ITS WEDNESDAY! OK I’m in chem rn, and I was wondering
if u could write one where reader gets called down to the office in
the middle of school to go on a hunt with TFW, and reader defeats
said monster with a chem text book? (They r actually heavy)
how I loathe chemistry. Since I’ve gotten this request, I’ve sat
through 90% of chem lessons thinking ‘damn, if only Sam and Dean
would whisk me away from this hellhole’. Anyway, I hope you like it,
“So,” Your teacher drones on, and on, and on, “If you want to
find the Empirical Ratio, you have to…”
You’re almost asleep. The classroom is majorly overheated by the
sultry summer and lack of open windows, and there is nothing as
boring as your chemistry teacher, who never seems to shut up. The
blinds are down, leaving the room half-dark, and you absentmindedly
watch as dust particles float through a pillar of light, left by the
crack of golden light at the side of the window.
After a few minutes, there’s a sharp knock on the door, and the
headteacher enters. This silences your chemistry teacher, and the
whole class sighs with relief at this brief reprieve.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” He looks out over the class, his eyes landing on
you, “You’re wanted in the office. Bring your bags and equipment.”
You nod obediently, shoving your work back in your bag and haul it
onto your shoulder. You grab the textbook that lies open on your
desk, and shoot a smile at your friend.
“See you later.” She mouths, and you nod.
She doesn’t know much about your extra-curricular activities – she
knows that you’re part of a family business that you can’t say much
about, but that’s all. You follow the teacher out of the classroom
and down the corridor. He pauses outside the office, regarding you
You’ve only been at the school for a month, and he’s somewhat
suspicious that a new pupil would have such important visitors so
“Y/N, these visitors are here to see you, because they need your
help. I’m sure you must already know this, but you must be entirely
honest with them. Do you understand?”
“Good. Go on in.”
You adjust the book, which lies in the crook of your arm. It’s heavy
and uncomfortable, like carrying three bricks at once. You use your
other hand to let yourself into the room, only to see Sam and Dean
sat on the awkwardly close-to-the-floor chairs, wearing their FBI
“Miss Y/L/N,” Dean stands up, coming forward to shake your hand,
“Thank you for meeting with us.”
You’re both all too aware that the headteacher (whose last name is
either Smith or Foster, you don’t remember) has his ear pressed to
the closed door, getting all of the information he can.
“Anything to get out of chemistry.” You smile. Both Sam and Dean
chuckle, and Sam stands up too.
“I’m Agent Jones, this is my partner, Agent Scott. We’re here
concerning the disappearances in town lately.” Sam offers, looking
warily at the door, “We hate to pull out out of your lessons, but
it’s imperative that you come with us.”
“Of course. Whatever you need.” You nod, and Dean opens the door.
Mr Smith/Foster nearly falls through, and he stares up at Dean in
“We’re going to have to take Y/N with us,” He says clearly, “You
can expect her back tomorrow, provided everything goes to plan.”
The man nods silently, and you follow the guys out of the school and
into the parking lot.
“Indiana Jones? Really?” You say under your breath, raising an
eyebrow at Sam. He shrugs, grinning.
“It was Dean’s idea.”
They bicker on for a while, as per usual, and by the time you’re
getting into the car, the topic of conversation turns to the case.
“We have our witch,” Sam explains as you shove the huge textbook
on the seat beside you, “She’s holed up down the local woods, in an
abandoned hunting lodge.”
“Ironic.” You offer, watching as you pull away from the school
and out onto the road, “Thanks for rescuing me there. If I’d been
there one more minute, I was gonna stab him just for something to
“Chemistry is important.” Sam says, trying to keep a straight
face. You scoff.
“No. Knowing what’s gonna kill me if I eat it is important. Knowing
how not to blow myself up is important. Knowing how to figure out the
ratio of carbon to hydrogen in some sort of exotic,
lab-creation-exclusive chemical is not important.”
“Amen.” Dean grins at you from the rear-view, and you laugh. So
does Sam, who nods agreeably.
Before long, you reach the witch’s lair. In order to get close
enough, you drive a little way along the dirt track that leads into
the woods and stop there. The three of you climb out of the car and
the guys make for the trunk when it happens.
A tree right by your side bursts into flames and you throw yourself
out of the way, crouching by the car. Sam and Dean, who’re stood by
the back of the car but have yet to open up the trunk, cry out.
“I’m okay!” You call, sidling back towards them, “I’m fine.”
They fling the trunk open while you scout out the surroundings. Apart
from the burning tree, of which the flames are quickly dying, there’s
nothing of note. That is, until the witch comes barreling out of the
woods, cloaked in smoke.
You barely have time to cry out a warning to the brothers before
she’s upon them, sending them flying to the ground. They don’t have
time to get back up again before she’s flinging them like ragdolls
against the huge trunks of a pair of ancient oaks and pinning them
there. She stands before them, with her chest heaving and a wild
anger burning in her eyes.
Although she has them at her disposal, she hasn’t seemed to catch
sight of you. You’ve crouched yourself behind the Impala as you watch
the witch launch into a rant about how they’ve killed all of her
sisters and now, they dare to come for her, too? It’s a very generic
monster-y speech and although you’ve only been hunting for little
over a year, you can pretty much recite it from memory.
You know you have to act. You know you can. It’s not that
you’re scared – rather, you’re at a loss as to how to. All of the
guns are in the trunk and you have little to no hope of getting in
and out without her seeing you. You have to find something else…
Your first idea is a sharp branch, but there are none strong, sharp,
and long enough that you can reach. Then it hits you, that you should
You slowly, quietly, bring your hand to the car door. When her
yelling seems to reach a crescendo, you open the door as quietly as
you can. You reach into the back seat and pull out the chemistry
It’s big and it’s heavy. The corners are sharp enough and if you get
the angle right and put enough force behind it…
Smashing her skull in seems rather unorthodox – but, you remind
yourself, there is very little orthodoxy in the life you lead. You
slowly, gently, straighten yourself and move across the clearing as
quietly as you can. She doesn’t see you, and you make it to about a
foot away before she turns and-
It’s too late. The books comes down on her head with a sickening
crunch and she crumples to the ground at your feet. You step back in
disgust before looking over to Sam and Dean, who seem to have been
released. They run towards you, making sure that the witch is dead
before checking you over for injuries.
“You’re good.” Dean grins proudly, “Nice thinking there, kid.”
Sam nods in agreement, “Sneaky. I like the way you think.”
You laugh, “Thanks. The book’s a little ruined, though.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’re out of here after dinner.”
“You mean I don’t have to do chemistry there anymore?” You grin,
straightening up at the prospect. Dean nods.
“Yes!” You celebrate, “Leave the damn book, and let’s get out