dean finds out sam is going to Stanford but he doesn’t want him to leave. So he stalks him, kidnaps him, and keeps him captive and he does some non-con stuff to him. sam tries to escape but dean catches him again.
stalker dean who leaves things for sam in his room his freshman and sophomore year. at first they’re helpful, extra socks, pack of pencils, or instant coffee when he knows sam has a big test. then it gets weird—weapons slowly mixing in (got to keep him well prepared) and eventually even a few pairs of panties. sam at first thinks it’s his roommate, but as it gets weirder begins to have his suspicions. he shoves it down and pretends it’s not dean even though he knows it is.
i’m feral for the idea of stalker!dean cause imagine how good he’d be at it.
no trace ever left of him but somehow, sam can feel him in the air. he could feel dean no matter what, anywhere. he drives himself insane almost trying to look for something, anything. any clue that justifies his paranoia but everything is untouched.
still, he feels him. watching. usually at night just before he crawls into bed. reaching for his lamp, he pauses. an electric buzz settles around sam as he feels eyes on him. he swears someone’s watching! but as his eyes dart around to the window, closet, door, even the foot of his tiny bed. yet still, nothing is out of place.
laying down with every hair of his still on end, sam tries to tell himself it’s fine. just nerves from being in a new place.
but just as he’s drifting, floating somewhere between sleep and consciousness. sam swears he can barely hear it, just a whisper,
sort of sam/dean drabble (557 words), kind of just a prologue but idk if i'll get around to writing more
set during stanford era, dean started taking jobs as close to stanford as he could to keep an eye on sam in his spare time until he eventually ends up just watching sam at all times when he's not on a job, but people start to notice.
content warnings: stalking, implied sex (jess/sam)
"Sam?" He turns to face his friend, Matt, who called him. He puts a hand on Sam's shoulder to lean in a little so he could be heard over the music. "I don't wanna worry you, but there's a guy over by the bar that's been watching you the whole time we've been here."
Without turning his head, Sam flicks his eyes to the side, seeing the bar in his periphery. His nostrils flare as he tries to contain a smile. Dean is there.
"We thought maybe he just thinks you're cute but it's been hours now." Jess, his girlfriend, says from the other side of him.
"How do you know he's looking at me?" Sam asks unbothered. He wraps an arm around Jess's waist and kisses her cheek before continuing. "Maybe he was looking at the beautiful girl next to me." Despite herself, Jess laughs a little. Matt doesn't find it too funny.
"It's definitely you," he reiterates with his big arms crossed over his chest. Sam lifts his eyebrows seeing how genuinely concerned Matt seems. "When you went to the bathroom, he got up and followed you. You didn't see him in there?"
Sam shakes his head. Dean would never come that close and make it too obvious. Then again, he clearly isn't being very subtle if other people are noticing. Humming, Matt tenses.
"Want me to tell him to back off?" He asks seriously, making Sam smile.
"It's fine. He hasn't done anything." Though Sam doesn't mind his brother's antics, Matt and Jess are clearly perturbed at the thought of someone watching him. "Are you guys ready to go then?"
"Yeah, sure," Jess chirps. They hadn't planned to be out long anyway, so they agree to leave. Matt calls for a cab, and as it pulls away, Sam clasps his hand with Jess's as they begin to walk the few blocks back to their apartment.
With one hand busy, he shoves the other into his jacket pocket and fidgets with a loose string. He tries not to be obvious, but every time he passes a window or car mirror, he checks behind them to catch a glance of Dean. By the time he and Jess get home, he still hasn't seen Dean, and he's not disappointed...
Being chivalrous, he lets Jess into their apartment building first, and if his eyes dart around the street when he closes the door, that's just just to check there's no danger lurking outside.
It takes him so long to finally close the door that Jess is already in the bedroom when he locks it. She's waiting for him when he steps into the dimly lit room, sitting almost naked on the close side of the bed. He smiles as he moves towards her, taking her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her.
Her leg hooks over Sam's hip as she gently pulls him on top of her as she lies back. He laughs as they fall back. Pushing himself up, he lifts his shirt. Just as it covers his eyes, he notices the curtains are left open, and as his clothes drop to the floor, and his mouth presses against his girlfriend's neck, he can't help but keep an eye on the window, wondering if anyone would climb the fire escape stairs and look through.
Summary: The reader notices a man following her one night at a bar. Things escalate when she finds a green eyed stranger in her home but he might not be what he seems at first glance...
“Y/N,” said Emily from behind the bar. You were halfway to sliding off your barstool when she caught your wrist. “Dylan’s gonna walk you to car.”
Your head turned and you glanced out the dark window of the bar out to the street.
“Is that guy out there again?” you said quietly.
“Matt said he saw him passing by a few times from his post out front,” she said.
“Thanks, Em,” you said. “I might take a bit of a break from the bar for a bit.”
“You got my number?” she asked and you nodded. “Be safe girl, okay? Call if you need anything.”
“I will,” you said. You gave her a hug and sighed as Dylan walked out from the back with a smile.
“Watch her ass,” said Emily.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you home safe.”
You jumped as you were climbing the stairs of your house twenty minutes later. The back door had unlatched and you could hear it creaking in the wind. You swallowed as you spun around slowly, breath catching in your throat when you saw the man with the short brown hair and green eyes standing on the landing.
You chucked your purse at him and tried running but he grabbed your ankle and dragged you back down to the foyer and threw a hand over your mouth.
“Relax,” he said, pinning your wrists together in one hand. He was straddling you and you tried swinging your legs up to try and pull him off but he was sat back just far enough to make that useless. You panted under his hand, trying to break free but he seemed patient enough to let you struggle.
After a moment you stopped and took deep breaths through your nose, the man satisfied with your response.
“Y/N, I’m not gonna hurt you but you need to come with me whether you want to or not. I don’t expect you to believe me and I don’t expect you to not fight back. I don’t expect you to not try and runaway either. But I’m doing this for your own good. Now if I move my hand away and you promise to be quiet, I won’t put tape over your mouth, understand?”
You nodded and he waited a moment before he moved his hand away.
“You gonna pretend you’re some kind of undercover cop or something,” you got out as he reached behind himself and pulled out zip ties. Thick ones that wouldn’t break like the ones in your self-defense class.
“No. I’m not a cop,” he said as he slipped them over your wrists and tugged them taut. “I used to work in sales. I recently took a sabbatical.”
“You’re gonna kill me, you’re gonna-” you said before his hand was over your mouth again. He sighed and reached over to a bag by the door, taking out a roll of tape. You shook your head and he frowned.
“You said you’d be quiet and you’re not being very quiet, Y/N. It won’t stay on long. I gotta get you someplace safe first is all,” he said.
Thirty minutes later you were being carried over a shoulder, kicking your bound feet against the back of his leg, smacking your fists against his chest. He’d pulled into a garage so you had no idea where you were other than the inside of a very nice house. He’d taken the highway at some point so you figured he’d driven to the outskirts of the city. He worked in sales. Maybe he was a big financial guy or something like that.
He nearly dropped you as you went down a flight of stairs to a basement. He opened a door and you looked around, the space finished with a couch and TV in there. There looked to be a bedroom and bathroom at least from your upside down view. He plopped you down in a metal chair and you whimpered when you realized it was bolted down.
“Relax,” he said. He tied your upper body back against it and cut your legs free before securing them each to a leg. When he was satisfied he stood and pulled the tape off.
“I’m gonna kill you the second I get out of this. I know people. Everybody is gonna find me and-” you said before the man put his hand over your mouth again.
“Your best odds were back at the house. We both know that. No one has a fucking clue who I am and you will go missing and the trail will go cold and you will learn that I am on your side. Understand?”
“Put your dick anywhere near me and I’ll bite it off,” you said when he removed his hand.
“I imagine you would. You’re angry right now which is completely understandable. The only time you’ll be in this chair is when you’re a threat to me or yourself. Eventually you’ll understand that I am doing this to protect you.”
“You kidnapped me to protect me. Ah yes, you learn that at serial killer…” you trailed off when he narrowed his eyes.
“I am potentially destroying my own life just so you can live. I would suggest dropping the attitude.”
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” you said quietly. He crossed his arms and looked you up and down. “Please let me go. I’ll never say a word to anyone. I promise.”
“I’m sorry but that can’t happen. I’m the bad guy right now so an even worse bad guy doesn’t find you.”
“Please. I-”
“I said you won’t believe me but someday you will and not because of stockholm syndrome or some shit. You’ll do it because you know I’m right. You’ll do it because you know you can trust me.”
“Trust what?” you asked, hoping maybe a softer approach would get you farther.
“The man that’s been stalking you? He’s an actual serial killer. He wants to take you and hurt you and kill you. He is so powerful though you don’t even know. Police aren’t your friends this time, Y/N. The only way to keep you safe from him is to kidnap you myself so even you don’t know where you are. It sounds so much like bullshit. I get it. But it’s the truth. It’s-”
“You have green eyes,” you said as something clicked for you. “Green eyes. Not blue eyes. Green.”
“What does-”
“You work for Sachman & Associates. I fucking met you six months ago at the charity gala,” you said. He dropped his head and you nodded your head. “Who was the man with blue eyes. The big shot. Who was he?”
“Why?” breathed out Dean.
“Because he gave me creepy vibes that night and you noticed. You fucking noticed. Powerful enough to own the police? Blue eyes from the end of a bar I noticed months back? Who the fuck is he and who the fuck are you.”
“I found out a secret about my boss and he wants you. There have been others before you and he was going to make a move very, very soon. So I did a bad thing to stop an innocent woman from getting hurt. There’s no way if I just said this to you randomly you’d believe me. No way. The only way you were safe from him was if you didn’t know where you were, it you’re out of sight. You don’t have to believe me. I will happily go to prison for this after he’s gone but until then you need to stay here whether you want to or not.”
“What’s your name?” you asked.
“Dean Winchester.”
“Dean, untie me.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t trust you not to run off.”
“I’m supposed to trust your crazy story but you can’t trust me to stay here?”
“I didn’t say it was fair,” he said.
“Trust goes both ways,” you said. He stared at you for a good solid minute before he cut your feet free. He undid the rope around your chest and your hands. You stretched out and sighed before you kicked him in the back and ran for the stairs. You got all the way up them and saw a front door before you were tackled in a hallway. “Ow.”
“I knew you were gonna try that,” he said with a pant as he sat back with your arms pinned behind you. You took a deep breath and dropped your head. “Y/N, I’m not fucking around. I-”
“W-Who the fuck is that?” you asked as you stared into a home office. “That picture.”
“My boss. The one that wants to kill you. I-”
“Okay,” you said. You stopped struggling against him and after a moment he released your hands. He stood up and put a hand on your bicep, walking you into the office with him. You stared at the picture on the wall, a whole lot of articles and things taped up around it. “I believe you.”
“Okay that’s a little fast. I mean I’m not trying to make a case against myself but you really should take things with a grain of salt,” said Dean.
“Dean, I know that man. When I was...when I was in college me and my friend got pretty wasted one night and walked back from a party. An older guy offered to give us a ride, said it was safer that way. I got bad vibes from him but she went. I didn’t see her again after that. They never found her. He looked so different but his eyes...see?” you said, pointing at an article. “That’s her. That’s-”
“Please believe me,” he said as he let go of your arm. You looked him in the eye before you punched him in the dick. He groaned and dropped to his knees. “Y/N.”
“You deserved that.”
“Yes, I did,” he said. He sat back on his heels and you crossed your arms.
“I can...forget about the whole kidnapping me thing,” you said. “If you make sure this guy doesn’t find me.”
“We’re isolated out here. You’re safe,” said Dean as he got to his feet. “And you don’t have to do that. I did a fucked up thing. If you want to press charges-”
“Keep me alive and I’ll let it go. Deal?” you said.
“Deal.”
“What was your next step after you grabbed me?” you asked as you looked at the wall.
“I was planning to...you know…” said Dean. You raised an eyebrow and Dean shrugged. “Come on. You want to what, get him arrested? I already told you, he’s buddy buddy with the heads of the police. He’ll get off and probably pin it on me or even you.”
“I didn’t say it was a bad idea. I just think there’s a way to do this so he doesn’t bother anyone and you don’t have to be a murderer.”
“I’ve been thinking of alternates for months and got nothing. I’d love to hear your plan if you have one.”
“You say he’s friends with cops? I bet he’s not friends with federal agents,” you said.
“How the hell would-”
“Dean. Think for a minute buddy. Don’t you think it’s a little odd that I didn’t panic that much?” you asked. He stared at you and shook his head.
“Oh fuck,” he said, wiping his hand over his face. “Fuck me, what’d I do.”
“Kidnapped a US Marshall for starters,” you said with a smile. He groaned and shut his eyes. “Dean, we know exactly who Mr. Paul Jones is. The thing we do need is evidence though.”
“So I kidnapped a Marshall and fucked up your investigation of a serial killer,” said Dean. He sat down in a chair and put his head in hands. “Fuck.”
“I thought a good samaritan offered to assist the lead agent on the case considering he has insider information we could really use. That’s what my report will say.”
He tilted his head up and you smiled.
“I see no reason for you to get in trouble for trying to save a woman’s life. I know bad guys, Dean. You’re not playing for their team, understand?”
“How can I help?” he asked as he got to his feet.
“When you took me, how discrete were you? Did neighbors see? Did you check that Paul wasn’t there?”
“He was at a fundraiser tonight. I saw his work schedule. It’s-” said Dean as the lights went out.
“He saw you and followed you,” you said. “Do you have a gun?”
“I don’t think that’ll help you out now Marshall,” said Paul as he rounded the corner and walked in the room. You frowned and he smiled. “It took a long time to track you down and Dean? You’re not getting that promotion after this.”
“Fuck you.”
“Alright,” he said. He pulled a gun out and aimed in Dean’s direction. The window shattered behind you and Paul dropped lack a sack of bricks, the gun slidng across the room. You dropped down, Dean picking it up with a sigh. He held out a hand and made a motion with his fingers. You got to your feet, Dean pouting as he stared down at Paul.
“I really wanted to see him on trial too,” said Dean. You watched him handle the gun with ease and the power turned back on, some people in black coats walking inside.
“You’re a cop,” you said.
“Undercover one. I didn’t realize we were working your case otherwise we would have ran this up the chain,” he said.
“I’ll let it slide if we get a peak at your evidence. Must have had something good,” you said.
“Yeah, we do. We’ll talk outside.”
“Hey,” said Dean the next morning at the police station. He brought in some coffee and you smiled. “Long night.”
“Yes it has been,” you said. You sipped on the too hot liquid and sat back against the table. “You call Shelby’s parents?”
“Yeah. We got ID’s on the girls,” he said. “He was coming for you last night. There was something off about you we couldn’t figure out. Y/N Smith didn’t exist before the past couple years. We had a working theory you were an apprentice of his or something in exchange for your life. I was never much a fan of that one. I just thought you were on the run from him.”
“Kinda true,” you said. “Sorry for punching you in the nuts.”
“Eh, it’s fine,” he chuckled. “I had suspicions when you didn’t freak out and were trying a few tactical moves to get away from me. Glad they turned out to be right.”
“If there’s ever a next time, you can be the bait, hm?”
“Deal, sweetheart,” he chuckled. You shook hands on it, Dean sitting back against the table with you. “Your boss just had a long chat with me on the phone. He thought I should apply to the Marshall service. He said I’d have no problem getting in.”
“We got a guy retiring in a few months, he’d love a young gun to back fill him,” you said.
“He said it was your call,” said Dean.
“Gonna kidnap me again?”
“Only if I have to,” he smiled.
“Put me as a reference on your application,” you said. “I’ll see you in a few months when you get out of training, Dean.”
“Looking forward to it, sweetheart.”
“Oh and Dean?” you said as you started to leave. “You owe me dinner.”
“Won’t I be your junior partner?”
“Oh yeah. Normally I’d pay and all but I’m normally only a fan of a man pinning me down when I ask him to,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and you winked. “I’ll be senior partner. Doesn’t mean I’m your boss. Just something to keep in mind.”
“Maybe I can come visit some weekend, you know, take you out to that dinner early,” he smirked.
As I continue down the hallway I pull out the note and saw something else on the sticky note.
Our Secret xxx-xxx-xxxx Dean
A shudder went down my neck looking at the small sticky note with those 10 numbers. Why did he give it to me, I just met him he knows nothing about me. I shook my heading clearing my thoughts as I ripped the sticky note where the number is and put it in my pocket. Entering the class I quickly passed the note to her.
She gave me a quick smile before returning to her lecture as I quickly rushed to my seat. The class went by with ease our professor gave us an essay and work and sent us on our way with a smile.
Since I was finished with all my class, I made my way to the parking lot where Claire and Kaia were waiting.
“Took you long enough I was going to leave,” Claire smirked starting up the jeep. I stuck my tongue out and hopped in the back. As we started pulling out I felt a feeling I was being watched. I turned around in my seat and look out across the parking lot and saw no one. Weird.
As we headed to Claire’s as we were staying for dinner with her mom Jody and older sister Alex. Claire and Kaia chatted away in the front while I was left with my thoughts, feeling the sticky note in my pocket I pulled it out and stared at it. ‘Should I? This is probably a bad idea. Y/n calm down it just your teacher's number.’ Grabbing my phone I put in the number and named the contact ‘D. Winchester’
We pulled up to her house and climbed out and headed to the door and inside. As we walked in I saw Jody sitting at the dining table reading files for a case she was on. Always having important things as Sheriff, “Hey Jody.” Kaia and I said as we kicked off our shoes.
“Hey girls, Dinner will be ready soon and Claire tell Alex that someone was calling her on the house phone.” Jody greeted looking up giving a smile before looking back at the files.
“Sure thing mom.” Claire responding as we headed upstairs to her room. As we passed Alex’s room Claire banged on the door “Alex you’re boyfriend is calling you on the house phone.” She yelled to get a ‘thanks’ yelled back through the door.
We entered Claire’s room as she flopped onto the bed I laughed at her childish antics. Kaia hopped onto the bed cause Claire to roll over. I sat at her desk rolling over to her bed and putting my feet on the bed.
“Claire why were you so mad at De-Mr.Winchester for being in our class.” I questioned as I never got an answer from this morning Claire looked up at the ceiling and click her tongue.
“When I told Dean and Sam I got into this college. Sam was happy for me since he works there and it was a good school. Dean, on the other hand, said I wouldn’t get far and I would get kick out,” She said a small frown on her face. “Words were shouted and I said ‘You watch me succeed and I will rub it in your smug face.” she huffed Kaia grabbed her hand a gave it a squeeze.
“Well after that I haven’t seen him until now no text nothing we both drop off the radar that’s why I’d stay away from Dean Winchester” Claire sighed not wanting to remember that memory. ‘But enough with that crap I’m 22 in my second year in this school with this scholarship that I earned and two of my best friends” She smiled.
I smiled and pulled her into a hug Kaia joining in. Claire groaned pushing us away with a small smile “Gross.” she gagged as we both laughed. As I laughter settled we heard Jody yell for us to come downstairs, Claire and Kaia raced downstairs while I stayed behind. I pulled out my phone looking at the contact ‘Claire has a rough relationship with him but should that dictate what happens’ I sigh I’ll worry about it later.
The sound of my alarm woke me from my dreams. “5 more minutes” I mumble the alarm continued to go off. I groaned and rolled out of bed shutting off my alarm. Getting ready and grabbing an apple and coffee I headed out just on time for Claire and Kaia.
The door that read Law opened before I could grab the handle and out walked Dean. Bumping into him slightly I almost spilled my coffee.
“Woah!” he yelped as I jumped back he grabbed my waist. We stared at each other not realizing how close we were to each other. “Hey,” I whispered he stared back at me. I pulled back and adjust my bag strap.
“Sorry, Mr. Winchester.” I apologized he sent me a small smile. “it’s alright Y/n.” he grinned placing his hand on my shoulder. I shivered at his touch not noticing how his eyes darken. I pulled back and walked around him heading into Sam’s class.
Sam looked up from his desk seeing me walk in as I toss the apple I grabbed before leaving. “Morning Sammy,” I said playful seeing him pull a face here that nickname.
“Y/n just because I let you call me Sam doesn’t mean you can call me Sammy.” He joked around ruffling up my hair. I laughed pushing his hand away trying to fix my mess of hair, he let out a laugh as I try to fix the mess. As we calmed down we heard someone clear there throat. Looking towards the door to see Dean looking extremely pissed.
“Sam a word.” he gritted out of his clench teeth.
Sam tensed and sent me a small frown I looked over a Dean frowning as he avoided my gaze. Walking over to my seat as more students walk in and Sam returns avoiding my gaze his mood dampen. I sighed and let the class go on.
The bell rang dismissing us I got up quickly hoping to ask Sam what's wrong but he walked quickly to his office and closed the door. I let a breath of frustration and headed out. I headed over to the cafe for lunch when I heard a faint yell of my name.
Turning around to see a lanky boy run up to me holding my phone in his hand. “Hey you left your phone in Sam’s class,” he said slightly out of breath giving me a small smile. “Thanks...” I hesitated not knowing his name.
“Jack... Jack Kline,” he responded handing over my phone. I gave him a smile, he shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Hey, do you wanna get lunch together as a thank you,” I asked tucking a piece of hair behind my ear slightly blushing.
“Yeah... definitely,” he answered a grin on his face I nodded and grabbed his hand and started walking to the cafe. Not knowing a man in the shadows watching the entire interaction.
“No..no then Claire looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘there only one sheriff in this town’ before passing out,” I explained as we both laughed. Jack wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard and I struggled to breathe from laughing as well.
“I’m not surprised Claire did that you and Kaia are the voice of reasoning in her life.” He added causing me to giggle my face turning pink. I sighed as we walked in silence only to be interrupted by my phone buzzing. Claire- ‘Hey where r u we’re waiting’ I groaned completely forgetting the time as I was distracted by Jack
“Crap the girls are waiting for me I didn’t even notice the time,” I said looking at the clock on my phone. “Same I had fun.” He said with a boyish grin. I blushed staring at him.
“Y/n waited!” he yelled while I was walking away. I turned around as he grabbed my wrist “I really liked to be able to hang out again.” he said slightly nervous. “Jack Kline, are you asking for my number? I said smirking a bit.
“If I was is it working?” he flirted back. Giving a boyish grin that can make any girl swoon. “yes it may have just worked.” I replied taking his phone and putting my number in. I smiled at.
“Bye Jack.” I waved starting to walk away “Bye Y/n” he responded giving a killer smile.
When I walked out to the parking lot I saw Claire and Kaia waiting. “Finally what took you so long?” Claire whined wanting to get home, I smiled looking at my phone to see I got a text xxx- Hey its jack I had fun “Hey y/n are you listening at al-why are you smiling at your phone?” She said with a smirk.
“Nothing,” I responding quickly Claire hummed will I climb in only to get a feeling someone was looking at me. Taking a quick glance only to see no one.
As we pulled out I didn’t see someone coming out the shadows “You'll be mine.” They said as they walked to there car and drove off.
A/N- And chapter 2 is out we finally have Jack and the reader meeting and a relationship forming. Dean is madly jealous. Sneak peek it's your birthday Woop Woop. let me know how you’re enjoying it.
