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(1.7) Hook Man: Part two
“Learning about the Hookman”
Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader
Warning(s): Violence, angst, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff
Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of supernatural deaths that appear to be morally driven. During the case, Y/N finds herself remembering her grief over the death of her parents.
Word count: 2555
Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist
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Everything you ever went up against during your time with the brothers, you knew about. And you knew exactly how to get rid of them, too. But this- what the younger Winchester was telling you, you didn’t know about. You didn’t even know if it was real. The way Lori had described her experience made it seem like she was talking about the Hook Man, something that has been an urban legend for years. You didn’t know if you believed that this legend was actually true. Then again, you’ve seen a lot of things over the last few years that you never knew existed.
You remained silent as you and Sam followed behind the older Winchester as you all walked down the aisle of books about all kinds of folklore in the library. You knew that you couldn’t really say anything, because you knew this ghost could actually be real. Dean, on the other hand, wasn’t much of a believer. “So you believe her?” He asked his little brother, who made the confession that did. “Yeah, I think she’s-” You’ve been so quiet, it seemed that your boyfriend forgot that you were even around the two of them at the moment. That was, until he turned to look back at his brother and took notice of the look you were giving him. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he was about to say when he cut himself off so abruptly and looked forward, muttering, “Nevermind.”
As much as you wanted to deny that Dean wouldn’t hit another girl, you knew what he was about to say. Or maybe you didn’t, and you were just overthinking too much. You’ve been doing it more often, trying to focus on his behavior with other girls around ever since you heard what the shifter told you. If you were being honest with yourself, though, you were trying to get a good enough reason to break up with him before you could get hurt.
"Look, guys, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this." Sam had spoken up before things got too tense, and he stopped in his tracks when Dean turned to a right and went down an aisle. "She heard scratching on the roof and found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car."
Dean stopped and looked at his brother. "Bloody body suspended? That sounds like-"
“Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” Sam finished his brother’s sentence, the disbelief in his voice was clear.
"That's one of the most famous urban legends.” Dean said, not believing what he was hearing himself. “You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man."
"Every urban legend has a source,” You spoke up for the first time since getting here, glancing over at the older Winchester for a moment. “A place where it all began."
"What about the scratches and the tire punchers and the invisible killer?" Dean questioned.
"Maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all." You said, coming up with a possible theory. "What if it's some kind of spirit?"
~~~
All three of you had grabbed a table after talking to a librarian about their public records. You watched as she headed over with a large box and smiled at the three of you, placing it down on the table. "Here you go." She said as she pushed it over to you. "Arrest records going back to 1851." She turned around and grabbed another box, your smile faltered at how much material you were going to have to sort through.
You coughed when Dean blew off some of the dust that had collected on top of the box. He looked up at the librarian and smiled. "Thanks." He said. She smiled once more before walking back to her desk, leaving the three of you alone. "This is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean remarked to Sam, blowing off more dust before opening the lid.
"Welcome to higher education." Sam said, opening up his lid and beginning to sort through the papers.
Time slowly slipped by for the three of you as you indulge yourselves in the papers. Sam stood at a row of books and Dean went through a couple of files. Meanwhile, you were trying your hardest to keep your eyes open so that this job could go by faster. If there was one thing you didn’t miss about college- it was the constant studying, and all of the reading your professors had you do. You shouldn’t have stayed there, you almost regretted it with the knowledge of what your life is like now.
Your eyes had fluttered shut for a few moments, but they were quick to open back up again when Dean threw a file to the table and sighed to himself, startling you in the process.
"Hey, check this out." Sam spoke up after what seemed like an hour of silence between all of you. Both you and Dean got up from your seats to see what he had found. "1862- A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. He was so angry over the red-light district in town that one night he killed thirteen prostitutes." Sam pointed to another piece of paper that he had found, reading the information. "Some of the deceased were found in their beds, sheets soaked with blood, other suspended upside down from limbs of trees as a warning against the sins of the flesh. "
Dean pulled out another piece of paper that was tucked underneath another one. Your eyes landed on what was a drawing of a prosthetic arm. "Get this- the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook."
Sam leaned down, scoffing at the location. He looked up at the two of you and nodded down. "Look where all this happened."
Dean looked down. "Nine mile road."
"Same place where the frat boy was killed." Sam said.
You looked down at the paper and glanced up at Sam with a smile. "Nice job, Dr. Venkman. Let's check it out." Sam scoffed, hiding a smile as he closed the case files and packed them up.
~~~
It was night by the time the three of you pulled up to Nine Mile Road, which was as creepy as it sounded. You stepped outside of the car and walked over towards the trunk as Dean opened it up, looking around before giving Sam a shotgun.
"Here you go." Dean said, still leaning down to grab something.
"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good." Sam commented, lifting up the gun so he could inspect it a bit further.
"Yeah, rock salt." Dean stood up straight and gave Sam a few bullets so he could load them into the gun.
You crossed your arms over your chest. "Hmm. Salt being a spirit deterrent. Smart."
Dean grabbed some rope and handed you a flashlight, "Yeah." He closed the trunk and began walking "It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down."
Sam cocked the gun back and began to follow behind his brother. "That's pretty good. You and Dad think of this?"
"I told you, you don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius." Dean remarked, you scoffed and followed behind the boys. Suddenly you heard the sound of branches breaking. Sam brought the gun up and began to look around the place. "Over there, over there." Dean whispered, subtly pointing across the spot where all of you were standing.
You stepped behind Sam, finding yourself clutching onto the back of his jacket in fear from what might be lurking around in the trees. It was all silent for a few moments, and the younger Winchester still stood with his finger on the trigger as he waited for what you thought was the Hook Man to come out. But it wasn't what you expected when you saw another gun and someone shouting orders.
"Put the gun down! Now!" An officer shouted, walking further into the opening. You jumped as you raised your hands and slowly dropped to your knees. "Hands behind your head!"
"Wait, wait, wait! Okay, okay." Dean panicked, dropping the rope to the ground and doing what he was told along with you and Sam.
"Get down on your knees! Come on, do it! On your knees." The officer commanded. All three of you knelt down on the ground with your hands above your head. "Get down on your bellies. Come on, do it."
You sighed to yourself as you laid down on the ground as you were told. "He had the gun." Dean muttered, quickly giving a dirty look at his brother.
~~~
You stepped outside of the police station into the morning daylight, a glare was spread across Sam's face as you followed behind Dean, who was in a good mood for being able to get us all out of there. Of course, it didn't happen without making Sam look like a fool.
"I saved your ass." The older Winchester reminded Sam again as the brothers both caught up to walk with you down the street. "I talked the sheriff down into a fine, dude. I'm Matlock."
"But, how?" Sam questioned.
"Told him you were a dumb ass pledge and that we were hazing you." Dean explained.
"But, what about the shotgun?" Sam asked, raising his brow.
"I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt." Dean said in a sarcastic tone. "You know, typical Hell Week prank."
"And he believed you?" Your voice was lined with shock.
"Well, he looks like a dumb-ass pledge, doesn't he?" Dean asked in a sarcastic tone. Knowing he was talking about Sam, you rolled your eyes. You didn’t have a sibling, but you were glad about it. Now with knowing how much they pick on each other.
When the three of you got up to the Impala, you wrapped your fingers around the door handle to the backseat. But before you could even get the chance to open it, you glanced behind you to see several police officers rushing out of the building to jump into their cop cars and turned on their sirens. Seconds later they were gone. You all looked at one another with curiosity, before getting yourselves into the Impala.
~~~
You all followed the police to a sorority home. You looked out your window to see a handful of officers walking around the place to see if they could find the suspect that seemed to have murdered one of the girls living inside of the home. And a few of them stepped inside to attend to the body.. As you observed the place, your eyes landed on Lori, who was sitting in the back of the ambulance. When she caught sight of the three of you, Dean continued driving to make it seem like you were just passing through the neighborhood, but slowing down to see what the commotion was about.
Little did she know, the Impala was pulling behind the house a couple minutes later.
Dean cut the engine after he parked next to the sidewalk, right behind a fire hydrant. You stepped out of the car and did your best to be quiet as you shut the door. You and Sam stood watch while Dean headed up to the small hill that the house stood on. You watched from the corner of your eye as he approached closer, you turned around and followed behind.
You squeezed behind a line of bushes and past a garage, sneaking into the back of the line behind Dean and Sam. "Why would the Hookman have come here?" Sam whispered. "This is a long way from nine mile road."
"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's about something else." Dean theorized.
Your eyes landed on two girls dressed in pajamas that stepped outside to see what was going on. You all jumped back to the house and tried to keep quiet from anyone seeing you. Curiously, you looked up to see a window above you and you tapped Sam on the shoulder, pointing up. He nodded his head, getting what you were thinking.
You climbed up to the top with the help of the younger Winchester, looking down at the crowd below when you saw Sam and Dean make it to the top of the balcony. Sam walked over to the window and quietly opened it, before slipping himself inside. Dean looked around before following his little brother, but he had a bit more trouble.
"Try and be quiet, will you?" Sam hissed.
"Me be quiet? You be quiet." Dean argued.
You rolled your eyes and sighed to yourself, before slipping yourself inside the window and managing to get in there without making much noise. You quietly closed the window behind you and walked up to the boys. Looking through the crack in the closet, You saw an officer walk around the bedroom before heading out into the hall. Sam pushed the door open, letting it creak before hiding once more just in case the officer heard the noise, but he didn't.
You stepped out into the bedroom and looked around to see that there was a bed that was taped off. The covers were soaked in blood as yellow markings were put on certain places. But your eyes trailed up to the wall that was right across from the bed to see something was carved into it as blood oozed from it.
"'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' That's right out of the legend." Sam said, reading what was sketched on the wall.
"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man, all right." Dean said. "It's definitely a spirit." He said, tapping his nose. You sniffed the air a few times, before your nose scrunched up.
"I've never smelt ozone this strong before." Sam commented, glancing around the bedroom.
As Dean headed over to the window to see the commotion going down below, you glanced down to see a symbol was carved right below the writing. "Hey, come here." You said to Dean after you tapped Sam on the shoulder as you pointed to the drawing. "Does that look familiar to you?" The brothers nodded their head.
~~~
"It's the same symbol." Sam said, holding the photocopy of the information you had found at the library. You all leaned on the hood of the Impala as you observed the paper. "Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns."
"Let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn his bones, and put him down." Dean suggested.
"'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an old North Cemetery in an unmarked grave.'" Sam read, slapping the paper.
"Super." Dean muttered, getting off the car and heading to the driver's side of the car.
"Okay, so we know it's Jacob Karns, but we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why." Sam said, leaning on top of the roof as he watched his brother pluck off a ticket from the windshield wiper.
"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your friend Lori has something to do with this." Dean suggested, heading back into the car. You followed behind, wondering what he was getting at.
~~~
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(1.6) Skin: Part two
“Shifter in a sewer″
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warning(s): Violence, little bit of a sexual moment, sexual harassment.
Summary: Y/N and the boys hunt a Shapeshifter that has framed Sam’s college friend for murder.
Word count: 2931
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Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist
Night had fallen when the three of you went back to Becky’s house. You stood behind the couch that Becky was sitting on as you watched the screen. Four different security cameras were running at the same time, but you paid attention to all of them. Everything seemed to be normal.
“Here it comes.” Becky said.
“22:04- that’s just after ten.” Dean observed, his eyes dropping to Becky. “You said the time of death was about ten thirty.”
Becky nodded slightly. “Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic. It wasn’t tampered with.”
It was quiet just for a second as you observed the tape, but Sam broke you out of your concentration. “Hey Beck, can we take those beers now?” He asked, smiling.
“Oh, sure.” She said, lifting herself up and heading to the door.
“Hey, uh…maybe some sandwiches, too?” He asked with a laugh.
“What do you think this is, Hooters?” She asked, playfully rolling her eyes at his quick requests. She smiled and walked out of the door.
“I wish.” You heard Dean mutter, you couldn’t help but smack him on the arm. He raised an eyebrow at you as the both of you headed to the TV to get a closer look at what Sam found. “What is it?”
“Check this out.” Sam said, rewinding the tape for a few seconds before stopping. Your eyes landed on the second screen on the left when you saw Zach come into the frame. You noticed that when he looked into the view of the camera, his eyes went white. Sam stopped the tape.
“Maybe it’s just a camera flare.” Dean commented.
“That’s not like any camera flare I’ve ever seen.” Sam said.
“You know, a lot of cultures believe a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul.” You said, the boys nodded as Dean mumbled a right. “Remember the dog that was freaking out? Maybe he saw the same thing.” You gestured to the screen. “Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zach’s- something that looks like him, but isn’t him.”
“Like a doppelganger.” Dean said, nodding his head.
“That would sure explain how he was in two places at once.” Sam commented, never taking his eyes off the glowing white eyes.
~~~
You did your best to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes as the Impala eventually came to a stop right near Zach’s house. The younger Winchester had practically dragged you and his brother out of bed, claiming that something wasn’t quite right with the videotape the three of you had examined the night before. Dean wasn’t so happy about being up so early, but Sam made up for it by buying him coffee before you reached your destination.
“All right. What are we doing here at five thirty in the morning?” Dean asked his little brother, opening the driver’s side door and stepping outside.
“I realized something.” Sam said as the three of you met up at the front of the car. “The videotape shows the killer going in but not coming out.”
“So he came out of the back door?” Dean asked, taking a sip of his coffee and watching as his brother headed over to the other side of the street.
“Right, so there should be a trail to follow- a trail that the police would never pursue.” Sam said, walking straight to the dumpster, you grimaced when you saw him stick his head inside to look around.
“Because they think the killer never left. They caught your friend Zach inside.” Dean said, leaning his body against the hood and pressing the cup back against his lips. “Still don’t know what we’re doing here at five thirty in the morning.” He muttered to himself.
You let out a soft scoff at his comment, before looking over to Sam to see that he was standing at the telephone pole. “Blood.” He said. “Somebody came this way.”
“Maybe the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here.” You said, turning around to take a peek at the surroundings. But before you could see anything more, your attention was ripped away when you heard the sound of sirens as an ambulance passed you by. The three of you looked at one another before deciding to see where it was heading.
You all walked for a few minutes, until a crowd of people around a house came into view. It was being cornered off as a police officer dragged yellow tape. A runner stopped to look at the scene with shock, standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. You walked up to her to ask what was going on as you kept your eyes on the scene.. “What happened here?"
"He tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her.” She explained, you turned your head to look at her for a few moments.
“Really?” Sam asked, looking over at the runner.
“I used to see him going to work in the morning. He’d wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy.” She said, shaking her head in disbelief as she watched the man being placed inside the back of a cop car.
You and Sam slipped away as Dean went around talking to some of the officers. You watched as he began to peek inside the blue trash cans as you followed behind, looking around the place, not exactly sure what you should be looking for. As the both of you headed to the end of the home, you heard Dean shout and you turned around to see that he was now walking up to you and Sam.
“Hey. Remember when I said this wasn’t our kid of problem?” Dean asked, you nodded your head, even though you knew it was. “Definitely our kind of problem. I talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene. He heard this guy Alex’s story. Apparently this dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked.”
“He was in two places at once.” You stated, shaking your head.
“Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house. Police think he’s a nut job.” Dean explained.
“Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way.” Sam said, walking a few steps forward as he turned around to look at you and Dean.
“Could be the same thing doing it, too.” You noted. “Same victim. Same cause of death.”
“Shapeshifter?” Sam asked, Dean just shrugged his shoulders. “Something that could make itself look like anyone?”
“Every culture in the world has a shapeshifter lore- legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men.” You explained, looking at both of the boys. You’ve come across plenty of shapeshifters when you were living with the Halliwell’s, but they were never quite like this and they were always trying to go after their spell.
“Skinwalkers. Werewolves.” Sam said, nodding his head.
“Two attacks within each block of each other. I’m guessing we have a shape shifter problem in the neighborhood.” Dean said.
“Let me ask you this.” Sam looked over at you. “In all of the shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?” You watched as he walked a few feet, his head tilted up as he examined the building.
“Not that I know of.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.
“I picked up a trail here.” He turned his back to you as he looked around the area for a few moments. “Someone ran out the back of this building, headed the other way.”
“Just like your friend’s house.” Dean said, nodding his head.
“Yeah. And just like at Zach’s house, the trail suddenly ends. Whatever it is just disappeared.”
Dean looked around the place, frowning slightly. “Well, there’s another way to go. Down.” You turned your head to the ground to see what Dean was looking at. You sighed, knowing he was talking about the sewers..
Dean took off the heavy top to the tunnel before slipping down first, you waited until you couldn’t see him before heading down the ladder next. When you got all the way down, you and Dean looked around the place as Sam covered up the top and headed his way down.
“I bet this runs right by Zach’s house, too.” Sam said, looking around. You and Sam walked up to Dean who was now standing a few feet away from you. “The shape shifter could be using the sewer system to get around.”
“I think you’re right. Look at this.” Dean said.
You all took a few steps and crouched down to see what Dean had found. He pulled out his knife from his back pocket as you noticed a large puddle of what you presumed to be was human flesh. You had to put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from vomiting as Dean poked at it with the blade of his knife.. This was completely new to you.
“Oh. Is this from his victims?” Sam asked with disgust.
Dean tried to pick up a piece of the mess, but it just stretched into a thin line as he examined it. “You know, I just had a sick thought.” Dean said, looking at the both of you. “When the shapeshifter changes shape, maybe it sheds its skin.”
“That is sick.” You muttered to yourself.
You all headed out of the tunnels and went to the Impala again, knowing that exactly what you were dealing with was a shapeshifter. You sighed to yourself as you watched Dean open up the trunk of the car.
“Well, one thing that I learned from Dad,” Dean said as he popped open the secret compartment where he kept all of his weapons. “No matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there’s one sure way to kill it.”
“Silver bullet to the heart.” Sam said, smirking as his brother loaded up the gun.
“That’s right.” Dean said, nodding his head.
Sam’s cell phone began ringing and he pulled it out to answer it. “This is Sam.” He said, stepping away from the two of you. “We’re near Zach’s place. We’re just checking some things out.” You instantly knew that he was talking to Becky, but the conversation wasn’t going well. “What are you talking about?” He asked, his face scrunching up in confusion. “Why would you do that?” It was quiet for a few moments, you took a few steps forward so you could hear what was going on. “Beck-”
“I don’t understand why you would lie to me about something like this.” You heard her shouting on the other line, and you realized that she must have found out Dean wasn’t an actual cop.
He sighed to himself. “We were just trying to help.”
“Oh, trying to help?” She mocked him as she let out a laugh. “Do you realize that was a sealed crime scene? This could have ruined Zach’s case.”
“Beck, I’m sorry, but-” Sam tried to explain, but Becky cut him off once more.
“No, goodbye Sam.”
You heard the line end as Sam sighed to himself and stared off into the distance. Dean closed the trunk and came up to his brother.
“I hate to say it, but that’s exactly what I’m talking about.” He said in a matter of fact voice. You furrow your brows and turn your head to look at the man, a glare settling across your facial features from what he said next. “You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you they’d be freaked. It just would be easier if-”
“If I was like you.” Sam finished, looking at his brother.
“Hey, man, like it or not, we’re not like other people.” Dean said. “But I’ll tell you one thing; about this whole gig,” He pulled out the gun from his pocket and handed it to Sam. “It ain’t without perks.”
Sam sighed, grabbing the gun and tucking it into the back of his pants without having anyone to notice. You put your hand out, waiting for Dean to hand you a gun. He just stared at you with confusion. You tilted your head to the side and rolled your eyes.
“You’re kidding me, right?” You asked. “I’m coming along.”
“No, you’re not.” Dean said, giving you a stern look. “It’s way too dangerous.”
A scoff escaped past your lips as you took a step forward towards the man, he opened his mouth to ask you what you were doing, but all that could come out was a series of ows after you had reached a hand up to his shoulder, before pressing down onto it, and hard.
Sam couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his mouth as his brother fell onto his knees from the amount of pain you were causing him. Once he was in a position you were happy with, you reached out your other hand and took his gun. “I’m coming,” You repeat yourself. “Whether you like it or not.”
The older Winchester nodded his head in understandment, and you pulled your hand away after he let out a pitiful whimper. It took a minute for him to finally compose himself, and when he did, he knew that he was going to have to open up the trunk again to get another gun. Next time you asked for something, he wasn’t going to say no.
~~~
You and the brothers managed to get down into the sewer safely. You had followed behind Sam, who stayed behind to make sure that you didn’t fall off the ladder and get hurt. Afterwards, he practically forced you into the middle of him and his brother, knowing that it’d be much safer this way.
You didn’t know how long you had been down there, but the three of you were trailing through each and every tunnel you came across for quite some time. Every turn you had made, you hoped you’d be able to find the creature you were looking for, so that you could kill it with the gun you now had in your grasp.
Your other hand had your flashlight in it, so the light could guide you throughout the way as you and the brothers made a turn into yet another tunnel. Every so often, you shined your light upwards to see if the shifter was somehow clinging onto the walls, or perhaps you could find another pile of the shedded skin. But you were finding nothing.
The three of you ventured through the tunnel for another few minutes, until you came across something that you all had to duck underneath. You crinkled up your nose when you felt yourself stepping into some water that was, without a doubt, dirty. But you kept your attention forward, finding that Sam was now in the front of you, your boyfriend right in the back.
You took a few steps forward, nothing but the sound of water dripping filled your ears for a few moments until the older Winchester spoke up, seeming to have taken notice of something. “I think we’re close to its lair.” He said. You furrowed your brows, wondering why he would say that. But he gave you an answer you weren’t too pleased with. “‘Cause there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face.”
Dean shined his flashlight over towards the large tube right next to you, and you could see from the corner of your eye that he wasn’t kidding. You jumped backwards to get away from the pile. “Oh my god, ew-” You nearly shrieked out the last word, but Sam was quick to cover your mouth with his hand so that it muffled. Not that it did much good, because you found yourself accidentally dropping your flashlight onto the ground, and you all winced at the echoing noise it had created.
“Okay, let’s just hope the shifter isn’t down here.” Dean said, clearly annoyed with what had just happened. If the creature was here, it would definitely know where to look for the three of you. You mumbled out a sorry when Sam brought his hand away from your mouth to bend down and pick your flashlight up for you. Meanwhile, his brother shined his own onto the ground to find yet another disgusting pile just a couple feet away from all of you. “It looks like it’s lived here for awhile.”
“Who knows how many murders he’s gotten away with?” Sam muttered loud enough for the both of you to hear, his attention on the pile as he stood back up straight. As he went to hand you your flashlight, something seemed to have caught his eye, and when he flashed his own light onto it, he yelled out his brother’s name as a warning when he could see that the shifter was right behind him.
Dean turned his head to see what was behind him, but before he had the chance to react, the shifter was smacking him hard across the face and sending him straight into the wall. You rushed over to the man as the younger Winchester tried his best to get a shot at the monster, but it was too fast for him.
“Sammy, go get the son of a bitch!” You ordered the younger man as you did your best to help his brother up. He was clutching as his left shoulder, a groan of pain escaping past his lips. You didn’t even have to tell Sam twice, you watched as he started chasing after the shifter, the two of you following behind.
~~~
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(1.6) Skin: Part one
“Old friends”
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warning(s): Angst, language, little bit of fluff
Summary: Y/N and the boys hunt a Shapeshifter that has framed Sam’s college friend for murder.
Word count: 2486
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You were asleep in the backseat of the Impala, catching up on some needed rest as Dean pulled up and stopped at a gas station and turned off the car, he turned around to see that you were still sleeping and for the first time in forever, you had a peaceful look on your face. He smiled to himself, before turning his attention forward and speaking, but Sam wasn’t paying attention. “All right. I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch. Then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.” Dean turned his head to see that Sam was busy on his phone, not bothering to look up. “Sam wears women's underwear.”
“I’m listening. I’m just busy.” Sam mumbled, clicking on something.
“Busy doing what?” Dean asked, stepping outside of the car.
“Reading emails.” Sam answered, still not looking up.
“Emails from who?” Dean asked, peeking his head inside the car to glance at his brother.
“From my friends at Stanford.” Sam said, glaring at his brother when he scoffed.
“You’re kidding.” Dean said, heading to the pumps. “You still keep in touch with your college buddies?”
“Why not?” Sam asked.
“Well,” Dean went over to the trunk and bent down, putting the pump inside and walking back over to his brother, leaning his backside against the car. “What exactly do you tell them, you know, about where you been. What you’ve been doing.”
“I tell them I'm on a road trip with my big brother and my best friend.” Sam explained. “I told them I needed some time off after Jess.”
“Well, so you lie to them.” Dean pointed out.
“No.” Sam argued. “I just don’t tell them everything.”
“Yeah. That’s called lying.” Dean said. Sam frowned at his brother, who just shrugged. “Hey, man, I get it.” Dean said, trying to keep a smirk hidden. “Telling them the truth is far worse.”
“So, what am I supposed to do? Just cut everyone out of my life?” Sam asked, Dean just shrugged his shoulders. “You’re serious?”
“Look, it sucks.” Dean admitted. “But in a job like this, you can’t get close to people.”
“You’re kind of anti-social. You know that, right?” Sam asked in a matter of fact voice, turning his body around so he was sitting straighter. He paid his attention back onto his phone so he could read the email his friend sent him.
“Yeah, whatever.” Dean muttered, looking out at the distance. “I got Y/N and she’s the only person aside from you that really matters.”
Silence fell between the two of them for a few minutes until Sam spoke back up in a shocked tone. Dean turned around and bent down, leaning his body on the open window. “What?”
“This email from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine.” Sam explained, tapping on the screen to read more. “I went to school with her and her brother Zach. She says Zach’s been charged with murder.” He said, even though it sounded like a question. “He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn’t do it. But it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case.”
“Dude, what kind of people you hanging out with?” Dean asked.
“No, man. I know Zach, he’s not a killer.” Sam said, shaking his head as he looked at his brother.
“Well, maybe you know Zach as well as he knows you.” Dean said.
Sam rolled his eyes. “They’re in St. Louis. We’re going.”
Dean chuckled to himself, looking down at the ground before looking back up at his brother with an amused face. “I’m sorry about your buddy, okay? But this doesn’t sound like our kind of problem.”
“It is our problem. They’re my friends.” Sam argued, trying to convince his brother.
“St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam.” Dean said.
Sam looked back at you, to see that you were still sound asleep. He watched as you shifted around in the back seat before stopping your movements, and he had to force the smile that threatened to stretch across his lips back. He couldn't remember the last time he's seen such a peaceful look on your face. Letting out a sigh, he turned back to face his brother. “If this were Y/N, I’d do it for you in a heartbeat, Dean.”
The younger Winchester didn't quite realize it yet, or maybe he did, and he didn't want to admit it. But he would do anything for you, not just his brother. It was just easier to say, than to admit that he has the smallest crush on you. Because he knew that if he did, it would turn into so much more.
It was quiet between the brothers for a few moments, before Dean finally grumbled to himself. He hated that his brother had used you as an example, but he still finished putting gas in the car before he made his way back to the driver’s side to drive you all to St. Louis.
~~~
You stood outside on the front porch with your hands at your sides, you watched as Sam rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. You had just barely woken up, and were confused as hell to what was going on, even after the brothers explained to you why you all were here. It took a few moments until the door finally opened to reveal a blonde woman, her gaze immediately went to Sam as her lips stretched into a grin.
“Oh, my God. Sam!” She chuckled, resting her hand on the door entrance.
“Well, if it isn’t little Becky.” Sam teased, she rolled her eyes.
“You know what you can do with that "little Becky” crap.“ She said, stepping forward to give Sam a hug for a few seconds before pulling away.
"I got your email.” Sam said, shoving his hands into his back pockets.
“I didn’t think that you would come here.” Becky confessed.
Dean stepped forward slightly to introduce himself. “Dean Winchester- older brother.” Becky smiled, shaking his hand as they both shared hellos.
“And I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” You spoke up, introducing yourself as you placed your hand onto the man’s shoulder. “His girlfriend.”
“And my best friend.” Sam added on, you gave her a polite smile when she looked over at you. “We’re here to help. Whatever we can do.”
“Come in.” Becky stepped out of the way as she gestured for the three of you to follow behind.
Sam stepped in first and you followed behind. As you heard the door shut behind you, your eyes wandered around the interior design of the place.
“Nice place.” You commented.
“It’s my parents. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened.” Becky said, turning to look over her shoulder at Sam while explaining. “I decided to take the semester off. I’m gonna stay until Zach is free.”
“Where are your folks?” Sam asked, looking down at Becky.
“They live in Paris for half the year, so they’re on their way home now for the trial.” She said as you all stepped inside the kitchen. “Do you guys want a beer or something?”
Dean smiled, pointing at her. “Hey.”
But Sam cut him off, smiling at Becky. “No, thanks.” Dean’s face dropped, he stood next to you as you leaned against the counter.
“So,” Sam said, looking over at Becky. “Tell us what happened.”
“Well, um, Zach had come home, and he found Emily tied to a chair.” Becky explained, taking a few steps forward so she was standing closer to Sam. “And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn’t breathing.” Her voice cracked as she continued. “And so he…he called 911 and the police. They showed up, and…they arrested him." Tears were starting to glaze over in her eyes when she looked at all three of you while talking. "But the thing is, the only way Zach could have killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time.” She said, you and the brothers looked at one another for a few seconds, knowing there might be something here. “The police, they have a video. It’s from the security tape from across the street and it shows Zach coming home at ten thirty. Now, Emily was killed just after that. But I swear he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight.”
“You know, maybe we could see the crime scene- Zach’s house?” Sam asked.
“We could?” Dean spoke up, giving his brother a confused glare.
“Why? What could you do?” Becky questioned, looking at Sam.
“Well, me, not much.” Sam admitted, he turned to look at his brother as he lied. “But Dean’s a cop.” Becky glanced over at the oldest Winchester.
Dean nervously chuckled, grinning at Becky. “A detective, actually.” He pretended to correct Sam.
“Really? Where?” She asked, smiling slightly.
“Bisbee, Arizona.” He answered, looking at Sam before focusing on Becky again. “But I’m off duty now.”
Becky was quiet for a few moments, as if she were considering the idea. “I don’t know,” She confessed. “You guys, it’s just so nice to offer. But it’s just- I don’t know.” She was becoming emotional again as she rested her hands on the counter and sighed quietly to herself.
“Beck, look,” Sam said, looking at the ground before glancing up at Becky again. “I know Zach didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.”
She looked at the three of you with a smile. “Okay. I’m gonna go get the keys.”
Dean stepped forward to Sam as he watched Becky step out the room. He whistled and look at his brother. “Oh yeah, man. You’re a real straight shooter with your friends.”
“Look, Zach and Becky need our help.” Sam said.
“I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.” Dean confessed, shaking his head.
“Two places at once, though?” You asked. “We’ve looked into less.”
Dean sighed to himself and shrugged his shoulders, knowing that you were right as he decided to go along with the plan.
~~~
You sat in the backseat with Becky as the four of you headed to the crime scene. The house came into view when Dean pulled over to the other side of the street so he could park next to the curb. You all headed out of the car and you and Sam walked up just in time for Becky to speak up.
“You’re sure this is okay?” She asked, looking at Dean for approval.
“Yeah. I am an officer of the law.” Dean stated.
You all headed over to the house and when you made sure the coast was clear from any real police officers, Dean grabbed the key from Becky so he could unlock the front door. He pushed it open and you all headed inside, ducking underneath the yellow police tape.
You noticed that the wall next to the front door had blood spatter on it, hell, there was blood everywhere. You swallowed as you crossed your arms over your chest and made sure not to step on anything.
“Beck, you want to wait outside?” Sam asked, seeing that his friend was just standing in the doorway.
She shook her head, ducking underneath the tape as she came inside. “No, I want to help.”
Your eyes wandered onto a table that Dean was circling, noticing that there were yellow numbered cards, markings from the police so they could take pictures of each spot. You glanced at Becky when Sam spoke up. “Tell us what else the police said.”
“Well, there was no sign of a break-in.” Becky explained, her hand wrapped around her necklace as she tore her eyes away from something to look at the two of you. “They say that Emily let her attacker in. And the lawyers are already talking about a plea bargain.”
You all looked at the blood that stained a picture and the wall next to it. You clenched your jaw when you heard Becky sob over the mess.
“Look, Beck, if Zach didn’t do this, it means that someone else did.” Sam said. Becky nodded her head in agreement. “Any idea who?”
Becky shook her head, staying quiet as she tried to think of someone as she glanced around the room. It took her a few moments, but she remembered. “Wait, there was something. About a week before, somebody broke in here and stole some clothes- Zach’s clothes. And the police, they don’t think it’s anything. I mean, we’re not that far from downtown. I mean, sometimes people get robbed.”
You suddenly heard the sound of a dog howling outside before continued to bark. You walked over to the front door that was cracked open slightly and peeked outside as Dean joined you. You noticed the dog was staring right at the house.
“You know, that used to be the sweetest dog.” Becky said, standing behind you.
“What happened?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder to stare at her.
“He just changed.” She said.
An idea popped inside your head. “Do you remember when he changed?”
“I guess around the time of the murder.” Becky answered, you nodded your head and looked at the dog for a few seconds more before turning your attention to Dean to see that he might be thinking the same thing you were.
Both of you headed over to Sam, who was standing next to the fridge and looking at a picture of his friends and himself. You crossed your arms over your chest and spoke up. “So the neighbor’s dog went psycho right around the time Zach’s girlfriend was killed.” You whispered so Becky couldn’t hear you.
“Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal.” Sam commented, looking at you.
Dean turned his head away from the door and looked at the two of you. “Maybe Fido saw something.” He said, you sighed at his sense of humor.
“So you think, maybe, this is our kind of problem?” Sam asked, looking at his brother.
“No. Probably not.” Said Dean, shaking his head.
“But- we should look at the security tape to make sure.” You said, both brothers nodded their heads in agreement.
Becky walked up to the three of you, Dean turned around. “So the tape, the security footage? Think maybe your lawyers could hang their hands on it? I just don’t have that kind of jurisdiction.” Dean lied.
“I’ve already got it.” Becky said. “I didn’t want to say anything in front of a cop.” Dean chuckled, turning his attention to the ground for a few seconds. “I, um, stole it off the lawyer’s desk.” She confessed. “I just had to see it for myself.”
“All right.” Dean said, grinning at the three of you. “Let’s head back and look at the tape, shall we?”
~~~
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