Word count: 2392
Characters: Dean x reader
Warnings: Injury to reader, pining, characters think they can live without each other, chick-flick moments
Summary: The ex-relationship between the reader and Dean is more important than they want to admit.
You glared at yourself in the grubby motel room mirror as you adjusted your tight skirt. You didn’t like having to dress up for cases, because the clothes were just so impractical. You’d split so many skirts running from monsters, and jeans were just comfier. But jeans wouldn’t exactly make people believe that you were an FBI agent, so the skirt was a necessary evil.
After you’d applied a coat of lipstick and tied your hair up, you went out to your car. While you were driving to the scene of the latest disappearance in the town, you went over the facts again in your head. Young men had been disappearing from dates with their girlfriends, and no one had been able to find any trace of them. The reason you’d picked it up was because they had all been in their cars outside the same house- a supposedly haunted ruin on the outskirts of town. According to local legend, a woman had killed her husband there after he cheated on her, then killed herself too. A classic case of haunting if you’d ever heard one. You shouldn’t be here for long.
The latest disappearance had only happened last night. You hoped the girlfriend would have something useful to tell you.