The Unlikely Savior
“I’m finally away from that horrid family,” You mutter as you turn and start to walk down an alley. On one side was a bar; you could tell by the amount of noise coming from it, the other was some thrift shop. Hiking you backpack farther up your back you continue walking down the alley, resisting the erg to walk in the bar and get a drink. You were passing the back door of the bar when a man stumbled out, he was obviously drunk, you could tell by the way his words slurred and he swayed.
“Hayyyyyy, beautiful how come I haven’t seen you around here before,” He questions stumbling towards you. Slowly you reach into you pocket for your pepper spray, just before you were about to spray him he lunges forward and grabs your hand that was holding the spray. Fear courses through your body as you realize that you couldn’t move your hand to spray the repulsive man.
“Get away,” You say trying to sound strong, but having a quiver in your voice. You try to jerk your hand out of his grasp, but failed, for a drunk man he sure has a strong grip.
“Oh I like British girls, I would let that slide but, no one treats me like that,” The man growls the last part before kissing you roughly you on the mouth. It tasted like alcohol and dirt and just wrong. With your free hand you shoved him away from you and slap him in the face. Although he didn’t go that far, for he was still had a death grip on your wrist, before you would even register that he moved he had punched you in the face. Landing on the ground you see stars before you feel your backpack getting ripped from your back and thrown on the ground. Then the man picks you up and pushed against the wall of the alley. Wet discussing lips start making their way down your neck.
“HELP,” You scream, in your fear not remembering any of your training, “HE-“ you start to scream again, but it doesn’t get out because the man smashes his hand over your mouth to keep you from alerting people that you were in distress.
“You are going to stay still and not make a sound,” the man growls in your ear before grabbing you hair and smashing your head in the brick wall behind you, making you dazed. Before you could react he stabbed you in the arm with a needle. You knew right away that it was suppose to knock you unconscious, but you were thankful that it didn’t take affect right away. Right as his hand starts to travel up your shirt you hear a voice at the front of the alley.
“Hay,” someone yells down the alley. The man who was kissing you steps back but keeps hold of your wrist. Looking over at him you see that he has brown hair and that something was off about him, he wasn’t drunk but it was something you couldn’t put your finger on. He walks closer and you see that he has green eyes. Green eyes looks at me,” Is this man bothering you?” He questions, slowly you nod. He turns to the man holding your wrist. “Let her go and I might let you live,” He threatens putting his hand behind his back to grasp something.
“Ha. Like you could hurt me,” the man sneers, Green eyes walks up to him and punches him in the face. Over and over and over again, quickly you grab your backpack of the ground and run out of the alley the same way Green Eyes came in.
Once you get to the front of the bar and around people, you slow down to a walk not wanting to be suspicious. You were beginning to feel dizzy, a sign that the stuff the man injected you with would knock you out soon.
Close to the bar was an empty bench, you go over to it and sit down so that if you did go unconscious you would not have as big a fall to take to the ground. Putting your backpack on your lap, you look through it to make sure that you still have everything in it. Food, Check. Money, check. Clothes, check. Headphones, check, Knives, check. While you were still checking you felt someone sit next to you on the bench, you look up expecting it to be the man who attacked you. Instead it was Green eyes.
“Thank you for saving me,” You say with a small smile before feeling the effects of the anesthetic even more. “but I have to go,” You add not letting Green Eyes get a word in. Shakily you stand up and try to walk away but you stumble and Green Eyes is right there to catch you. Right as your vision fades you feel him pick you up and start to walk towards the bar.
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Your woke up on a soft bed, well softer than the ground you normally slept on. Two men were talking in hushed tones on the other side of the room. One was Green Eyes, and all you could tell about the other one was that he’s British, like you. You decided to pretend that you were asleep and listen to what they were saying.
“Come on Crowley we are keeping her,” Green eyes growls. A different man sighs in exasperation.
“But Dean think about it. She is just a runaway, we don’t need her,” the man who you presumed was Crowley stated.
“Crowley we are keeping her or I don’t help you,” Green Eyes, no, Dean growls.
“Dean are you getting sentimental?” Crowley question, you could practically feel Dean roll his eyes. Deciding that it was time to get some answers you ‘woke up’
“Uggg,” You groan as you open your eyes. Looking around the room you saw that it was a regular hotel room and that the two men who were talking were staring at you. “Uhh, H-hi,” You mutter with a small blush.
“Hi,” Dean says before turning back to Crowley,” We can let her decide,” He says, before turning back to me.
“Let me decide what,” You question looking at both of them.
“Well….” Crowley starts fading of as he realizes he doesn’t know your name
“Y/n,” You supply. Crowley nods thanks before continuing.
“Well Y/n, Dean here wants you to travel with us. I personally don’t see why he does,”
“I have one question before I answer you. What is Green Eyes?” You question using your first name for Dean not wanting to give away you were listening to them.
“What makes you think that Dean, or Green Eyes as you call him, isn’t human,” Crowley asks, while Dean Just stands their impassively.
“I knew it the first time I saw him,” You answer vaguely. Both Crowley and Dean are silent for a minuet before Dean bursts out.
“Ok your right, I’m not human. In fact I’m a demon,” You look at them both
“Very interesting,” You mutter as you survey them both, You look over at Crowley,” I assume that you are one also?” You question. Crowley nods, confirming your suspicion. You walk over to your backpack and pull out a water bottle, open it and take a swig. Slowly you walk over so you were standing in front of the two men. Taking another swig you hand the bottle out to them,” Want some it’s some homemade moonshine?” You question. Crowley shakes his head, but Dean takes the water bottle and takes a big drink.
“GAHHHHHH!” Dean yells when he swallows the Holy Water, you grab the miniaturized angel blade out of your boot and stab Crowley in the middle of his chest. His mouth opens in an O as his body flashes orange.
You turn away from him before his body crashes to the ground, Dean who has barely recovered from swallowing the holy water tosses the bottle away and turns to stare at you. You lung at him trying to stab land a blow. He blocks you and tries to punch you in the face. You turn out of the way and break his arm using your elbow. He yells out, but still tries to attack you.
You go to standing in the middle of the room and wait for him to attack. You stand their as Dean circles you trying to find an opening, but you just move in a circle always facing him. Though he can’t find an opening on you, you see tons on him.
“So you’re a hunter,” Dean sneers, you just shrug in response
Finally he just charges at you while grabbing the weapon that was strapped to the back of his belt. Turning to the side you watch as he flies past you with a dagger in his hand. You stare at the weapon as Dean goes by, it looks like the jaw bone of an animal attached to a handle of a dagger.
You gasp as Dean goes flying into the wall. Dean has the First Blade you think to yourself. Quickly you go through the lore in your head while Dean was extracting himself from the wall.
Suddenly you remember, the only way that someone can use the First Blade is if they have the Mark of Cain. But the person who has the Mark of Cain can be destroyed by the First Blade. By this time Dean had extracted himself from the wall and start to circle you again. Un-fortunately for him, he had made it so you were close to the bottle of Holy Water.
Quickly you grab the bottle, which thankfully was still half full of the water, and throw half of it on Dean. He groans in pain as you grab your back pack, looking back at him you splash the last bit of Holy Water on him to give you more time to get away.
Running out of the building Dean took you to you realize that they had just stayed in the bar. Without thinking you ran down the alley you got attacked in by last night. Once you come out the other side you turn and run out of the city.
You ran for three miles, not stopping once. Since Dean was un-doubtable looking for you, you didn’t stop at all. Soon you were too tired to run you went to a walk. Not a lot of cars were passing buy, but when they were you made the hitchhiking sight hopping to get a ride.
After several hours of trying to get a ride, a car finally stopped. Once the car stopped you looked inside the driver side window you see a man with short black hair, without meaning to you saw that he was wearing a trench coat. He rolled down the window.
“You need a ride?” The man questions,
“Yea,” You state as you get into the car with the strange man, but you didn’t think that he would hurt you. He gave you a feeling of safety.
“What’s your name?” He questions, quickly glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
“Y/n, what’s yours?”
“Castiel,” he answers. Somehow his name seems familiar, but you don’t know where.
“Well Castiel, I appreciate the ride,” You state. The rest of the ride was done in silence, but you had a dreaded feeling that you would meet Dean again.
(Did that turn of events shock you? I was going to have it where the reader kills Dean, but since he can only be killed by the First Blade so I had to let him live. Were you shocked that Crowley died? anyway I hope you liked the one shot. I certainly enjoyed writing it. Tell me if you want a part 2 and I will be happy to make one. –Megan)