The reader makes a surprising choice during a vampire hunt.
Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader
A/N: The idea for this story came to me from episode 8 of “Stranger Things”. Don’t hate me. sorry.
Sam and Dean were both morning people. They could go to bed at 4am after a night of drinking and get up at 7 and be walking, talking, functioning people. Not me. I needed at least 2 cups of heavily sugared coffee poured down my throat before I could even speak.
“Morning sweetheart.” Dean said, placing cup #1 in front of me. “Nice bedhead.”
“Bite me.” I responded before grabbing the donut out of Dean’s hand and washing it down with several swigs of the scalding coffee.
“How do you stand bunking with Princess Bedhead here Sammy? She’s always such a delight in the morning.” Dean asked.
“I don’t mind at all.” Sam replied, shrugging.
I concentrated on my coffee. I used to alternate who I would share with, but I lied and told Dean he moved around too much and it kept me awake. The truth is I just want to sleep with Sam. I’d prefer in the biblical sense, but since Sam only sees me as a friend and fellow hunter I’ll take what I can get. Sam doesn’t have a clue how I feel about him. There’s no point in telling him when I know he doesn’t feel the same.
“So I got a text from Garth. He has a job for us. A vamp causing trouble. It’s on our way home. He’s emailing me some info.” Sam said.
I smiled at the mention of Garth’s name. Sam and Dean could only take him in small doses, but I thought he was adorable. Watching the guys get all weirded out when Garth hugged them always made my day, especially Dean.
Summary: Dean x Reader where they each have clocks that count down to when they meet their soul mates.
(A/N): Hey guys! Sorry about the slight delay, I had some stuff come up and that was a whole sha-bang. But anyways, here it is! Hope you like it!
‘Stupid clock’, you thought as you approached the victims parents house.
'Why did everyone have to get these things installed? It’s so dumb. I don’t have a soul mate. This clock will never start.’ You knocked on the door hard, stepped back and waited until it was opened.
The city of Portland, Oregon rumbled with noise in the distance. Five people were killed in
the past week. All went to the same bar, went home with someone and never came back.
Squeaking was audible from the rubber on wood as the door swung open in front of you.
“Hello Mrs. Thompson, I’m Agent Barton, FBI,” you quickly flashed your badge “and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about your son Matthew.” She stared for a minute then nodded.
“Yes, yes of course. Please come in.” You entered her home and the scent of citrus flooded your nostrils.
“Please, have a seat.” Mrs. Thompson pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat across from you.
“Was your son acting strangely before he disappeared?” You pulled out a small note pad from your pocket, preparing to write down any useful information.
“No, not that I remember. He was fine, same old Matthew.”
“Okay, and did you feel like something may be wrong with him? Maybe he was trying to run or hide from something?”
“Again, he was just the same as he was six months ago. Happy and extatic about everything.” The woman’s eyes started to tear up. That’s when you knew you had to leave.
You stood up and muttered a “Thank you for your time” sort-of thing then let yourself out.
Your red 1971 Chevelle SS was parked outside the house, glistening because of the light rain. The car door squeaked as you opened it, and you drove to the motel. There your partner, Garth, would be waiting for you.
The sky quickly became darker as it started to rain harder. You covered up the clock before exiting the car.
'Can’t have the wires getting wet.“ You thought as you ran out in rain, opening the motel door and slamming it closed.
"Hey, how’d it go?” Garth looked up from his computer, the light from the screen illuminating his face.
“She said that he was just fine. The same as always.” You muttered as you took off the blazer and high heels.
“What are you thinkin’ this is?” He looked up at you, prepared with his answer.
“To me it looks like a vampire nest. These people go to the bar, leave with someone from the nest and they’re never seen again.” Your head slightly nodded in agreement as your mouth opened to yawn.
“If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hit the hay. You should too.” The bed was in contact with your body as you fell backwards.
“I’ll do some more research, then I’ll go to bed.” With your face smothered against the pillow you mumbled an 'okay’ before falling asleep.
The next morning you were woken up by someone shaking your body.
“(Y/N), come on we have our chance to gank the son-of-a-bitch tonight.” Garth kept on shaking you.
“Five more minutes,” you mumbled.
“(Y/N) it’s one in the afternoon.” You shot out of the bed, eyes locking onto the clock on the nightstand.
“Why the hell didn’t you wake me up?!” A pillow was thrown at Garth. As your arm was thrown up in the air he spotted something out of the corner of his eye.
He grabbed the arm that had the clock on it. Garth’s eyes lit up. You scanned his face as he looked at your arm.
“What? What is it?” He gave your arm back and you looked upon the clock. It read twelve hours.
Your body was in shock. It froze up and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of the clock, watching as each number started to decrease.
“T-this isn’t possible. H-how” eyes glancing up you saw Garth with the biggest smile on his face.
After staring at each other for about five minutes, he walked off a yelled something along the lines of “get ready for the hunt”.
The rest of the day was a drag. Garth told you that the vamps were in an abandoned warehouse two miles outside of town. He would go to the bar as a target and you would follow as he would leave the bar with someone. After that, well, both of you know how it goes.
For the next seven hours, all you did was stare at the clock on your arm, counting down. The numbers went by fast as time went on. It felt like you had only been staring at it for a minute, but Garth was shaking you back to reality.
“Go time,” he said as he grabbed his jacket and waited by the door. You arose onto your feet and walked over to him. The ignition to the car soon started as you two were off.
Garth headed into the bar, glancing back at you as he opened the front door. Some hours later he walked out with a chick under his arms.
They quickly got into a nearby car and drove off. You quickly followed them as they sped down the road. With the warehouse in sight, you pulled over and popped the trunk; grabbing what was needed and leaving.
Grunts were heard in the distance and you broke out in a sprint. Garth was up against on of the walls of the warehouse, surrounded by five vampires. One heard you and turned to face you. He pounced as he approached quickly. You chopped off his head in one clean slice, the other vamps looking back at you. They all gave you the time to throw Garth a machete. You both worked fast getting rid of the monsters.
Sitting on the ground, tired and beat, you let out a sigh. Garth slightly chuckled at you, then suddenly two tall men broke through the door in front of you. Getting up quickly, you put yourself in a defensive position.
You locked eyes with the one with the strong jaw line and bright green eyes. The clock on your arm lit up as it went off, and so did his. Garth looked at the boys, not even noticing the clocks.
“Sam? Dean? That you?” The green eyed one broke eye contact with you and looked at Garth.
“Garth?” All three broke into smiles and a bunch of man hugs. You continued to stare at your proclaimed soul mate. He eventually looked back at you, Garth noticing and taking it upon himself to introduce everyone.
“Boys, this is (Y/N), one of the best hunters I know. (Y/N), these are the Winchester’s. Sam,” he gestured to the tall one,“ and Dean,” then to the green eyed one.
Sam smiled at you and gave a small nod. You didn’t know what to say. You’ve heard of the Winchester’s, the brothers who saved the world multiple times; but one of them was your soul mate? Not possible.
Garth lightly nudged you towards them and grunted. Irritated, you turned to him and tried to point at your clock without the brothers noticing. His eyes went wide. Dean caught on and stared intently as you both communicated silently.
“Everything okay guys?” Sam still hadn’t caught on. Garth looked down at his hands, then up at Sam.
“Can I see your arm?” Sam’s brow furrowed, but he obeyed. As Garth checked Sam’s arm, Dean stuck his out arm and pulled his long sleeves back so that the clock was visible.
“She’s my soul mate Garth.” He sounded scared as the words left his mouth. All eyes were on Dean, two sets surprised, one anxious.
Dean laughed lightly, then continued to speak.
“Never thought I would have a soul mate, especially a hot one,” your cheeks burned up,“ but, uh, I think that you should come with me and Sammy. Garth trusts you, you’re a well known hunter and you’re my supposed soul mate. No harm in getting to know you. I know it’s a bit forward, but how else am I gonna get to know you.” Your eyes scanned him, Garth scanned you, Sam scanned Dean and Dean scanned you.
'It is a little bit too forward, ’ you thought, “but he did have a point. Garth trusts 'em, they’re well known and we are soul mates. No harm done, well, unless something wrong happens on a hunt. But that’s not the point.’ You nodded your head.
"I’ll go with you, I see no harm in it. If that’s alright with you Garth?” He nodded his head almost furiously.
“For God’s sake (Y/N), most hunters don’t have a soul mate. You have yours now. If your looking for my consent, you have it.” He punched your shoulder softly. You laughed, then looked at Dean.
“I do have one condition though.” Both brothers raised an eyebrow.
“Name your price,” Dean said a little too quickly.
“If I go with you, I will get to bring my car with me. I don’t care if I go in your car every once in a while, but on occasion I get to drive my car.” Dean immediately sealed the deal.
Sam looked between you both, he could already see why you were soul mates. Even though he only met you minutes ago, he knew you were the one for his brother. His true lover.