A New Passenger In The Backseat
Pairing: young!Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: Dean finds love in the most unexpected place.
Warnings: Mention of murder, language, a spirit
A/N: It’s been awhile since I’ve written a Supernatural fic, I thought it was about time.
Masterlist
There was one town that Dean loved more than any other he and his family ever hunted in.
The town was a small, conservative, Christian town called Riverville. He hated everything the people did, and what they were like. He hated the town up to its name. But there was one person there, (Y/n) (L/n), who made him love it.
The very sight of her was enough to let him momentarily forget about all the hell he went through on a daily basis. Her voice, the words she speaks, was music if he ever heard it.
The moment the ‘67 Chevy Impala rolled into town it was hated by everyone who saw it. It wasn’t anything like the cars of the town (Subaru's and Cadillacs), and therefore the people wouldn’t be like the others in this town, and that meant the Winchester family was immediately hated by everyone in Riverville.
That one fact made it impossible for them to get information off of people, who would not be the person to help out the outsiders. They didn’t want to be the city gossip.
One day, John and Dean were in the library hoping to talk with the librarian who was supposedly a witness to the murder of one of the football players. She looked in her 60′s with gray hair and a cross necklace around her neck.
“Ma’am” John started, she turned around to face him and he put up his FBI badge “We were wondering if you could talk to us about what you saw the night of James Thorn’s death.”
The lady eyed the badge, then Dean “He looks a bit young”
“He’s in training” John answered immediately
“Well I don’t trust him, or you”
“Ma’am-” John started
“Oh why don’t you just talk, he’s got a badge, and you’ll get arrested for withholding information if you don’t.” Dean looked over to see a girl his age dressed in a black leather jacket “On second thought, go for it. I’m sure no one would miss the constant ‘shut ups’ from you even though they only sneezed.”
The woman scowled at her “Miss (L/n) what are you doing here?” she said in a voice that had ‘get out’ screaming in its undertones.
“Oh didn’t you hear? I’m writing an article over the murders, and I wanted to interview you as well. I’m sure the feds wouldn’t mind.”
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That night all Dean could think about was the girl in this awful town who seemed to be the exact opposite of everyone else. He got out of bed and found John still awake “I’m going for a walk”
He left before his father could say anything and began down the road, passing many small shops on his way. He didn’t know where he was going, but he saw a shadow cross the street in front of him and immediately chased after it.
The person had disappeared and Dean stopped to look around and catch his breath, then suddenly he was on the ground with a familiar face looking down at him.
“You know if you wanted us in this position, you could’ve just asked”
She groaned and stood up “Stop following me you creep”
“Then stop walking around at night dressed in all black and looking incredibly suspicious”
“How else do you expect to get out of this fucking town? Besides, what are you going to do about it?”
Dean remembered the badge in his pocket and held it up “I don’t know, question and arrest you for murder?”
“Oh right, you’re a fed” she laughed, he threw a confused look “Oh please, I’m the queen of fake IDs, I know one when I see one. And even if you were really in the FBI, James was my best friend and the only good thing about this damn town, I would never hurt him.”
Dean’s face went soft “I’m sorry”
“It's fine” she brushed it off as they had begun walking in the direction of a burned building “Everyone in this town had it out for him and I, I wouldn’t be surprised if his own parents murdered him. God knows whoever killed him is coming after me next.”
“Are things here really that bad?”
“We were seen as the prime example of who not to be. In this town, everyone glared at us but we didn’t think anything of it really, we were used to it. His parents were about to send him to a boarding school in England, he was found dead two nights before he was supposed to leave. No one was even sad about it. That’s the awful part, he deserved so much better.”
Dean was about to say something, but any words were killed by the sight of a spirit up the street a block ahead of them. Dean grabbed her hand and they ran as fast as they could to the hotel room where the Winchesters were staying. Dean immediately put salt by the doors and windows.
John and Sam shot out of bed, Sam rushing to grab any iron he could find.
“Dean what happened? Who is this?”
“I’m (Y/n)”
“The spirit was up the street, we ran as fast as we could”
“The what?”
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(Y/n) woke up to light sneaking past the cheap curtains and the memories from last night flooded in her head when she realized she was still in the hotel room.
Walking with Dean, the ghost, learning about hunting, explaining everything she knew, and finding out that it was after her.
Her fearless world that she owned was suddenly turned upside down and she didn’t feel safe anymore unless she was with Dean.
That’s when she heard the boys discussing their plan “How can I help?”
They all looked over at her “Oh no” Dean started “We aren’t putting you in danger”
“Well you need a decoy” Dean began to disagree before she cut him off “Come on, we know that the dead priest is going after the ‘sinners’ of the town, and I’m the one he’s looking for. He’s going to get me whether you are there or not, personally I’d like the former.”
Dean groaned “Fine, but you can’t do anything without us or you will get hurt.”
She smiled and joined in on their plan.
Dean got distracted by simply looking at her, she had him wrapped around his finger and she didn’t even know it. He had only met her yesterday and knew that he couldn’t leave this town without her.
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The building gave every hint of haunted, it was dark, rotting, and it had burned down years ago. It was the church the priest had lived in, he almost died, but instead was taken outside the church by the smoke in his lungs. (Y/n) was standing in the middle, seemingly alone, with an iron knife hidden in her jacket.
The man appeared in front of her “Alright, you have me, just get this over with.”
Sam and John were at the priest’s grave getting ready to burn it, and Dean was watching (Y/n), while also making sure the spirit didn’t leave and find his brother and John.
His face turned into that of hatred and he charged at her, she managed to dodge it, but caught his knife, earning a cut near her shoulder. She didn’t even notice the blood running down her arm, instead was to caught up in the situation. But Dean did, and he wanted nothing more to go to her.
She was putting up a fight with her iron knife and near exhausted when the man went up in flames in front of her, John and Sam had done it.
She smiled at Dean as he ran out of the shadows, he immediately looked at her arm.
“I’m going to burn him again for that”
She smiled up at him “Hey, I’m fine”
“I would’ve fucking killed him myself if you weren’t”
She laughed and he looked in her eyes, down at her lips, and back to her eyes, and before he knew it, his lips were on hers and he never felt as amazing and free as he did in that moment.
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One week later the Winchesters would roll out of Riverville, a new passenger in the backseat. And (Y/n) would leave the town she hated, feeling free for the first time in her life. She would only return once a year to visit the grave of her best friend, James Thorn.
In a few years, she would go with her husband who only loved the town because that’s where he met her, and two years after that she would return with her first child.