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Dean Winchester- Wanted Dead or Alive

Dean Winchester X reader.

For @waywardrose13 ‘s challenge.

Song: Wanted Dead or Alive

I am sorry if this is awful, this is my first time writing fanfiction.

There is also like one bad word.


It’s all the same, only the names will change 

“Just shut up and knock.” Dean shushes his brothers, protesting.

“Agents Smith and Smith, no relation” Dean introduces, flashing his badge.

“What can I help you with?” She asks.

“Have you seen this woman?” Dean asks holding up your picture.

“Oh that’s Miss Zep from down the street. She moved out about a day or two ago. Sweet girl.” The elderly lady informs.

“Thank you for your time ma’am. If you see her, please call us.” Sam adds, with a small smile, handing her their card.

Another place where the faces are so cold

“Hello, I am Agent Greer and this is Agent Ehart, we need to see the body.” Sam  introduces as the brothers appear at the deputy’s desk.

A young trooper is called over, and given instructions to lead the agents to the morgue.

“Why is the FBI interested in this?” The trooper asks, as he leads us down the cold hallway.

“We just need to make sure everything adds up, then we will be out of your hair before you know it.” Dean assures, as he opens the old metal door. He freezes as he looks at the body.

“That is not (Y/n) Carter” Dean informs, turning to the trooper. An annoyed look on his face.

“With all do respect agent, The only things found on the body were a license and a note.” The trooper explains, his shoulders slumped slightly.

“I need to the see the note.” Dean demands. His mind racing.

“Now.” Dean demands, when he notices the trooper has yet to move.

“Understood, Agent” The young trooper, who Sam learned name is Johnson, rushed to grab the tattered and torn piece of paper.

“We need to go back to the office” Dean hints, the letter crumpling slightly in his hand.”

I drive all night just to get back home

“Dean, slow down.” Sam urges, as Dean rushes down the highway, weaving in and out of traffic.

“We need to get home.” Dean mutters.

“Yeah, in one piece man. We have been driving for fifteen hours, how about you stop to rest?” Sam suggests.

“Not till we find her.” Dean mumbles, casting a small glance toward his younger brother.

“You ever think maybe she doesn’t want to be found.” Sam asks, his voice soft.

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