Synopsis: The thing following you was something... Unhuman. You kept it to yourself about the demon following you around like it was attached to you, but working alongside the Winchester brothers made you realize that there was a much bigger reason as to why the nun looking demon was haunting your every waking moment.
A knock echoed throughout your apartment, at first you ignored it, thinking some drunk college student was just playing a prank, but then they grew louder and more frantic. Groaning, you rolled out of bed before slowly walking to the door. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you opened the door, “Can I help you?”
The man's fist was mere inches from your chest and you could see the slight blush starting to creep up his neck. Behind him was Sam, which only confused you further. “Hey Sammy… Who the hell is this?”
The man lowered his hand before clearing his throat, you watched as his eyes raked up and down your body “Ya Sammy… Who's the babe?”
Your lips curled up into a snarl as you tried your best to pull down your sleep shorts to hide yourself, “Creep” you muttered before turning back to Sammy, expecting an answer as to why he was currently standing at your door at 10 PM with a creepy but attractive older man next to him.
Sam cleared his throat before slamming his hand into the man's back to make him stop, “Y/n, this is my brother Dean… Dean, this is Y/n…” To many, the introduction would clear up many questions that a person may have, but the statement only confused you further. “I thought you hated your brother?”
Dean’s eyebrows shot up and Sammy cringed at the bluntness of your words, it was true that he spoke poorly about his brother to you and Jess, but he was hoping neither of you would say anything… Jess didn't, but you? You were always the wild card. The best friend he never knew he needed but sometimes regretted having, especially when you caused issues and started fights at the bars. Leading him to either hauling you out of there or physically stepping in to fight.
Your back and forth with Dean only caused you to become angrier the longer you looked at him and his stupid cocky little smile. “Sammy, can you punch him for me?”
“I’d rather you do it yourself sweetheart” Dean sleazily said as he stepped closer to you, hoping that you would take the bait and he could somehow convince you to have hate sex with him. But the fire in your eyes quickly faded as you turned to look back into the apartment, as if something had spooked you. Sighing, you rubbed at your face in exhaustion. Normally you ignored the demon in the corner, but when you were exhausted it became harder to do. “Listen, do you need something Sam?”
“We need your help with finding our dad”
You peeked through your fingers, brows furrowed as you processed the words.
“What?” Both you and Dean snapped out at the same time, making Sam sigh in exasperation. “Listen, you know this stuff like we do-”
“You want me to go hunting with you?”
Dean looked between the two of you, “I’m sorry, are you a hunter?”
“No… She just… She’s seen and been through things”
You shot a glare at Sam, practically commanding him into silence. Talking about it only made her come out more and more, if you ignored her, she would go away. It’s the reason you only told Sam a couple of times about your experiences, and it's the reason you refuse to interact with anything supernatural.
“Please, just this once. We need an extra set of eyes and ears. If she comes out, we can do something about it”
You smiled sadly at him, if he was referring to an exorcism, it wouldn't work. You’ve gone through 5 in the past 6 years and she always came back. Dean looked at you quizically, curious as to what these ‘things’ that you went through were. You seemed like a normal girl to him, but he knew that the least likely people can have the darkest secrets.
Your fingers fiddled with the cross necklace that rested against the nape of your neck, teeth chewing on your lip as you thought through what may or may not happen. His brown eyes practically begging you to just give in and help. Letting out a sigh, you turned on your heel and headed for the bedroom, “I’ll pack my things.”
Dean kept looking back at you through the rearview mirror, but you barely noticed as you looked out the window of the Impala. Sam was trying to tell him something, but he could care less. He just wanted to know about the secrets you were hiding. “Dean. Are you even listening to me right now?” Sam stated firmly, causing you to flick your eyes at the pair. They were brothers, no doubt about it.
Ignoring Sam, Dean decided to ask his first of many questions. “So, Y/n… What's your tie to the supernatural world?”
Your e/c eyes locked with his in the mirror, he was expecting a glare but only got a cold, stonelike gaze. “I have a demon following me”
Dean blinked in shock as Sam sighed out in exasperation, “A demon? You sure about that? Is it just your imagination?”
“She looks like a nun. She’s been around since I was 17. She’s here now.”
Dean whirled around, eyes wide as he frantically looked for the evil being you spoke of, but the backseat was empty except for you. “She doesn’t show herself to anyone but me. Thankfully she's sitting farther away,” you stated before pointing to the seat farthest from you. You tried your best not to look at her, the mere thought of it gave you the chills. No matter how hard you prayed, she never went away.
“Dean watch the road!” Sam exclaimed as the Impala started to veer off the road, Dean turned back swiftly, hauling the Impala back to the center of the lane. His eyes kept flicking back to you and then to Sam, hoping and praying that this was some kind of sick joke. But neither of you said anything, only making him regret agreeing with Sam to bring you along.
The motel smelled of rat droppings and cockroaches scurried at the light being switched on. Your nose scrunched up in disgust as you entered behind Sam, “This is where we are staying?” Dean came in behind you, smirking at the sight of your distaste, “This is how we live sweetheart! Fake credit cards don’t get you the Hilton experience”
You scowled at Dean before moving towards the beds, heart sinking as you looked between the two beds. “What's the matter?” Sam asked quietly, as to not alert his brother, but his brother's ears were much sharper than he gave him credit for. Dean stalked over with your bag, smug grin on his lips as he realized just what the problem was, “You can sleep with me in my bed, sweets”
You scoffed in disgust before ripping your bag from his hands, “I’d rather sleep with the roaches” you grumbled as you moved towards the grimy couch. At this point, it was 3 in the morning and you were exhausted. Any other time of day you would have been upset with the situation, but all you wanted was to go to sleep.
Sam shot Dean a warning look before offering you his bed, but you simply shook your head, “I’ll be fine, Sam, it's just one night.” Dean fought the urge to laugh at your statement, but decided you had enough torture for one night. Climbing onto the couch, you cuddled into the blanket Sam had given you. It smelt of smoke but was comforting none the less, before you knew it, you were out like a light.
Your eyes shot open a mere hour later, heart stopping at the all too familiar face hovering over you. It had been the closest she had gotten in a while and it made you freeze in fright. You closed your eyes tightly, mentally praying for God to save you from whatever was about to happen to you. Cold fingers touched your cheek, causing you to leap from the couch and fly into the bed closest to you. Hauling the blanket over you, you curled up against the body below it, trying your best not to break down from fear.
A hand touched you once more, your body vibrating and shaking below it from pure fear. “Hey, you okay?” Your eyes widened in shock, realizing that you had landed in the wrong bed, but at the moment you could care less. Gripping onto his shirt you shook your head against him, “Can I please sleep here?” you whispered tearfully, lip trembling as the feeling of the cold fingers still lingered in your mind and on your skin. Dean nodded before pulling you closer to him, “Sure… You sure you’re okay?” he grumbled, trying his best to fight back the sleep in his eyes in case you were in danger.
“I’m fine now, let's just sleep please”
Dean nodded again before moving your face into his neck, “There, now you can't see her”
