Dean x Reader

Parking your beat up sedan in front of the bunker, you stared in dismay at the load of groceries in the back seat. You had volunteered to go shopping, but you weren't exactly prepared to carry all of them back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

With a sigh, you picked up as much as you could, hoping you could talk Sam and Dean into getting the rest. Or maybe Cas was here, and he could snap his fingers and bring them down for you. Pushing on the heavy iron door, you stepped inside, immediately noticing something was wrong.

Quietly you placed the bags down next to the doorframe, standing up but making sure you were still in the shadows. The bunker was quiet, completely silent. No sound of Sam tapping away at his laptop, or Dean muttering as he flipped through the pages of another ancient book.

Jack was even quiet, but that didn't bother you as much. He could have been in his room. It was the other silence that scared you the most. No humming from the machines that always ran. They were eerily quiet, somehow shut down in this giant bunker. The lights were down as well, no gentle buzzing that had become the norm.

Although nothing seemed out of place, the quiet had you on edge. It was something that never happened in the bunker, even if it was just you. Something was wrong, and you were terrified to see more.

Your gun was tucked into your jeans, and you slipped it into your hand, quietly walking down the staircase. The library was untouched, from what you could see in the darkness. Dean's bag sat untouched on the map table, and you reached inside, pulling out one of his spare flashlights. With your heart beating furiously, you made your way down the hallway to the kitchen, staying off to the side in case the threat was still around. Rounding the corner, you noticed Sam slumped at the table, a cup of coffee at his elbow, his laptop pushed to the side.

"Thank goodness, Sam! I was beginning to worry!" You exclaimed, dropping your hand on his shoulder. When he didn't move, you shook it slightly, your heart dropping to your stomach. "Sam?"

His head rolled forward, almost hitting the table, his hazel eyes glassy and unblinking towards you. Stifling back a cry, you covered your mouth. With a trembling hand, you checked for a pulse, tears sliding down your cheek when none was found. "No, God no!"

With the flashlight, you scanned the room, but nothing seemed out of place. It was still so quiet, but the dishes were still stacked in the sink, the pie you had made earlier that day cooling by the stove. Nothing, not a single piece of furniture was out of place.

You were scared. More than you had ever been in your life. You wanted to find Dean, as soon as possible. Maybe he was fighting whatever had caused Sam to be...you couldn't even say the word.

Back down the hallway, you went, your flashlight bouncing off the cold tiles. You kept trying to take deep breaths. Trying to calm yourself down, even though you wanted to stop and sink to your knees. Sam was gone, and whatever had done it could still be in here. It could have...

Shaking your head, you stopped in front of Jack's door. It was partially open, and you quietly pushed it open the rest of the way.

Jack was laying on his stomach, a book opened in front of him. Sweeping the light in, you couldn't contain the tremor of fear that passed through you when Jack didn't budge. "Jack? Are you okay?"

Your chest hurt as you slowly made your way forward. Jack stayed still, much as if he was sleeping. But his blue eyes stared blankly your way, his entire body stiff. "No, not you too," you cried, crumbling to the bed beside him. As with Sam, there were no outward marks, nothing to show why he should be...dead.

"This can't be happening," you whispered, your breaths coming shallow and fast. You were on the verge of a panic attack, and you couldn't do that. Not now. Not when Dean was still missing, and the monster capable of this was somewhere. Tilting your head back, your throat salty with tears, you took a couple of deep breaths, trying to keep the attack at bay.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you finally forced yourself to move. To leave Jack laying peacefully on his bed. Down the hallway, you went with trepidation, towards the bedroom you shared with Dean. Scared to see what you would find in there. Knowing if it was Dean, you might not be able to handle it.

"Please no," you pleaded to yourself, pushing the door open. Shining your flashlight around, it was easy to see the room was empty. No sign of Dean, or the Monster. It could be a good sign, that Dean had somehow made it out safely. Giving you a slight amount

With no Dean in the bedroom, you continued on, down to the garage. Walking past the dungeon, whose door was open, the books in there strewn everywhere. The only sign of a struggle so far. The room was empty, so you continued on, to the slightly open garage door at the end of the hallway.

As soon as you stepped into Dean's favorite room, your whole world came tumbling down around you. Dean was sitting awkwardly in front of the Impala, it's hood still up. His head rolled backward, his green eyes staring blankly above you. In his hand, he was holding his cell phone, the screen black. "No, not you. Dean, please!" You screamed, forgetting that whoever had done this might be around. Dropping to your knees beside him, you took his face in your hands. His skin was still warm, and if it wasn't for his glassy eyes, you would have thought he was sleeping. Still, you check for a pulse, your last hope crumbling like your heart when none was to be found. "No," you cried, tears pouring down your cheeks, pulling Dean's head against you, rocking slightly back on your heels.

"I see you've found the presents I left you," a woman spoke from behind you.

Your vision blurred with tears, you laid Dean back against the bumper of the Impala. Turning around, you came face to face with the woman in question. Dressed all in black, she had graying hair, and scars all over her face. She had a leather-bound book in one hand, a small satchel in the other. "How dare you!" You spat. The gun in your hand was useless against a witch. And that's what she was. One that had run on a hunt not so long ago. One of those loose ends you had wanted to tie up before it came back to bite you in the butt. But it was too late now. Your whole world was gone.

"Those three men?" She chuckled. "It was so easy. They thought I was you. I slipped a little medicine in their hands. No pain before Death. I figured it was rather kind of me. Especially since you killed my entire coven!"

"You were killing people!" You argued. "You brought their death upon yourself."

"I can say the same thing for you," she insisted. "You let me go. If you hadn't, these handsome men would still be alive."

Growling, you rushed forward, only to be stopped by a snap of her fingers. "I was going to let you live. I figured it was fitting. But I see now that it won't be a good idea."

Still frozen in your spot, you could only watch as she strode forward. Grasping you by the elbows, she steered you back by Dean before slipping the satchel in your hand. "This won't hurt a bit," she promised before vanishing from the room.

You could feel the effects of the spell almost immediately. Your entire body grew heavy until you could no longer stand. Falling down, you crawled until you were leaning against Dean. Your breaths were shallow, each one harder than the last. Tears slipped down your cheek as you took Dean's hand in your own. Pressing a kiss to the freckled skin, you closed your eyes, seeing Dean's smiling face before you slid away from this world.