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“I don’t know where I am. Help me, please.”
summary: You were going to meet up with Sam and Dean when you were taken by some man with a knife, nothing supernatural. Just a kidnapper and murderer. So you escaped and you looked for your phone to call the boys.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 776
Warnings: Kidnapping, Slight Violence, and some Dean fluff.
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You pull out your phone and dialed Dean’s number, “Please pick up, please pick up.” Straight to voicemail. “Shit,” You call again. One ring, two rings, three. “Dean pick up your fucking phone!”
“Y/N? You okay?” Dean says picking up after 5 rings.
“Dean, I don’t know where I am. Help me, please.” You sob into the phone.
“Stay on the phone, I’m on my way.” He says calmly, yet you can hear all the rustling from the other side of the line. A few seconds of silence and you hear him speak again,
“Sammy, let’s go! ... Y/N, what happened?” He says as you hear two car doors slam. One for Dean, one for Sam.
“I was taken when I was walking to meet you guys.” You said looking behind you as you keep running.
“I told you we should’ve met her at her hotel! ... Damnit!” You hear Dean yell and hit the steering wheel. You hear mumbling that sounds like Sam’s voice, probably trying to calm Dean down. Then you hear the gas revving on the impala.
“Do you see any street signs?” Dean asks intensely. As you’re out of breath, and still running you hear yelling from behind you. As you stop running and turn around, down the long road you see the man that kidnapped you running towards you in sprints.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” You yell and start running faster than before.
“Y/N, what’s going on?!” Dean yells into his phone. You hear the engine rev again.
“He’s chasing me!” You cry, out of breath and starting to feel tired.
“Y/N, look for a street sign!” Dean shot back at me.
“Um… Um…” You franticly look around for any sign at all, “Maple drive and Pennington street!” You shouted as you turned back to see the man still running towards you, closer than before.
“Sammy look at the map! Maple and Pennington! ” You hear Dean shout, then all that you can hear is your heart pounding in your head. Then, with muffled sound, you hear Dean say “Y/N we know where you are, keep running!”
“I can’t, Dean. I think... I’m gonna f-faint.” You say, still running, but slowing down and huffing your air out of your lungs.
“Yes you can, Y/N, and you need to. I’m almost there, hang on!” He shouted once again.
You slow down even more but keep moving at a fast jog. But you feel your heart beat in your throat and everything is silent, until you hear screeching tires and you turn around and see the impala pull in between you and the criminal. You see Sam jump out of the passenger seat and shoot him and Dean comes running to you.
“Y/N!” Dean bellows, he reaches you at just the point when you fall weak into him. The last thing you hear, before your mind fades to black, is Dean’s voice mutter, “Okay, it’s okay.”
~a few hours later~
You’re feeling groggy and you start to hear some voices.
“We should’ve been with her. She could’ve been killed.” Dean. That was Dean’s voice.
“There’s no way we could’ve know-”
“We should’ve known, Sam!” Dean yells. You slowly open your eyes, and groan.
“Can you two shut up?” As soon as you say that, you hear Sam laugh.
Your eyes fully open and you sit up, Sam is leaning on the wall nearby, and Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed you’re in.
“Be careful, your head got banged up pretty bad.” Dean says, reaching toward you and lightly placing his hand on the side of your head. He then feels a bit embarrassed and pulls his hand back.
“Stop worrying, I’m fine. Thank you for coming to get me.” You said as you laid a hand on Dean’s arm. “Really, you saved my life. Again.”
Dean let out a small laugh as his head hung, looking at the ground. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He admitted while lifted his head and looking into your eyes.
“I suddenly... have to... um, leave.” Sam says backing to the door and chuckling, giving you a wink before sliding out of the doorway.
“Yeah thanks, Sammy” Dean smiled as he kept his eyes on you, but shoved off his brother with a flick of his wrist. As soon as the door closes, Dean scoots closer.
“I really am so happy you’re okay, Y/N.” He says bringing his hand back up to your cheek, knowing Sam is no longer in the room. You lean into his touch and smile lightly.
“My hero.” You beamed and Dean smiled wide.
