Few weeks pass and you find yourself in a motel near Kansas City. You wish you had some case but you can't find anything for a while now and it annoys you. You switch on TV, wanting to kill some time, but your phone starts ringing.
"Yeah?" You say as you answer the call.
"Hey, (y/n). How are you?" Sam says on the other side.
"I'm fine, you?" You smile into the phone. You're glad he called.
"Okay, I was wondering if you could help us with a case?" Sam asks, chuckling lightly.
"Oh, well I'm free right now, so why not. What's the case about?" You sit up, suddenly feeling a lot better.
"We found a huge werewolf nest and we can't do this one alone." He replies.
"Damn, that sounds really good. Where are you?" You grin. You haven't killed anything in a while, this will be fun.
Sam gives you the address and you are happy to hear that it's only a few hours away. You promise you will get there no later than tomorrow. You start whistling as you pack your things.
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When you arrive at the motel, you notice Dean's car in the parking lot, which still looks amazing. You sigh as you remember your last conversation with Dean. Fortunately there's Sam, who seems to always have your back.
You hesitantly knock on the door, bracing yourself for what's about to come. Imagine your surprise, when a complete stranger opens the door.
"Oh...hey, I'm sorry I guess I got the room number wrong." You stutter.
"No problem." The man nods, but when he notices your gun behind your waistband, he raises his eyebrow.
"Aren't you (y/n)?" He questions as he leans on the doorframe. His muscles flex and you catch yourself staring at them. He's quite handsome. He has deep blue eyes and blonde hair, which seems to be soft.
"Yeah....you are?" You nod, still a bit confused.
"Stan, I'm a friend of the Winchesters. Sam told me that you're coming. I was nearby so I offered help." He shrugs as if it was a no big deal to go on a killing spree with the Winchesters. You realize that the brothers probably have many contacts around the states. How many hunters have they called before they had to call you? Were you their last choice?
You shake your head, not wanting to kill the mood with your paranoid thoughts.
"So could you lead me to the right room?" You smile at him.
"That won't be hard, they are right next to me." He chuckles as he points to the door right next to his room. You redden a bit, but quickly walk past him so you don't make any further embarrassment.
As you knock on the second door, you still feel Stan's gaze on your profile. There's no answer, so you bang more loudly, frowning. Afterwards you hear a loud thump and groaning.
"Who the fuck are you that you dare to wake me up?!!" Man shouts in to your face as soon as he opens the door. You are so in shock that you only stutter an apology. The man yells at you a few more insults before he slams the door shut. You stare a few more seconds on the closed door, processing what's just happened.
"You asshole!" You scream at Stan, who starts laughing once you realize what he's done.
"I'm sorry, man. You shouldn't trust a stranger though." He keeps laughing and his laugh is kind of infectious. Soon enough you hear yourself laughing as well.
After you two calm yourself down, Stan leads you to the Winchesters. You make him knock on the door just to make sure that it's not another prank.
As Dean opens the door, your mood immediately drops. There's his mean look again, staring right into your face.
"Man, chill," Stan laughs and lightly pushes you inside the room. You stumble and grasp the door frame for support. You grit your teeth when you straighten yourself. You throw a murderous look at Stan, which makes him laugh. Dean steps back to make space for you and mumbles something which sounds like "Hey". The hunter follows you into the room.
When you see Sam, you lighten up. You can always rely on Sam. He jumps from the chair and hugs you tightly.
"Good to see you." He smiles when he pulls away from you. You greet him with the same words and return him a wide smile.
You talk a bit to Sam about the past weeks, asking what they've done, which he wants to know about you as well. Stan joins in the conversation sometimes, throwing jokes which makes you giggle. Dean just sits on his bed and polishes his gun with a frown.
"So get this," Sam says after you exhaust all conversation topics and starts explaining the case. You try to listen carefully and bend down to have a better look on Sam's notebook screen. You knit your eyebrows as you study the video that Sam is showing you. Suddenly someone places his hand on your little back, making you freeze. What the hell?
You quickly glance behind your shoulder to see Stan standing behind you, looking at you with a grin. You roll your eyes and ignore his touches as you try to look at the notebook's screen again. You catch Dean's eyes and when you do, you raise your eyebrow at him, because he's looking at you very weirdly. He inhales sharply like he wants to say something but then he changes his mind and just shakes his head.
When Sam's done with explaining and telling everything they know, you all agree on setting off tomorrow evening. Stan invites you to a bar, because you have a free night, but you kindly turn down his offer. You are too tired and not in the mood anyway.
You say goodnights to the men and go to the reception to book a room. You really look forward to sleeping in a warm bed. But your hopes are destroyed as soon as you say your wish out loud.
"Sorry, miss, but there's not a single room free," the woman behind the desk says apologetically.
"Are you sure?" You plead and try to look into the visitors' book.
"Yes, I'm sorry," she replies as she shakes her head. Damn.
With a sigh you return to your car. You will have to sleep in your car tonight and not even being able to take a warm shower! You climb into the backseat with an old quilt you found in the trunk. Once you get your body in a comfortable position, you close your eyes. You are almost asleep when a knock on your window yanks you out of your dreams.
You definitely wouldn't expect him to stand outside staring at you with a question look.
"What do you think you are doing?" He asks once you open the door of your car.
"Sleeping?" You reply, not sure what's happening.
"In here? Get your ass into our room before I'll drag you there myself," he demands and there's a very visible threat in his green orbs, so you don't protest.
You quickly grab your stuff afraid of what Dean might do to you. He's watching you as you gather your bag like there's a risk you would run away. You throw only some necessities into one of your bags like toothbrush, towel, and pyjamas, and follow Dean inside their room.
You take a quick shower, thanking Dean and Sam in your mind. When you get out of the bathroom in your pyjamas, prepared to sleep on the couch, you freeze. Dean's already sleeping on the couch, snoring quietly. You glance at his empty bed and frown. Why is he suddenly so nice to me?
....
You gasp, not being able to breathe for a few seconds. Your heart beats super fast and it even feels like it will jump out of your chest any second. You jump out of the bed, rushing to the bathroom, where you wash your face with cold water. As you stare in the mirror, looking into your own eyes, your heartbeat starts slowing down.
As you bend down to the sink and try to drink some cold water straight from the tap, quiet footsteps are heard from the room. You quickly turn the water off and pray that the person will just go back to bed. The door of the bathroom starts slowly opening, which makes you mutter some curses under your breath.
Dean peeks inside and when he sees your state, he frowns. You sigh, because you don't want to deal with this right now. You sit on the bathroom floor and try to ignore the fact that you've had another nightmare.
"You OK?" He whispers softly.
"Yeah," you reply and close your eyes, wishing he went away. Instead Dean joins you on the floor with a thump.
"You wanna tell me what this is about?" He continues to annoy you.
"No," you answer sharply.
"Look, (y/n). I'm just trying to be nice here. Sammy's been telling me that I should give you a second chance and he's been repeating it so many times that I promised him that I'll try just to shut him up." Dean sighs. This surprises you so much that you open your eyes quickly and turn to face him. Dean runs a hand over his face.
"And it looks like that I can't get rid of you no matter how hard I try, because you keep appearing in my life," he adds as he looks at you, expecting some reaction to his words.
"I'm sorry how I left before," you mumble as you turn your gaze to the wall opposite to you. You can see from the corner of your eye that Dean just nods.
"So are we good?" You ask when silence spreads among the two of you.
"Only if you tell me why you're here looking like crap."
"I've just had a nightmare, it's no big deal. It doesn't happen that often, so there's no need to worry." You roll your eyes, still looking at the wall.
"Okay. Let's go back to bed and if it happens again, wake me up," he demands, getting up. He waits until you are back in your bed before he lies on the couch.
As you listen to the Winchesters breathing, you convince yourself that nobody can hurt you when they are here with you, and slowly drift off to sleep.
A/N so there's a new chapter!:) thoughts?:)