((I want it known that apparently part of my type is people who have huge egos, smart ass mouths, and are their own hype man because I’m rereading the Bartimeaus Trilogy books, and I have fully considered rping as Bartimeaus.
Together we’ll slay out demons (Dean Winchester x reader)
Title: Together we’ll slay out demons
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
Warnings: Mentions of death parents/siblings and abusive boyfriend.
Summary: This was a request, but I changed it a little bit. Basically Dean finding your diary and reading it, only to find out that your past is a bit darker than he’d expected. Fluff at the end.
“Alright, I call it a night.”
Your head shot up at the words of the oldest
Winchester which suddenly broke the silence that had surrounded you for the
last hour. It was past midnight, and the two of you were doing research for a
new case. Sadly enough, it was harder than usual to find out what monster had
caused the cruel murders that had happened a few days ago and even after four
hours of research, you had nothing.
You heard Dean closing his book with a loud thud and
heard him yawn, before he stretched out his arms above his head to get rid of
his sour muscles. You wanted to refuse, to tell him that you had to keep
searching in order to save those people, but instead of words a huge yawn
escaped your mouth, breaking of the excuse you wanted to use:
“But Dean, we have to figure out wha…”
Dean let out a soft laugh as his eyes found yours from
the other side of the table. He couldn’t help but admire your small form as you
yawned from the exhaustion that was taking over your body.
“I’m sorry princess, but I couldn’t hear you over the
sound of your yawn. Want to try again?”
You shot the oldest Winchester a sour look as you too
stood up, trying your best to keep your eyes open. No matter what anyone said,
research was exhausting and to be honest you were longing to crawl into your
bed and get some shut-eye.
“Never mind. You’re right, if I’d close my eyes
I’d fall asleep right here and right
now. I’m going to bed, night.”
“Sweet dreams,” Dean responded in a teasing but
tired voice, before he watched you as you walked towards the hallway. You gave
a small wave as a response, before you yawned again and started to make your
way towards the bathroom to get ready for some sleep. Dean chuckled silently as
your figure disappeared into the shadows, after which he walked back towards
the table to pick up the books you had used. One by one, he picked up the books
about old lore and monsters and put them back into the cupboard. He came across
books about demons, wendigo’s and even vampires, but as he already knew the
monster they were hunting was neither of them.
After a small minute, Dean had only one book left to
put back. The sounds of you getting ready to sleep in the bathroom had already
quieted down which told him you were sleeping, or almost at least. Dean
withheld a yawn as he picked up the next book, wanting to put it back into the
Dean looked surprised at the light book that he was
holding in his hand. It was smaller than all of the other books, and bounded
into a weathered, brown leather. It had been laying under one of the bigger
lore books, and Dean hadn’t thought anything of it, until the moment he’d taken
it in his hands. The book was surprisingly light, and he wondered what it could
be, especially since it had been laying at your side of the table.
“Oh well,” Dean shrugged, not really thinking any
special of it. Nevertheless, he couldn’t shrug off the curious feeling which
had been nagging at him since he’d laid eyes on the mysterious book, and soon
he found himself being drawn to it.
eternally bored, dishonest, great at manipulating, emotionless.
one think of when they hear these words? A pathological liar? A narcissist or
maybe a sociopath.
Well yes. Psychopaths have these
characteristics, but so does the world we live in.
the strong to the point where the rest vanishes without achieving anything. It
looks for something new, something challenging and something more destructive
saw a lot, thus likes to be surprised. It lies, talking about a better, honest
future, for us to feel the burden and still plays the victim.
So why does
everyone tell us to be honest from the moment we are born and to the time we
are buried under several layers?
that exists is the fact that people lie.
In various ways.
And art is
only a form of it. It shows the people the way they really are by manipulating
the world we look at. We look, but don’t see.
by Pablo Picassos’ words, art is a lie that tells the truth.
was broken since the beginning.” He said, not separating his eyes from the
screen “Why should we be the ones to stay true.”
doesn’t answer my question.” I replied.
sitting on the desk, eyes glued on the computer in front of him, his fingers
typing something quickly. I sat beside him and put the papers he wanted next to
the empty plates that they used a night before.
why you started doing this. Not why you are doing it now. I am not accusing you
of doing something wrong.”
It was a
week after our last encounter. They were very polite, considering the
situation, only calling me when the sun went down and I was back from one of my
many jobs. I was mostly used as a bell boy, bringing this and that, and never
spent more than a few minutes with them, until tonight.
believe me if I told you it was for money?” he asked, smiling slightly.
past two weeks, he was the only one to talk to me other than Hoseok, the two
being the ones who called when they needed something. They were short calls,
starting without an introduction. Others never seemed to stay indoors, as
whenever I visited, they would be gone.
someone like you, money can only be an outcome, not the reason.” I answered
“Why you guys need it to the point you dragged me into this is beyond my
upset for a moment just before my name left his lips with a sigh, sounding
angry was one of the last things I wanted to do. Unlike others, he was
unpredictable, and I didn’t know his boundaries. Passing it could result in a
lot of things, and none of them seemed friendly.
that didn’t fly, even though it could, was a dangerous one.
and waited for the moment he could catch an opening.
I started, trying to change the topic “if you sold half of the stuff you have
here, you wouldn’t be broke anymore.”
sheepishly as he met my eyes, finally stopping writing and turned his gaze
towards the furniture that rested on the eerie black floor.
wouldn’t let us.” He replied “This is all we have, and what we call home.”
When I was
little, I had a small tree house. You could only fit two people in it and it
was at the backyard of the four story building we used to live in. It consisted
of a metal piece that was used as the roof; wooden floor that looked like it
could break any moment and cloth walls that were ruined whenever it rained.
Still it was my secret world.
I thought their place was something similar. A hiding place, a safe house or
even an office…
occurred to me that it was their house.
voice shouted from upstairs, cutting the silence between us.
busted open a few seconds later, revealing the rest of the group. They looked
panicked and angry, other than Taehyung, who looked oddly high.
she doing here?” Jin asked when his eyes immediately landed on me.
“I needed a
helping hand.” He answered simply.
aware of the date?” Hoseok said, holding the bridge of his nose and closing his
settled on one of the couches with Jungkook, who was biting his nails
“I saw them
leave their place a few minutes ago.” Namjoon explained as he brought out a box
from the bookcase “They will be here any second.”
leaned towards me and whispered “Remember when you asked me why we needed
money?” he said “You are about to get your answer.”
pounded on the gate upstairs after a few minutes that felt like a decade. Jin
went to answer it, after telling me to keep my mouth shut.
A group of
people came down, making a huge noise and shaking the house, as they followed a
middle aged man. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt. His eyes were
so close to each other to the point they looked like they were on the top of
He saw me
and looked up and down, trying to understand the new member. His attention was
short lived however, as he turned to look at the youngest and smirked.
boys.” He said with a husky voice “Is the package ready?”
stepped between the man and Jungkook, and emptied the box on the coffee table.
thousand.” He replied showing the money “Just like you said.”
nodded, satisfied but bored, and turned his head towards the person standing
next to him. “Jinyoung get the bag and follow us.” He said before turning around
and leaving the room with the rest of his men.
my gaze lingered on the man who now stood alone in the middle of the room,
looking directly at me. I was paying attention to no one but the middle aged
man that I didn’t even realize him at first.
But as he
stood in front of me, and as I held my breath for a second as the realization
hit like a thunder and resurfaced memories that I tried so hard to hide.
think you could get any lower.” He said “You are working with a bunch of underdogs
taller, more muscular and was dressed in a suit that looked brand new and a
black shirt that he left the first two buttons open. His face was the same,
soft features and boyish looks, aside from the scar under his right eye.
working for a cyclops gangster.”
heard Taehyung snorting at the back, but I was too distracted to even comment
words.” He replied, hurrying of to take the money. He gave one last dirty look
before disappearing on the stairs.
curious eyes turned to me, looking startled.
know each other?” Jimin asked, looking confused.
whether to tell them the answer or not. But I was tired, and after I witnessed
what they tried so hard to hide, that they were weak against those men, I felt
like sharing my secret as well.
when I accidently admitted I was behind the bars before?” I replied finally
standing up and facing them.
Once I had a tree house. It had a metal roof
and wooden floor. But it was enough because I shared it with someone I cared
about. A best friend and a partner in crime…
“He was the
one to put me there.”
So a lot of you wanted me to use a member of Got7 as the second character so here you go…
Please know that English is not my first language so if you see a mistake you can message me privately.
I would LOVE to hear feedback from you guys!
The story is mine. Do not copy without my permission.