Stalk (part three)
Title: Stalk (part three)
Ship: Dean x Reader
Warnings: mentions of murder, mentions of rape
Word Count: 1,752
The trio stayed up late after Sam and Dean returned to do research. Every bit of (Y/N)’s story was used to attempt to figure out what was happening between her and Toby. From what the girl explained, it was as if Toby was a vengeful spirit, only attacking her in the night and in her home. But there was no way that could be possible since the boy was very, very alive. Although, he almost wasn’t once Dean got done with him. But the questioned was stuck in their minds: How was he doing it or was it really him? It was already debunked that Toby wasn’t a shape shifter. It’s not too often that you hear about a shape shifter disappearing right in front of your eyes.
Sam and (Y/N) were sat in her childhood bedroom, away from Bobby’s prying eyes. As much help the elder would be, Bobby wouldn’t care to do any research on the thing and immediately charge into battle – all because it was attacking his not-so-little-girl. They all agreed it would be safer to just keep it from Bobby until it was over. Sam sat in (Y/N)’s old desk, lap top in front of him and keys clacking as he searched for the answer. Meanwhile, (Y/N) was on her bed looking through the Winchester’s father’s notebook. Dean doubted they would find anything in the notebook but it didn’t hurt to look. Laying on her stomach, the girl flipped through the pages, trying to find anything that sounded familiar to her.
Looking up from his laptop, Sam got a weird feeling of déjà vu. The last time they were both in her bedroom was when they were children. Sam and Dean’s father dropped the boys off at Bobby’s house whenever he went on hunts that were far too dangerous for children to be involved. Dean was two years older than (Y/N), while in return, (Y/N) was two years older than Sam. The small age differences didn’t stop the three of them from having mini adventures all around the salvage yard. From pretending to go on road trips in decaying cars to making their own club house in an alcove of stacked cars with a tarp covering it (without Bobby’s approval, of course) to searching for random treasures in the trunks and glove boxes of the old cars, the kids had no limit to what they could do around the yard. But on those particular days when it was storming, the kids usually sat up in (Y/N)’s room, reading, playing with board games or card games, or just talking.
The times that it was just Sam and (Y/N), they usually just read. Bobby and (Y/N) had more books than Sam could ever imagine. When Dean wasn’t there to judge him, Sam didn’t mind reading all day in (Y/N)’s room – and (Y/N) definitely didn’t mind having someone to discuss her favorite books with. Although they weren’t children anymore and reading fiction novels, it still made Sam’s usual stressed heart slow down and take a minute. “You find anything?” (Y/N)’s question halted Sam’s trance, making him shake his head and smile at the girl. “No, I was just thinking.”
“About what?” She held up her head with her hands. Sam hesitated before speaking, fearing making the atmosphere awkward with the mention of their past. “Remember when we were kids and we used to sit… in these exact same spots, actually, and just read all day?” (Y/N) smiled and closed her eyes. “Those were the good ol’ days. Weren’t they, Sammy?” She adjusted her position on the bed, turning on her back and sitting up and sitting cross legged. “It was fun growing up here – safe, even. It was like we were protected from all the monsters in the world. Is that why you came home, (Y/N)? Because you feel like home is where you’re safe.”
“I hardly call this place home anymore, but it’s a start to the reason. I miss this place mostly because I don’t have to worry about anything when I’m here, but it’s still just as dangerous as any other place in the world and we all seem to forget that.” (Y/N) sighed, picking up the journal and flipping through the pages before speaking again, “I thought when I left for college when I was younger that I was going out into the scary and dangerous world on my own but I seemed to forget that this house – this town – is a part of that world, too. Dad just knew how to kill the fuckers that bothered us.”
Sam was taken aback by her words, but she wasn’t done yet. “Nowhere is safe. You make as many devil or angel traps as you want, you can line all your windows and doors with salt, you can lock the doors and latch the windows but one way or another, something is always going to get in and you will be killed. It’s inevitable.” The door creaked open, Dean stood there with three beers in his hands as he stepped inside and handed the two a beer. “Woah, Downer Daisy, sounds like you need this.” A small laugh escaped the three of them as Dean sat down next to (Y/N). “It’s the truth.” Sam frowned as he popped open the beer and took a sip.
“Yeah, but we try to ignore that tiny detail in the hunting life.” Dean attempted to make them laugh again but nothing rewarded him. The three were silent for what seemed like a few minutes before Sam cleared his throat to get their attention, “I think I found something but you’re not going to like this.” (Y/N) turned her head towards him and smiled at the discovery, “Shoot.”
“Ask yourself this: How can Toby be a spirit but be alive at the same time?” Sam’s eyes flickered between the two, who were growing closer and closer by the second. Dean shifted in his spot on the bed, bumping his hip against (Y/N)’s. “I have no idea, Sam, what?” Dean egged Sam on with a sarcastic tone. “Well, look no further.” The youngest Winchester chuckled as he opened up a tab on his laptop, “Astral projection.”
“Astral what?” (Y/N) asked, leaning back on the bed with her arms, trying to remember where she heard the term from before. “Astral projection is where your spirit leaves your body while you sleep. Toby isn’t necessarily doing it, but his soul is. The only way we can fix this is if we kill Toby and burn his body to prevent further spiritual activity.”
“Wait, you guys aren’t actually going to kill him, are you?” She sat up immediately, looking between the brothers. They didn’t say anything, just gave the girl a sympathetic look. “You can’t be serious. This is murder we’re talking about!”
“Would you rather be raped by a ghost, (Y/N)?” Dean’s words reached out and slapped her in the face, making tears threaten to break from her eyes. (Y/N) was silent as she stood up from her bed, turning to Dean who now just realized what he was saying. “Fuck you.” With that, she turned and left the room, making her way to the study.
All night long, (Y/N) studied Astral projection on her father’s computer, attempting to find ways on how to prevent it. Of course, it’s up to the person who is doing it to prevent it. If she confronted Toby on what his spirit was doing, he would thing she’s crazy. They didn’t exactly have a good reputation with each other and it would probably only lead to further problems if she did it by herself. In the middle of her research and crying to herself, a knock sounded on the study door, causing her to jump in her seat and turn towards the door. “What do you want?” She asked as she grabbed a tissue and blew her nose.
“(Y/N), can I come in?” It was Dean. Of course, it’s Dean. After what he said, she was expecting him to be at the door sooner than this. He wasn’t one to say something and not apologize after hurting her feelings. It was the same way when they were younger. Dean was somewhat of a bully towards (Y/N) even though they got along most of the time. It must be something with being the eldest. He was nice at first when they met, but as the years started rolling along and they got older, Dean started becoming more and more bossy and things always had to go his way. When they would fight, Dean would say things he didn’t mean just to win. This wasn’t any different from those times so, naturally, he came to apologize.
“Depends,” she stood up from her chair and walked towards the door, “Are you going to be a jerk?” Just as the oldest Winchester rested his head on the door, (Y/N) opened it up, welcoming him in. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that…”
“Dean, I was scared half to death when that thing crawled into bed with me. I was scared when it was on top of me and I just want it to stop. But, I don’t want some kid to die over it. He can’t control what’s happening to him and he doesn’t deserve to die.” (Y/N) rounded the desk and sat back in her original spot, allowing Dean to close the door and take a seat in the char across the desk. “That’s your problem, (Y/N),” He chuckled and shook his head, “You have too much sympathy in your heart. Why aren’t you like your dad?”
“Because I see the world differently from my dad, as you can probably tell.” (Y/N) smiled and turned back to the computer. “Did you find anything while you and Sam were alone?” She asked, skimming the website she was reading before Dean knocked at the door. “Nothing that doesn’t involve us. We can’t really do anything about it to stop him.” (Y/N) nodded as the description on the website matches up to Dean’s explanation. “So what do we do?” she crossed her arms and turned towards Dean. The man sighed, lowering his gaze away from her eyes. “We just have to do it, unless you want to live in the safe room for the rest of your life.” (Y/N) thought for a moment just to humor herself but shook her head. “It smells weird in there.” She laughed, “But when do we do it?”
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