Requested by AlyahWilliams 

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Imagine meeting Dean when a ghost haunts your family.

A/n - Y/b/n means your brother's name. You can just invent a name if you don't have a brother or whatever.

Word Count: 1873

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Awful things have been happening around the small town that you call home. Terrible things involving the deaths of children. Apparently a serial killer has been murdering kids and placing their organs inside life-sized dolls that look exactly like them. At least, that's what the news has been saying.

You're not sure if you believe it. A serial killer? It just doesn't feel...right. Especially since the doll/kids were found in their own homes and it seemed as if their parents didn't even notice.

You do know one thing for sure, though -everyone's been scared out of their wits. 

Even you have succumbed to the fear. Mainly because your little brother, Y/b/n, has been acting very strangely. 

He's been saying the strangest things. Claiming that he's been seeing a ghost, and hearing strange noises at night. 

For the most part, you never believed him. That is, until you saw the ghost yourself. 

At first, you thought you were hallucinating, but Y/b/n swears that he saw it too. You've been trying to wrap your brain around it, but it's too crazy.

So, you do the first thing that comes to mind.

You decide to head to the bar.

~

Worn-down wood greets your fingertips as they thrum against the countertop. Country music plays in the background as your ears tune into the familiar sounds of the bar. Pool balls clink together, people chatter, and the door opens. Each sound melds with the last to create a symphony that could be considered beautiful by some. 

Your eyes rest on the whiskey glass in your hand as you listen to a low voice order a drink. Another voice joins his as a second man orders. 

"This seat taken?" The first voice asks.

You look to him, uncertain if he's talking to you. "Hmm? Oh, uh, no, go ahead."

He flashes a smile, and you notice his brilliant green eyes looking right into yours. "Thanks."

Shrugging, you gulp down some of your beverage and turn away from the man. He sighs and starts talking to his friend. 

You zone out, but they catch your attention again. 

"Dean I don't know what we're looking for here. Maybe it is just a crazy guy." The taller one says while looking at his computer screen.

"I don't know Sammy, this is too weird." The one next to you says, rubbing his head with his hand. "Why don't you go digging and I'll stay here and keep researching?"

Sammy gets up and walks out, chuckling. Dean orders another drink, having already finished his first.

Looking up to him, you speak without thinking, "Could be a ghost, y'know." 

His eyes fly to you in an instant, clearly shocked. "A what?"

"Ghost. Like Casper but way meaner." You continue and finish your drink. "I mean, I've seen it too. So's my brother, he saw it first actually."

"Really? Where'd you see this ghost?" 

"Why? I thought you'd be calling me crazy or something."

"Believe it or not, that kind of statement is a normal Tuesday for me." He leans back with a smirk.

You chuckle, "I'd hate to see what your Friday night looks like."

"Oh, ya know, it's not that bad. Fridays are usually werewolves or vampires," he winks.

He doesn't seem to be lying, and you actually believe him a bit. 

"I saw the ghost at my house. Li'l bro's been complaining about it for a week, and I've just ignored him. Until I saw it myself a day ago. Y/b/n's also been acting really strange. He's been very distant and, I don't know, it's just like he's not even here anymore." You sigh.

Dean looks thoughtfully at his drink, "I can help. Me and my brother deal with this sort of thing a lot, you might be able to help us too."

Smiling, you look to him with hope in your e/c eyes, "Really?"

"Heck yeah. What's your name?" 

"Y/n L/n, and you're Dean...?"

"Dean Winchester. So, can you show me where you saw it?" He stands and tosses cash onto the counter.

You start to grab your wallet, but Dean stops you. 

"I got it," he says and tosses more money to the barkeep. 

"Oh, thanks, but you didn't have to."

"I know," he smirks and leads the way out of the bar. 

Getting into your car, you head off to your house. Your parents are home, and so is your brother, but you don't think they'll mind. Heck, your parents will be in bed anyways. Y/b/n hasn't been sleeping well lately, so he may be awake still. 

Pulling into the driveway, you see Dean park his awesome Impala on the side of the road. He gets out and opens the trunk, grabbing something before walking to you. 

"Let's go," he says, going to the door.

You snatch his arm, "Is that a gun?"

"Yeah, it's got rock salt in it, keeps the ghosts away." He explains, holding his sawed-off shotgun proudly.

"Wow, okay then. Swear you won't kill me?" 

He chuckles, "Don't worry, I only kill monsters."

"Well, that's a relief," you smirk at him before opening the door.

You walk in first, cautiously. Spotting Y/b/n on the couch, you go to him. "Y/b/n, you okay?"

He doesn't reply, simply staring into space. Sighing, you place a blanket over him and go back to Dean. 

"I saw it in the basement. It just came from nowhere." You explain, walking down the steps to the mostly empty basement.

Dean starts looking around as you notice something eerie. A creepy doll, missing an eye and an arm, lies on the floor. Funny, you've never seen it before. 

"So, it was here?" He asks, still looking around.

You nod, frowning. 

He searches a bit more, but comes up short. So, you lead him to the front door, disappointed that there was nothing to find. 

"I'm sorry, that was a waste of time," you sigh and rub your eyes with your hands. 

He shakes his head and smiles, "Not entirely, I mean, I got to hang out with you a bit longer."

Chuckling, you feel heat rush to your face. "Um, yeah it was nice to meet you. I wish it was under different circumstances though."

"Same here. I'll keep you updated."

You nod, "Okay, here's my number. See ya."

Dean smirks and takes the paper from your hand before walking out.

~

It's been a few weeks, and you and Dean have been keeping in touch, researching and things. You met his brother, Sam, and tried to help them with whatever they needed. 

You actually turned out to be of help. 

A few years ago, a boy was killed accidentally by his bullies, and so far it looks like he's the ghost that's been killing kids to get revenge. You helped them figure that out.

Back at home, you watch your parents as they sit on a chair, ignoring the rest of the world. Y/b/n still sits on the couch, as unmoving as a potato. 

Sighing, you text Dean.

'Dean, any closer to finding him?'

'Not yet. Have you seen anything?'

'No, sorry.'

You rake your hair through your hair and look up again only to see that creepy doll again from a while ago.

An idea hits you. 

Dean told you that ghosts could possess people and things if they're strong enough. What if the ghost is possessing this freaky thing?

'I might have an idea.' You text quickly, keeping your eyes on the broken toy.

A few seconds before his text lights up your phone screen. 'Ok, on our way.'

Satisfied, you turn your phone off and wait for them to get here. When they do, you open the door and lead them to the toy. 

"I was thinking, maybe the ghost is possessing something, and that's why we can't find it. And, I think I might know what it is..." You look pointedly at the doll.

Dean follows your gaze, "Smart thinking."

He raises his shotgun and approaches the toy. Sam also raises his weapon apprehensively. Suddenly, the toy shudders and the ghost of a young boy pops out, frightening you and the boys. 

Dean instinctively fires a round into the apparition, causing it to dissipate. Sighing in relief, you look to them, "So, is this over now?"

Dean chuckles and shakes his head, "Sorry sweetheart, salt doesn't kill 'em. Have to find its bones and salt 'n burn them."

"That shouldn't be too hard, right?" You ask hopefully.

His expression gives you your answer just as the ghost makes a reappearance. It springs out of nowhere and goes straight for Dean, seemingly passing through him without harming him.

"Dean! Are you okay?!" You yell stepping forward. 

He groans and falls to the floor as Sam shoots the cackling ghost. You rush to Dean's side and try to see if he's been damaged. 

The only thing different about him, though, are his eyes. Now, his irises are red. 

"Frick," you hiss, "Sam, I think Dean's hurt."

He curses, "We gotta get out of here. Let's go!"

"What about my family?!" 

He nods and runs to get your parents out of the house while you usher a groaning Dean and an unresponsive Y/b/n out behind them. 

~

At the motel, you stare at the unresponsive people including Dean, Y/b/n and your parents. 

"There's gotta be something we can do."

Sam sighs, "I'll do some research." He goes to his computer and starts doing his thing as you try to knock them out of their trance.

You try shaking them, splashing them with water, and even smacking them across their faces. Nothing works, so you give up.

"Here dad, you must be hungry," you say, trying to feed your father some food.

At first he doesn't do anything, but then he chews the food and blinks a few times. You stare in shock as he nods his head in approval. 

"Mm, that's good," he says.

"Sam! Come quick!" You yell before hugging your dad. 

Sam runs in and you explain what happened. He then explains how he found a myth that states that a ghost can sometimes put people into trances and they can only get out if they do something they really enjoy.

"That makes sense..." You mumble and then try to figure out what your mother and brother enjoy. 

After curing them, you turn to Sam, "What does Dean enjoy?"

"Uh, I guess beer? Oh, pie! Dean loves pie," Sam says.

So you go to the store and grab some of Dean's favourite pie. Back at the motel, you watch Sam try to feed it to him. 

It doesn't work.

Groaning, you look to Sam, "Anything else?"

"Uhh..." Sam looks at the ground uncomfortably.

"Spit it out, Sam!" You order.

He sighs, "Women, I guess."

You chuckle, "Of course." Then you exhale and look at Dean, "I hope this works."

Leaning in, you tentatively let your lips meet his, praying that it'll work. You kiss him softly, and flinch in shock as his lips start to move against yours, his actions becoming more powerful as the kiss goes on.

Sam coughs awkwardly, breaking you from the heat of the moment. 

"Oh, yeah Sammy. What'd I miss?" Dean flashes his million-dollar smile.

Sam smirks, "You missed a lot, but now we gotta gank this ghost."

You nod, still flustered. 

Dean stands up and sends you a wink, "We'll continue this later."

Blushing, you smile back at him, heart still pounding.