Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love (Revisited)

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

3k word count

summary While exploring a haunted house your friend told you about, you have a chance encounter with a pair of brothers who give you a crash introduction to their world.

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

warnings mention of grave desecration (this is illegal don't do it!)

Note So I remembered my Mibba log-in and found this embarrassment of a story along with a long list of other equally embarrassing stories. I decided to challenge myself to edit and rewrite the stories and post them here. I will also include a link to the original story so you can read it in all it's cringy glory. This was a story from 2009 that I wrote with 2 friends of mine that we never completed. Once I have decringed the story I will finish it here. Enjoy I guess.

Original / Next Chapter

For some dumb reason, I had decided it would be fun to check out the creepy abandoned house down the road from my friend Linsey's house. At the time, it had seemed like a great idea. Everyone was always talking about how the house was haunted. The neighbourhood rumour was that the father had annihilated the last family to live in the house. But, of course, there was no proof of this. Linsey refused to go anywhere near the house and had chosen to stay home. I, however, convinced my friend Theresa to join me. Things had started out okay. Getting entry to the house was easy enough. We pulled out our phones, giggled, and recorded as we walked through a place frozen in time, joking about how this would make us Facebook famous. After we made our way to the second floor, things changed. The air upstairs was icy cold compared to the blistering heat outside. A large bang came from downstairs. Theresa noped out and took off from the house, to my best guess. Instead of following, I froze. I stood in the doorway to what looked to be a bedroom staring wide-eyed at the staircase, trying to gain the courage to run downstairs.

"Quick in here," said a voice breaking me from my trans. I ran towards the voice. I saw two guys, clearly brothers, hiding in the small closet in the room. I squeezed into the closet with them. I took a moment to look at them in the light of a flashlight. The one I guest to be the older one had short dark brown hair and a small amount of stubble. I guessed him to be around 6’1’; meanwhile, the one I took to be the younger brother had longer, fluffy light brown hair and was clean-shaven. He was quickly 6’4 pushing 6’5.

“What are you doing in here?” The shorter one asked

“I was exploring with my friend. We just heard the rumours about the place being haunted and wanted to check it out,” I said, throwing my arms about as much as possible in the small space. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, exploring just like you,” The tall one said, looking nervously between his brother and me

“Oh, that’s a lie. What are your names?" I asked "I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam," said the older one "I'm Y/n," I said. “Now, what are you really doing here?”

“Hunting a ghost”, Dean blurted out

“Dean” Sam looked at him, frustrated

“What? She walked herself into this. She should know what's going on. We can’t get her out of here safely otherwise” Dean pointed his open hand at me “Uh, hello right here. Would you care to explain” I huffed, putting my hands on my hips

Dean sighed, getting frustrated looks from Sam, and he explained everything. It sounded like the ramblings of a crazy man, or men in this case. Dean explained that people had been reporting getting attached and followed home. Even some people are killed by something in the house. This was nothing I had ever heard before. Truthfully I wasn’t from the area and wouldn’t have heard about the place if it wasn’t for Linsey. We lived 5 neighbourhoods apart, so there was no reason for me to be anywhere near this house. Dean explained what they do and how they ended up in Sydney, Australia. I would have said he was lying and crazy, but he seemed honest. He truly believed everything he was saying. And it felt like I should give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Okay, so if everything you're saying is true, what do we do?” I asked

“You don’t do anything. We need to figure out where the body is and burn it,” Dean said

“The whole family who lived here last is buried in the local cemetery in a family tomb,” I said

“Wait, how did you find that out?” Sam asked

“I googled it”, I shrugged. “I just want to know if the rumours were true, so I googled.”

“Rumours?” Dean asked

“That the father murdered his whole family,” I said. “I couldn’t find anything, but they all died in this house the same night.”

“So there is a chance daddy dearest ganked them all,” Dean said

“Well, that’s what the police were thinking, but they didn’t have any proof,” I said

“Well, looks like we need to burn dear old Dad”, Dean smirked

“First, we need to get out of the house,” Sam said

I reached turned to face the wall of the closet I was standing against and pushed the wall. Thankfully it popped open, revealing a hidden stairs case. I silently cheered and led the way down the stairs. At the bottom was a door that led into the kitchen, and in the kitchen was a door that led outside. Once we were somewhat safe in the yard, I let Dean and Sam lead the way to wherever they were going. They walked out into a back alley behind the house. Sitting in the alley was a beautiful looking 67 Chevy Impala. I giggled to myself before hearing another person squealing from the other side of the car.

"Theresa" I questioned, peaking around the car "Y/n," she said, running over to me "Are you okay?" I asked "I'm fine," Theresa said "Thank god," I said. “Where the hell did you go?”

“Outside, duh, I ran out through the kitchen and then was going to run down the alley home, but I spotted this beauty. Can you believe there is another one as perfect as yours?” Theresa squealed

“No, I can’t”, I smiled

“Okay, enough with the weirdness”, Dean spoke up. “Who is she, and why is she looking at baby?”

“Oh, this is my friend Theresa the one I was exploring with.” I said, “Theresa, this is Sam and Dean.”

“Oh great, so she was in the house too,” said Sam

“Well, Theresa looks like you're coming with us,” Dean said, hoping in the car

“Can we go get my car before we take off?” I asked

“Where is it?” Dean asked

“Parked out the front of the house,” I said

Dean sighed, put the Impala in drive and drove around the front of the house. As soon as we rounded the corner, Dean spotted my Impala. He smirked and chuckled, almost surprised that I had the same car as him. We pulled up in front of my car, which was parked curbside. Theresa and I jumped out of the boys' car and into mine. Dean motioned out his window for me to lead the way. I took the boys to the cemetery. We once again parked curbside. We walked up to the cemetery, but the gates were locked. No problem. The brothers had their own way of getting in. They climbed over the closed gate. I looked to the side and saw a hole in the fence, so I climbed through, followed by Theresa. The look on Sam and Dean's faces was priceless. I walked the boys over to the family tomb. The tomb was opened, so there was no need to break in. They asked us to wait outside. The boys had a bag with them, and they pulled out salt, petrol and a crowbar. The family had been placed in their coffins into the wall. Dean managed to pry the nameplate for the father off the wall exposing the coffin. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed. Sam covered the casket in petrol while Dean covered it in salt. Once the casket was covered, Dean threw a lit matchbook into the hole. The coffin rose in flames faster than any other fire I had ever seen.

“Well, that should be all done,” Dean said. “But to be safe, we should return to the house and check. You two, however, will go to our hotel and wait for us.” Dean tossed us the keys

I read the hotel name off the tag and chose not to argue. I nodded at him and headed back towards the cars. Theresa and I headed toward her house while Sam and Dean returned the way we came. I dropped Theresa at her place while I went back to mine. I made my way up to my unit and packed what I would need for an overnight stay with Sam and Dean, just in case. I tossed my duffle into the boot of my car and drove back to Theresa’s. Theresa stood out in the front, waiting for me to come back. She had a small backpack slung over her shoulder. I pulled up, allowing her to enter the car before driving to the hotel. When we arrived, Sam and Dean were nowhere to be seen. We found their room and let ourselves in. The first thought to cross my mind was I hope we don’t have to stay here tonight as the room only had 2 double beds, and I sure wasn’t sharing with two complete strangers.

“Hay, which do you think is Sam's bed?” Theresa broke me from my thoughts

“Uh, no, why would I?” I asked confused

“I don’t know, and I just want to lay on Sam's bed. He so cute, uh, I think I’m in love,” Theresa swooned, dropping into a nearby chair.

“Oh dear god, woman, you fall in love too quickly.” I rolled my eyes

“I can’t help it. Did you see his arms? That man works out.”

“Yeah, and so does Dean, but you don’t see me swooning over him.”

I plopped down on a bed and shut my eyes. I just wanted to go back to the life I had before, put all this behind me and get on with life. Finish off my acting degree, grow my acting portfolio and live in the dark away from all this stuff. I must have drifted off for a few minutes because I was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. Theresa walked over to the door and opened it slightly. She said hello to whoever was on the other side and opened the door to let them in. Dean and Sam entered the room, Theresa closing the door behind them.

“You comfortable on my bed?” Dean asked

“Very. I was actually having a nice little nap before you so rudely woke me up” I stretched

“Well, sorry, ma’am.” Dean laughed, giving a goofy salute

“On to more serious things, we saw scorch marks at the house indicating that we may have gotten rid of this thing, but we would like you to stay here overnight just in case” Sam looked between us.

“Oh yeah, and where are we supposed to sleep?” I raised an eyebrow at him

“You girls, take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Dean said

“Are you sure?” I asked

“Not the first time I slept in a chair won’t be the last” Dean shrugged

Dean then declared he was hungry and wanted some food before calling it a night. Dean left the room, taking the room keys with him, saying he would return with food for everyone. Theresa took the opportunity to get to know Sam better, and she cornered him and asked him many questions. I just rolled my eyes and laid back on Dean's bed. I just laid there listening to her questions and Sam's answers. I could hear them both laughing and acting like today had never happened. It was one of the reasons why she was my best friend. No matter the situation, she never let it rattle her. She just moved on with life, always saying what happened has happened, no changing it, no controlling it. I wrapped myself in Dean's blankets, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. The sheets smelled like a woody aftershave and your typical cheap men's body spray. It was oddly comforting.

“Just making yourself right at home now, aren’t you?” Dean chuckled, walking in the door

“I’m tired. Its been a long day, and part of me is hoping this is all a bad dream,” I groaned

“Sorry, sweetheart, this pretty face is as real as it gets”, Dean shot me a cheesy grin. “Now get up and eat. Grubs getting cold.”

Dean threw a bag with the fabled golden arches on the table. Dean complained about the tiny size of the burgers here and how he might need to buy 30 more just to feel full. Sam just shook his head and ate. Clearly, this was a complaint Sam had heard a few times too many. Once the food was in our bellies, Dean announced he would turn in early.

On the other hand, Sam and Theresa wanted to head out to a movie. Apparently, Sam liked to try to live an everyday life from time to time where hunting allowed. I took my place back on Dean's bed, but instead of laying down, I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the carpet as I continued to think about everything. Theresa seemed so comfortable and at home with the boys, but I just wanted this whole thing over. But the more I thought, the more I felt like I would never be able to go back to things as they were. Knowing what could be out there, I would always be a little on edge. If ghosts were real, then what else possibly existed? Vampires? Werewolves? What about all the silly kid stories like Bloody Mary and Candyman? Could they be real? I wanted to pretend that none of this had happened, but it’s not exactly something you can forget like a footnote. Like yeah, that shit happened, but let's just pack up and move on.

“Okay, I’m not going to be able to sleep with you sitting on the edge of the bed like that. It’s kinda creepy. What's on your mind, kid?” Dean asked, sitting upright on the lounge

“Kid? I’ll have you know I’m 22, not exactly a kid anymore” I looked over at Dean, noticing he was in nothing but a black t-shirt and black boxer briefs

“Okay, sweetheart, doesn’t answer my question, though”, Dean smirked

“How am I supposed to go back to life as it was knowing ghosts, and who knows what else is real?” I looked back at the floor

“You don’t,” Dean said matter of factly. “You just go on and try to live as normal as possible, knowing people like Sammy and I are out here hunting these things to keep you safe. Hopefully, that helps you sleep a little better at night.”

“Can you talk to me while we go to sleep?” I asked sheepishly

“Of course, sweetheart”, He groaned as he laid back on the lounge.

“You never told me your last name,” I said

“Winchester and yours?”

“Y/l/n”

“Well, now I know who to look up next time I’m in town”, Dean chuckled

“How old are you?”

“Not too old to hit on a hottie like you” I could feel Dean's eyes on me as he spoke

“Now, whose not answering questions” I tried to laugh, but it just sounded like an awkward giggle

“31”

“You’re a real ladies' man, aren’t you, Dean Winchester” I smiled to the ceiling, getting taken by his charm

“Yeah, well, when you have my lifestyle, you don’t exactly have the option of settling down, so you take what you can get.”

“No judgement here”

Dean and I laughed for what felt like hours. Under his tough exterior, he was adorable. I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t be sad to say goodbye tomorrow. My eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and I drifted to sleep listening to Dean singing Highway To Hell. The following morning I woke to find the room completely empty. I got up and changed from my PJs to the spare outfit I had brought. Nothing fancy, just plain black jeans and a white tank top. I pulled on my boots and headed outside to check for the cars. My car was sitting where I parked it right before the door. Dean's car was gone, though. I pulled out my phone and rang Theresa guessing she was thing them. Theresa was quick to answer, telling me they were at the local all-you-can-eat restaurant literally 2 blocks down. Rather than drive, I mostly walked the short distance to avoid traffic. It didn’t take me long to spot them, having seen them before entering the restaurant. Dean gave me a goofy wave through the window while sending me a ‘, please save me’ look. I giggled and joined them at the table. "Hey guys," I said, walking over to them "Hey, sleepy head," Dean gave a big cheesy smile "Hey, y/n", said Theresa and Sam "So, whose food can I steal," I said, tummy grumbling "We paid for four, so go fill up," Sam said with a smile "Cool" I took off to the buffet of breakfast food

Dean followed me over with his almost empty plate. He gave me a small smile as we loaded our plates with food.

“So,” Dean said, putting way too much bacon on his plate “, I guess after this, we go our separate ways,” He said more of a statement than a question

“I guess so”, I smiled at him. “But hey, you said you’d look me up next time you were in town, so don’t be a stranger now, you hear.”

“Yes, ma’am”, Dean chuckled

We had an excellent breakfast filled with conversation about what came next for Sam and Dean. They were headed back home to the US now the job was done. It seemed like this was goodbye forever. We finished our breakfast, and Dean drove us back to the hotel. Theresa and I packed up our things before giving them a heartfelt goodbye. We hopped in my car, going home back to life before the Winchesters. But we knew things would never be the same, not now. Some small piece of me hoped I would see the Winchesters again.