like that.

"I'm fine. Thank you for coming to my rescue. But I don't even know your name?" You say, sticking your hand out to shake his.

Looking down at your hand, he shook it, and you jumped when you felt the energy run between the two of you. "Dean, my name's Dean."

"Well, Dean, can I buy you a beer? And your brother Sammy. It's the least I could do." You say, holding the door open for them.

"It's Sam, actually, he just likes to annoy me and call me Sammy. And sure about that beer." Sam says, giving his brother a look before walking through the door.

Walking behind the bar, you grab three beer bottles and bring them over, taking one for yourself before handing the guys theirs.

"So what are you guys doing here? We usually don't have a lot of new people coming through." 

Sam looked at his brother again before replying, "Just traveling through. Had a job a town over." 

Dean didn't say much, instead he sat and gazed at you, making you feel a little self conscious.

"You okay buddy? You act like you've seen a ghost or something." You ask him, blushing under his gaze.

"Sorry, you just remind me of someone I lost a year ago." 

Feeling sorry for him, you lean over and brush your lips across his cheek. "I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Thanks for the rescue today. Goodnight boys." You say, before going to the back, and grabbing your purse. You really liked the boys, especially Dean, but you didn't feel ready to get back in the dating game. You hadn't dated in a year, but something was holding you back from starting again.

Seeing the boys had left as you made your way up front, you wave bye to Chris, and walk out to your bike.  You had arrived at the hotel a year ago, with only one bag, no car or anything else. Instead of buying a car, you enjoyed the freedom a bike gave you, and you only lived about a mile from the bar.

Pedaling down the dark street, you feel as if someone is following you. Turning your head you see nothing, and laugh at yourself for your foolishness. Arriving at your apartment, you lock the door, and change into your favorite pajamas, the big t-shirt that still smelled faintly of leather, and a pair of shorts. Deciding to relax, you sit on the couch and turn the tv on to (your favorite show). Within minutes, you were asleep.

Hours pass, and you wake up, stiff from sleeping sitting up. Stretching you walk to your bedroom, when you notice that your window is open. Walking over to close it, you feel a hand close around your mouth, and one wrap around your waist.

"Let's finish what we started at the bar, sugar. Ain't no freaking Winchester's to save you now." The voice said before everything went dark.