Summary:The Winchesters get a surprise back at the bunker after a run in with a witch
Pairing:Dean x Reader
Warnings:one bad language word,
so much cute and fluff
Dean honestly though the witch was bluffing when she mumbled something about ‘changing his soulmate’.
“There’s no such thing as soul mates,” Dean had retorted bluntly just before he shot a bullet into her chest, watching her lifeless body fall to the ground and the safe thought of her not causing any more deaths in the town overcame any more thoughts about the threat she had made.
Him and Sam packed up pretty soon after burning the body, Dean was eager to get back to the bunker and see Y/N. He knew she’d be mad at him for not letting her on this hunt, but she was still recovering from an injury a wendigo had given her from last time.
Of course, he didn’t realise the witch was true to her promise until they got back to the bunker.
phone vibrating across your nightstand pulled you from a restless sleep. Truth
be told, you hadn’t slept soundly since you’d been back except for the night
you’d fallen asleep in Dean’s arms. You’d been plagued by dreams of all the
hunts you’d been on, the woman you’d killed, the spirits of those little kids,
Magda, and her horrible mother. You reached your hand out into the darkness and
fished around for your phone, finally finding it and pulling it back to your
to wake you, Y/N, but this is important.” Cas answered hastily. “I may have
found a lead on the pieces of your soul.” You sat up, resting your back against
the headboard and pulling your knees up to your chest.
You breathed. “Spill. What’d you find?”
hesitant to tell you over the phone, Y/N, I’m sorry, but someone could be
listening.” Cas explained. “What I can tell you is we may need to talk to your
he’s…he’s dead how are you gonna -“
can make it happen.” Cas cut you off before you could finish. Whatever he found
out wasn’t good news and it was making you nervous. “I’ll be at the bunker
Cas’ phone call you tried in vain to go back to sleep, tossing and turning,
before you finally gave up. You changed your clothes and went to the kitchen,
pouring yourself a tumbler of whiskey and making your way to the library,
sitting in one of the chairs and thinking about what the angel had said.