Supernatural One Shots

One Day

"I'm friggin' bushed." Dean sighs, slamming the door of the Impala with a heavy thunk.

You grumble in agreement, slinging your battered duffel bag over your shoulder. It'd been a long few days, and right now, all you want to do is wash the blood and grime off you, watch reality TV and sleep for a very long time.

"First shower's mine." Sam says, waving a hand.

"Not a friggin' chance, Sammy." You tell him. "I'm the one covered in blood, shit, and claret, no thanks to you."

He laughs as Dean unlocks the door to the motel room, gently pushing it open. It looked better in the daylight, you think to yourself as you drop your bag on the bed you'd chosen. Small, but you'd stayed in smaller. Shabby, but you'd stayed in shabbier. Cheap, but you'd stayed in cheaper.

Dean screaming snapped you out of your train of thought.

You spun, following Dean's gaze, eventually landing on the shadow in the corner. The figure dimly silhouetted by the harsh neon light labelling the Halfway Motel, informing passers by of its vacant rooms. The figure of a person. Of a man.

You reach for your gun as Sam reaches for the light.

"Hello, boys." His voice was deep, gruff. Oddly familiar.

"Dad?" They chorus. The half smile tugging at the corner of his lips is met by confusion, an uncomfortable silence settling over the rooms.

"Johnny Winchester." You almost laugh with relief, walking across the room to embrace your old friend.

"My little Y/N." He chuckles, holding out his arms. "My boy still looking after you?"

"You know me." You reply. "Always fine in the end."

He gently tugs a lock of your hair, pulling it straight before allowing the curl to spring back into place. You perch back on the end of your bed, anxiously glancing between the brothers.

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You'd met Dean and John on a hunt nearly two years ago. Mistaking them for vampires who'd strayed out the nest you were staking out, you'd accidentally hit John with a dart. The commotion had alerted the nest and the three of you had ended up tied together with no real idea of how you were going to get out. But hey, what's a little kidnapping between friends?

After John's disappearance, you'd continued searching for him whilst Dean found Sam, eventually being collected by the brothers whilst you were in the same state. To begin with, you were slightly jealous of the younger Winchester, feeling a little as if you'd been elbowed out the way. With his brother back, you wondered if Dean would have a place for you.

Eventually, your feelings towards Sam grew a little deeper. It'd taken you some time to take notice of the twinge of jealousy when girls in bars flirted with him, to notice that somehow, your gaze always snapped back to him. Plus, you knew his heart would always belong with Jess.

Sure, you'd tease him on occasion. Sure, your banter would turn flirty more often than not. Sure, sometimes you'd find yourselves in a tight space, in close proximity, and you knew he was thinking about kissing you. Maybe, just maybe, he would take the leap one day.

But you'd never be her.

And maybe you could learn to live with that.

One day.

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"What are you doing here, Dad?" Dean broke the silence.