Supernatural x Male reader
Pilot, part 1
Lawrence, Kansas, 22 years ago.
The moon shines through the town, giving light to the darkness. Dogs barking and crickets chirping disturbing the silence of the night. A large tree with barely holding leaves, stands tall in front one of several suburban homes. A blonde woman wearing a white nightgown carries a four years old boy in one hand while holding hands with a two years old boy with the other, entering into a dark room.
“Come on. Let’s say goodnight to Sam.” The woman says, turning on the lights of the room to show a nursery. In the light, you can tell the four years old boy have little physical traits of the woman while the two years old have no resemblance. The baby in the crib looks over at the new comers in his room. The woman sets down the child in her arms down next to the other child.
“Night, Sam.” The four years old boy says, kissing the baby on the forehead. Leaning back, the boy holds the younger boys’ hand. The younger boy just waves at the baby with his other hand and smiles widely. The woman smiles at the two boys affection towards each other. Brushing the baby’s hair, she gives a kiss on his forehead, “Goodnight, love.”
“Dean, (M/n).” A familiar males voice rings through the room, catching the attention of everyone in the room. The male stands in the doorway, wearing a USMC t-shirt. Before (M/n) can react, Dean runs over to the male, dragging the younger by his hand, “Daddy!”
“Hey.” The male smiles, scooping up the two boys in his arms. Dean on his left and (M/n) on his right. Both the children easy to carry for the male, especially the younger. “So what do you guys think? Do you think Sammy’s ready to toss around a football yet?” The male gestures his head to the baby in the crib.
Dean shakes his head, laughing. “No, daddy.” The male looks over at the two years old boy to see the boy laying his head on his shoulder sound asleep. The male laughs, looking over to his wife. The woman smiles, silently walking pass the three males. “You got them?” She asks, looking at the two boys in her husbands arms.
“I got them.” The male nods, watching Dean lean over and caresses the younger boys’ cheek. The woman nods, walking away. The male looks over to the crib, watching Sam kicking his feet a little. “Sweet dreams, Sam.” And with that, the male tells Dean to flick the switch off to turn the lights off and goes to the room of the two boys.
Sam gurgles a little, sucking on his hand. The mobil above Sam’s crib starts to spin, getting the attention of Sam. The clock in the room clicks away. Click, click, until it stops. Then the night light flickers on and off, the monitor on a night stand next to a lovely picture of the man and the woman shows whats happening in the nursery room. The monitor then starts to make strange noises, waking up the woman in bed. Turning on the night stand light, she calls out for her husband only to get no respond. Getting up, She heads down to the nursery to see a silhouette of a man, standing over Sam’s crib.
“John? Is he hungry?” The woman asks, only to be hushed by him. “Alright.” Sighing, the woman turns around and starts heading down the hallway. Getting to the stairs, she notices the light by the stairs flickering. Frowning, she taps on the bulb to at least try getting it to work, which it did. She then notices more flickering lights coming from downstairs. Investigating, she goes down the stair only to stop dead in her tracks. Her heart stops, her mouth hanging open. There, in front of her is another man on the couch sleeping away while the t.v. played. ‘If John’s here...then who’s...’
“Sammy!? Sammy!” The woman rushes up the stairs and enters the nursery. A loud scream echo’s through the house, waking up John. “Mary?” John calls out, panic running through him. Running up the stairs he enters Sam’s room to see nothing but Sam in his crib. Sighing in relief thinking the scream he heard was just the t.v., he pulls down the side of the crib down. “Hey Sam, you okay?”
John then notices a dark drop of liquid next to Sam. Farrowing his brows, he see’s more liquid dropping in the same place. Looking up, John stops breathing. There, Mary, sprawled across the ceiling with a wound in her stomach making the white nightgown to absorb the red liquid. “No! Mary!” Before John can move, his wife bursts into flames. John falls on his back not moving a muscle, can’t stop staring, like he was frozen in his place until the wail of his son knocked him into reality. Scooping up his baby son, John rushes out of the room seeing Dean rushing over with a curious face while dragging a dazed (M/n) that was rubbing his eyes to get rid of sleepiness.
“Daddy!?” Dean calls out, noticing the fear and worry on his dad’s face. Without thinking, John shoves Sam into Dean’s chest. Dean quickly lets go of (M/n)’s hand and wraps both hands around Sammy. “Take your brother and (M/n) outside as fast as you can! Now, Dean, go!” John shoves the oldest to start running while grabbing the (h/c) haired boy’s wrist and places it on Dean’s shoulder. Getting the jest, (M/n) grips Dean’s shirt. Feeling the tight grip of (M/n), Dean starts to run off. John then turns to the nursery, calling out his wife’s name only to see fire flooding the room.
Dean runs outside, clutching his little brother in his chest. “It’s okay, Sammy. It’s okay, (M/n).” Dean whispers out, looking down at the crying baby and then to the younger boy that was still clutching his shirt. Dean then looks up at his house, to see Sammy’s window flickering with gold like light. (M/n)’s attention gets caught by John running out the front door, towards them. Picking up all the boys, John keeps running. “I gotcha.” John says reassuringly. The children slightly jump when fire explodes from the window.
The sound of police sounds through the night. Flashes of red light, lights up the neighborhood. Firefighters going in and out of the house while hosing the house down. Paramedics standing by in case of an injury. Police officers holding back people that want to get to close to the burning house. Across the street of the house, John, Dean, and (M/n) sat at the hood of a black Impala. John staring longing at the remnants of the fire while holding Sammy. Dean having an arm around (M/n)’s shoulder, watching (M/n) play with his own fingers on his lap. (M/n) lays his head on Deans shoulder with tears leaking out of his eyes. “Mary wif mummy an daddy?” (M/n) whispers out, getting the attention of Dean. Dean looks up at his daddy only to see him just staring at the house...what’s left of the house.
Pizza Polar, Present day. Oct, 30, 2005.
The sound of phones ringing, people talking and the smell of pizza wafted in the air. Even though the air conditioner was on, the heat of the ovens and the constant moving made the workers sweat. A male pops up behind the counter, money in hand that he accidentally dropped. He apologizes to the lady that was glaring at him on the other side of the counter. The lady snatches her change and grabs the pizza that was on the counter and leaves the polar. The male brushes his (h/c) hair back in frustration. “Hey, Benton. A customer pacifically wanted to deliver their order from you. So head out.”
The (h/c)nette raises his eyebrows surprised put nods. Quickly loading the order in the passenger side of his red Nissan Versa, he drives off. The male can’t help but wonder who would want him to deliver their pizza pacifically. He barely talks to people so there’s no way for someone to know his fake name. Unless...if it was that guy he delivered to yesterday. He gotta admit, that guy is pretty handsome so he couldn’t help but flirt a little bit. Parking, the (e/c) eyed male looks around to see that he was in front of a shabby motel.
“Huh, when that guy says that he wanted to fuck around in a secluded place...this isn’t what I had in mind.” You mutter to yourself. ‘It’s like that porno with the pizza guy but gay,’ a fluster smile crosses your face from the thought. Grabbing the pizza, you step out of your car. Pulling out the piece of paper that has the address and room number from your hooded tartan jacket, you sped walk to the right door. Clearing your throat, you look down at yourself, making sure you look good. With giddy, you raise your hands to knock but before you can, the door opens.
“Dean?!” You gasp, mouth and eyes wide open in shock. The male gives you a bright smirk before eyeing the pizza. “I’ll take that.” The brown short haired male grabs the pizza, heading inside. Snapping out of the shock, you quickly get in the motel room, shutting and locking the door behind you. Sighing, you turn around to see Dean already stuffing his mouth with the cheesy pizza, completely ignoring your presence. “Dean.” You called out, grabbing the green eyed male’s attention. He looks at you, mouth full with a string of cheese dangling at the side of his mouth. You bite your lip to not let out a small giggle pass your lips at his adorable action. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to pick you up.” Dean says, swallowing the food in his mouth. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he meant by that. “Pick me up for what?” You ask, sitting down on the single bed in the motel, picking up a button down plaid shirt that was thrown on the bed. Going back to his pizza, Dean sits down on the chair placed next to the mini table where the box of pizza sat. “Well dad hasn’t come back from a hunting trip for awhile and thought we should check it out. Do it like the old days with you, me, and Sammy.” Processing his words while folding the shirt, you look up at the male that you once called a brother. “John hasn’t contacted you?” Dean stops mid chew once he heard you say his dad’s name instead of dad like you used to. Shaking his head, Dean puts down the half eaten pizza back to the box then turning his attention to you to see you digging into his bag of clothes, folding them neatly. Dean couldn’t stop a memory seep into his brain of you always cleaning after him and his little brother.
“Nothin. So, you in?” You look up from the shirt you were folding and close your eyes, sighing. You can’t say no. John took you under his wing, gave you a roof over your head (will multiple roofs since you all moved from one to another motel), food on the table and most importantly two loving boys by your side. No wonder Dean asked you to go since your answer is clearly a yes. “What about my clothes?” A smirk slowly spreads onto his face already knowing that that’s a yes and points to the bag on the floor next to the door. “I knew you’ll come around.” Rolling your eyes, you put down the last folded clothes inside the bag and make your way to Dean, sitting down on the other side of the mini table. Picking up the half eaten pizza, Dean pushes it towards your lips until you took a small bite from it. Nodding in satisfaction, he goes back to eating the piece.
“How you find me anyway?” You ask, grabbing your own slice of pizza. A small tight squeeze in the pit of your stomach makes you hesitate to take a bite of the cheesy greasy food, knowing that you’ll get fired once you don’t go back to the polar. It took all of your energy to live stable and that job helped a lot surprisingly. But you’ll be back, right? So you don’t have to worry on leaving your apartment that you rented and all those furniture you bought. You were actually living as a normal person now. Hanging out with friends...well does going to work and seeing the people you work with called hanging out? Having regular people to have sex with...even if those people were all male? Your life right now has been anything but normal. A normal life has you all happy and excited, but why can’t you feel it?
“Well, since dad and I keep tabs on you. You aren’t that hard to find, (M/n).” Dean snaps you out of your thoughts. Hearing his words you scoffed, kicking his foot under the table. “It’s nice knowing I have stalkers.” Dean lets out a chuckle, wiping the grease off his hands on his jeans. “Well if you had call us at times then we wouldn’t have to.” His statement silence the room. Biting your lips, you look down. “Sorry I haven’t called you or John since I left. I just wanted to be (M/n) Taurus, not (M/n) ‘Winchester’ for awhile.”
“What’s wrong being a Winchester?” Dean asked, a flash of hurt ran through him. You quickly shake your head, “Nothing is wrong being a Winchester. I just think that I should learn my place where I’m not related to you all and stop being a bother-” Dean claps a hand on your shoulder making you stop mid sentence. “Your never a bother. Hell, your one of us, related or not.” Feeling a light squeeze from his hand, you gently put your small hand on top of his hand that’s on your shoulder. Sighing, you pat his hand and let your hand fall to your side. Dean lets go of your shoulder and stares at the pizza box in front of him, not wanting to meet your eyes out of embarrassment.
“Well...when are we leaving?” Dean’s head snap up from excitement. He couldn’t contain his smile crossing his face. Clearing his throat, he quickly tries to cover his smile. Getting up, he walks over to his bag with neatly clothes inside. “Let’s go.” With that, you quickly grab your own bag of clothes and follow behind with your own smile on your face.
INT. Apartment, Oct. 31 2005
“So, this is where Sammy been living?” You ask, looking around the building waiting for Dean to open the window of Sam’s apartment. Dean easily opens the window with a smirk, turning towards you and wink. Rolling your eyes, you gesture for Dean to get in. Getting in, you look around to see Dean already making his way around the apartment. Sighing, you turn around to close the window, ‘Dean and his super entrance.’ “(M/n)?” Hearing Sam’s voice, you turn around with an uneasy smile. Sam furrows his eyebrows looking confused. Before he can say anything, a hand turns him around. With instinct (Plus the lack of lighting), Sam lunges at the figure in front of him and grips the figure shoulder, only for the figure to push his arm away. The figure throws a punch which Sam dodges it. The figure quickly grabs Sam’s arm and swings him around, shoving him back. Sam kicks his foot out but the figure blocks it and then pushes him into another room.
Seeing the whole fight, you bite your lip when you hear all the commotion on the other side of the room. Shaking your head from the trance of the fighting, you follow them to the room to see Dean pinning Sam down. “Whoa, easy, tiger.” Panting from the exhilaration, Sam’s eyes look at you and then at the man holding him down. “Dean?” Dean laughs at Sam’s face, while you nod in confirmation. “You scared the crap out of me!”
“That’s ‘cause your out of practice.” And before you nor Dean knew it, Sam grabs his brothers hand, yanking it, slamming his heel into Dean’s back, pinning him. “Or not.” Having enough of just watching, you tap Sam’s shoulder, “Let him go.” Following your order, Sam lets go of his brother. Rolling to his feet, Sam helps Dean up to his. “What the hell are you both doing here?” Adjusting his clothes, Dean looks up at his young brother. “Well, I was looking for a beer and the princess,” points at you which you scoffed at the name, “needed to go potty.” Dean couldn’t help but to put his hands on his brothers shoulders, finally seeing him in person for a long while. Shaking him in conformation, Dean lets go and puts his elbow on your shoulder to lean on. Crossing your arms at the action, you look up at Sam, giving him a small soft smile. Sam quickly gives you an uneasy smile but it quickly replaced by seriousness.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam’s question was directed at his brother, making you feel relief wash over you. You guess he wants to make up with you like you do with him. “Okay. All right. We gotta talk.” Dean replies, turning serious. “Uh, the phone?” Sam mentioned, not really wanting to have to talk with his brother face to face. Dean pulls his elbow away from you. Slumping your shoulders, you clear your throat, catching the attention of the two brothers. You point in front of you. Both brothers look where you point. The lights turn on and there stood a female you never seen in your life.
“Jess. Hey, Dean, (M/n). This is my girlfriend, Jess.” Sam introduces you to the female. Smiling at the news, you walk up to her and pull out your hand for a hand shake. Jess took your hand with a sweet smile. “I’m (M/n). Nice to meet Sam’s girlfriend for a chance.” You both chuckle. Removing your hand, you head back to your place next to Dean and Sam. Sam couldn’t help but to watch the interaction with a big smile. He’s glad that you and his girlfriend got along so far. “Wait...(M/n) and Dean...as in your brothers?” Jess smile widens at the realization.
Sam nods, looking at both his brother and his adopted brother. But his eyes lingered at Dean when he sees him looking up and down at his girlfriend. Grinning, Dean steps closer to Jess and points at her shirt. “Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother’s league.” Hitting Dean’s elbow, Dean looks at you questionably. Sam nods at your action, thanking you. Jess crosses her arms over her chest, trying to cover it since the shirt has a cut in the middle which shows way more that it should, in your opinion. “Just let me put something on.” Jess turns to go to Sams’ and her bedroom to change but Dean’s voice interrupts her.
“No, no, no, I wouldn’t dream of it. Seriously.” Moving closer to Sam without taking his eyes off of Jess. Sam stares at his brother with a stone expression while Jess looks more uncomfortable. “Sorry, you can go ahead change. We need to talk to Sam anyway.” You say, picking the end of your shirt to keep your hand busy. “Right. Talk about some private family business.” Dean reminds himself. You turn your head and glare at Dean. Feeling your glare, Dean smiles at Jess, “But, uh, nice meeting you.”
“No,” Sam shakes his head and goes over to Jess, putting an arm around her, “no, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.” Nodding, Dean looks at you and puts an arm around you. Turning back to stare at the pair straight on in front of you both. “Um, dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Sam shrugs at the information, “So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back sooner or later.” Shaking your head at Sam’s words, you turn your attention to Dean when he slightly pushes you in a little while ducking his head down, biting his lip. Looking back up, Dean looks at Sam’s hazel eyes.
“Dad’s in a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.”
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