SUMMARY: Years have passed, the Winchesters have gone and everything is okay. The impala was been put to rest in an old junkyard, slowly rotting away until you and brother come along. It calls out to you and before you know it you’re both sent down a road that’ll change your life.
A/N: Heres a little mini series I want to start. Let me know fi you like it!!
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My brother couldn’t see past the mud and grime at first but the moment I saw the beautiful old car I was completely in love.
It was like she was calling my name, she was the only car in that junk yard that had grabbed my attention. She was not battered beyond belief like the others. She was not tired looking at all. She just looked like she had just been parked there and forgotten about.
My brother tried to complain when I brought the car, but at $400 it was an absolute steal. With help from the junk yard’s owner, we managed to push her down the road to my family home.
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For the first couple of days, I couldn’t bring myself to start work on her. I just sat in the driver’s seat and listened. Although she did not run and her engine was shot she seemed to hum as if magic ran through her black metal frame. The longer I sat in her worn leather seats the more things I noticed. The gun under the driver’s seat, the battered FBI badge and an SW-DW scratched into the roof. Whoever owned this car last really loved her, and had a really weird job.
When I finally got the courage to start her restoration I started with the trunk. I ripped the weeds growing in her mouldy carpet out and was surprised to find a secret compartment underneath. Inside there were probably hundreds of guns and knives, and was that a grenade launcher? There were prayer beads hung on the top and several weird looking symbols. There were machetes and pistols, handguns and spears. Whoever these people were they were obviously ready for an apocalypse. There was a picture placed on the top of one of the ammo boxes. I picked it up, wiped the dust off and looked at the three men in the picture
There was one tall one. He had dark hair down to his shoulders and there was something quite sad about the way he stood. The man next to him was only just shorter. He had short light brown hair styled into a little quiff. He looked strong, but tired like he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Then, next to him was another slightly shorter man again. He wore a scruffy looking suit and trench coat. His tie was backwards and he looked very unsure and was obviously not looking in the right direction for the picture. He had dark hair and bright blue eyes, much brighter than eyes really should be… maybe it was just the light.
The man in the trench coat seemed somehow familiar. Like I’d him before recently. Was he at the junk yard? There were a lot of people there…
I flipped the photo and there written in scruffy handwriting, half smudged from the damp, which read: Sam, Dean and Cas. Kansas, ’16. I guessed that’s who was in the photo. What a lucky car to have these three drive her. They were not half bad looking at all!
I straighten up when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Someone was watching. I took the pair of keys hidden among the weapons and looked around. No one was there. I shook it off, I must be paranoid but I got to work.
Within a week she was back up and running as if she was new. She had new seats, carpet and I had to nearly completely rebuild the engine. With the help of my brother, it didn’t take too long to take the thing apart, clean everything and change a few valves and nuts and put it back together.
My brother, Jared slipped into the passenger seat and I got into the driver’s seat. I slipped the keys into the ignition and turned the key. A big grin grew on my lips as the heavenly purr echoed through the quiet night. I looked over at Jared, who had a similar expression on his face and pulled away from the driveway.
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As Y/n and her brother drove into the night, Castiel watched on with a smile. He had hoped you’d be the ones to pick her. The Impala was back up and running and Cas knew it could only mean one thing. Trouble.
WEDIM DAY TWENTY-FOUR
THIS IS PART TWO OF ‘UP AND RUNNING’ SO IF YOU HAVEN’T READ PART ONE CLICK HERE!
SUPERNATURAL X READER
WORD COUNT: 1082
WARNINGS: Character death, fire mentioned, demons
SUMMARY: Years have passed, the Winchesters have gone and everything is okay. The impala was been put to rest in an old junkyard, slowly rotting away until you and brother come along. It calls out to you and before you know it you’re both sent down a road that’ll change your life
A/n: You asked for it any I delivered! Here’s part two of Up and Running! I have a good feeling about this so far let’s hope I don’t ruin it for myself ha! There’s only one week left of WEDIM! Where did the theme go, if there is anything you want to see me write please let me know!
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A week had passed since we left the house, it was just me, Jared and the open road. The car seemed to drive itself as if it knew every road and path. According to the milometer, it’d travelled a hell of a long way! Sam and Dean must have driven her everywhere!
I told Jared about everything that’d I’d found in the car and together we tried to piece together more information on the brothers. From what Jared had found in the first hour wI could quickly tell these guys were bad news.
We decided to stop in a nearby hotel for the night, getting some rest before we headed back onto the road. I still didn’t know exactly where we were going, I just was letting the car run, she sounded so beautiful doing it seemed mean to stop her.
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I woke up to my brother screaming and pounding on the door of the hotel room. I went to get up out of bed but I quickly realised I couldn’t. A strong force pushed hard against my chest and legs, pinning me to the bed kept me still. I tried to struggle but even with the most effort I could give, I couldn’t even move my little finger. I could move my eyes however and quickly try to look around to see what or who was holding me down.
A smug looking man sat at the end of my bed, his bright yellow eyes glowed in the early morning light. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. I tried again but nothing more than a pained squeak came out.
I panicked.
“Ah, ah, ah. That is not how this is going to go,” The man at the end of my bed said. He stood up and walked over to the side of the bed, nearest my head. He ran a cold bony finger along my neck and up my jawline if I could have screamed or said anything I would have.
“Y/n!” I could hear Jared on the other side of the door, he kicked and slammed his weight into the door but it didn’t budge. I wondered how now one in the hotel had been woken by his noise for a moment but I was quickly brought back to reality by the man speaking to me again.
“I would never have guessed that the Winchesters had some little spawn running around still. It’ll be a pleasure showing you how this all started,”
Winchesters? He thought I was a Winchester!
From what I could tell about the Winchesters they were very dangerous people. They’d been arrested for trying to assassinate the president so I didn’t surprise me that this man knew who they were. But why would he think I was related to them?
I watch in horror as the man pulls out a silver knife the length of his palm. I try to move out of the invisible force but it was completely useless. The man slid the blade across his palm and swore under his breath before letting out an evil laugh.
“This is going to be so much fun,” He said. The blood from his hand dripped onto the floor and he slowly moves his hand up to meet my face. The warm blood splashes onto my skin and I wince at the disgusting feeling. I can feel it trickle down my cheek and into the crook of my neck and immediately feel like I’m going to throw up. The man laughs more now as he places his bloody hand over my mouth. I try to scream, to move or to do anything but I still was completely paralysed.
I try so hard to keep my mouth shut, I couldn’t let that blood going in my mouth if I did who know what could happen. The man held his other hand over my nose to stop me from breathing and soon when I began to pass out, I opened my mouth again to let some oxygen in and the blood dripped into my mouth with it.
I tried to spit it out, to not swallow but I couldn’t. It was forced down my throat and I could do nothing to stop it, it was like my body wanted me to swallow it!
As quickly as I swallowed it the man disappeared and the force lifted off me. I gasped and cried out in relief. I run to the bathroom and immediately wash the metallic taste out of my mouth then I hear a blood-curdling scream. Jared!
I run back into the bedroom and Jared pinned to the wall. I screamed and ran over to him, trying to get him down. His eyes were shutting and his face was going blue. Something was strangling him! Before I could do anything to help him I was thrown back to the opposite wall, my back smashing against the brick wall, winding me badly. I collapsed onto the floor in a heap. I could do nothing but watch in horror as the man from before appeared in front of Jared. The man turned back to me for a moment, smiled and then flicked his wrist up sending my brother up the wall. He rose higher and higher then slowly onto the ceiling. This was something straight out of a horror movie! I screamed and sobbed as a large blood patch began to grow and seem through his white t-shirt. Jared’s eyes were completely shut, he stopped moving.
“No!” I screamed at the man. “Let him go! Let him go!”
The man said nothing, he turned to me again, yellow eyes glowing then snapped his fingers and vanished. In that instant heat erupted from the room. Orange, yellow and red flames exploded from Jared. I screamed and stood up, I had to go, I knew that, but I didn’t want to leave him.
“I’m so sorry!” I whispered as I ran out of the room. I didn’t even both bringing my bag with me. I just ran out of the building, pulled the fire alarm and sat in my car. I made it just in time as-as soon as I shut the door the building exploded into flames.
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It didn’t take long for the fire crew to arrive. Three fire engines, four ambulances and two hours later the fire was out. Four people had been killed in the fire, including Jared. They didn’t found his body, I just assumed it would have been burnt to a crisp at that point. I sat in my car, holding on to the steering wheel for support as I cried.
I cried for hours and hours. By the time I stopped it was night time. Only the charred, smouldering remains of the hotel remained along with an eerie quiet. I took a deep breath and calmed myself for a moment. Whoever that man was, whatever that man, was he was going to pay.
I still couldn’t get the man’s words out of my head, though. Why did he think I was related to Sam and Dean Winchester? What did he mean by that this was how it started?
One thing was for sure, I needed to learn more about these Winchesters? Who were they and why the hell was my brother killed because of them?
