Dean Winchester x Reader {part 1}

Darkness covered your vision as you ran around the living room, diving straight for your backpack, searching for your cell phone as her body collapsed to the ground. You fumbled around with your phone, unlocking the screen to call 911. You fell to your knees immediately, staring at her dead body, just as the emergency phone operator started relaying questions to you through the receiver. All you could say through your sobs was that your best friend was dead. The lady said calming words to get through your mourning stature, asking if you could tell her where you were so that the ambulance can get there as soon as they can. You took a deep breath and said the address of where your best friend lived, hanging up instantly.

 

You crawled over to the couch and pulled off the pillow, lifting Veronica's dark brown but blonde highlighted haired head, placing the pillow underneath her head. You just kept telling you mind that she was just sleeping, nothing else. You turned away from her to sit on the couch waiting for the blue light and sounds of the ambulance.

 

After ten minutes of waiting, the doorbell rang and you jumped up instantaneously, moving around her dead body to the door, opening it automatically and moving to the side to allow the EMTs in to do their work.

 

You walked over to the couch just as the EMTs were running into see if Veronica still had vital signs but you knew she was gone. It hurt your entire being even your soul but you knew she would want you to continue fighting on through life without her. Just the thought of being without her tore you apart, you wanted to wallow in pity but then something enlightened your thought process.

 

Something killed her... Something not known by this world... Your head swam around every single possibility that ran through your mind but you just saw her drop to the ground just moments ago with no screams escaping her throat or anything.

 

The police came into the house just as the EMTs announced her death to each other, standing up from leaning over her body. Two officers came over to you and stood in front of you, they asked you questions of what happened minutes ago. You wanted to tell the police about what had happened but you realized inside yourself how crazy it would've sounded so you kept it to yourself. The police officers kept asking you the same questions over and over again, asking if you were the one that killed your best friend.

 

What the hell kind of question is that?! You just fucking witnessed her death and they had the right to ask me that?! Yeah you knew that they were just finding out about the, what they deemed was a suicide. You constantly fought with your brain trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t you. You wouldn’t kill your best friend even if she broke your heart, we would’ve work it out like sisters.

 

The officers asked you when we both came home to her house and what had transpired before she died but it was all the same answers you had given. You didn’t want them to consider you a crazy person and send you to the mental institute.

 

You continued to sit on the couch, facing away from the coroner and his assistant as they picked up Veronica’s dead body to put it upon a gurney, rolling it out of the house. You sighed, taking a deep breath, leaning your back against the back of the couch as the house became calmer and calmer as everyone was leaving but one police officer gave you their card in case something else happened and to keep in touch. You placed the card beside you on the couch and looked straight up at the ceiling while taking in calm deep breaths. Then it donned on you that there must have been something in the bathroom that the police didn’t look hard enough to find so you took it into your own hands.

 

You got up off the couch and walked into the bathroom, searching every corner of the room, looking underneath towels and toilet paper as you went. Nothing turned up so you bent down near the sink cabinet, opening it up to reveal cleaning supplies and a rack full of hair products. You reached up to feel what was going to be hiding could be easily found and what you felt was the feeling of wool. You wrapped your fingers around it and pulled slightly as it fell into your hand, you saw that it was wrapped with a little black ribbon.

 

You looked at the little wool pocket, deciding on if you should untie the little ribbon or not. You shook your head and placed it on the counter of the sink. It must be hers and you shouldn’t invade her privacy even though she wasn’t around. You turned around and left the bathroom, walking up the stairs and into her bedroom. You smiled when you noticed it was the way she had left it with clothes on the floor and our silly pictures covering her mirror and walls. You walked over to her dresser, noticing a small black box directly in the middle of the pearl white dresser. You looked up towards your reflection seeing tear stains covering your fair skin cheeks, sighing you looked back down at the little black box. You reached over and picked it up, opening it to reveal a sterling silver key pendant on a chain.

 

It was absolutely beautiful; it was left out here purposely right? She meant to give it to you before she died. You picked up the pendant and unclasped the hook and put it around your neck, clasping it again. She was your best friend and you wanted to keep a reminder of what a great friend and sister she was to you. You took a deep breath and walked back over to her bed, and sat down on the mattress. This entire damn day took a lot of you and you kept yawning, you leaned back against the mattress and lifted up the comforter pulling it above your body, turning onto your side and the next thing you knew you were asleep.

 

******

 

You tossed and turned the entire night awaking with a start, you looked around the room, breathing heavily until you realized that it was just yourself in the room. Realization hit you like a truck at what had just occurred yesterday and the tears fell once again. You wiped the tears away and automatically got up, walking down the stairs and into the bathroom, grabbing the wool pocket angrily, and leaving the bathroom to the living room. You tore off the black ribbon to reveal tiny animal bones and teeth; you gritted your teeth and gripped your right hand into a fist. You knew something did this and you’re sure as hell that you’re gonna do something about it. You dropped the wool pocket onto the table and picked up your small purse and leather jacket before heading out the front door and then realizing that you needed to brush your teeth before going anywhere. You ran back in and up the stairs into Veronica’s other bathroom, brushing your teeth quickly and proceeded to leave the house once again. You just needed to know what exactly happened and what was in the wool pocket.

 

******

 

It took you half an hour to walk into town and into the library, not noticing that there weren’t many people this morning. You walked up to the counter and asked the elderly librarian where the lore section was in the building, she pointed in the farthest direction and you walked directly towards the section, looking directly for any sort of book you could find. You looked through some books until you ran your fingers over a different book, the air turning cold around your skin. You took out the book as the pages began flipping through, landing on an insert about a witch.

 

You put a piece of paper on the page to bookmark where it was, putting the rest of the books back. You walked past a table that was lined with computers, noticing two men. You walked by, noticing how handsome they looked but in the corner of your eye you saw the newspaper clipping about her death, slightly clearing your throat to gain their attention.

 

“Excuse me?” they turned to look at you, “I knew that girl...” You said trying not to let the hot tears run down your cheeks remembering her again, to be strong and not let them see you like this.

 

They both looked at each other before reaching into their jacket pockets, pulling out small black leather wallets, flipping out two gold badges. You raised your eyebrow before leaning forward to get a good look at their IDs, the longhaired man was Agent Vanburen and the spiky haired man was Agent Miller. As soon as you finished looking at their IDs it clicked, why the heck would the FBI be here? This isn't their territory.

 

You stood up straight and crossed your arms, clutching the book close to your chest, “What are you Americans doing here?”

 

“Actually we are here about a case,” the long light brown haired man said to me before tucking his badge back into his jacket.

 

“Ohh and more.” the short spiky dirty blonde haired man said to you, his green eyes surveying your body up and down.

 

You looked at the man, suddenly realizing a light bit of stubble lining his chin and jawline, your mental self-biting its lip but the exterior of yourself raising an eyebrow. Your brain instantly went on overdrive trying to think of a reason why a hot guy like this one is interested in you. You barely heard the other agent say something to you as you just stared across the room, both of the men turning their heads to look towards where you were staring. Just then you heard a whisper in your ear, saying “Y/n, say something.” You blinked automatically, shaking your head lightly to get yourself out of that state.

 

“You're Y/n L/n right?” Agent Miller asked you, trying to earn your attention again.

 

You cleared your throat and replied with a “yes.”

 

“Would you mind taking a seat?” Agent Vanburen asked you, gesturing beside him.

 

You half smiled, taking in a deep breath before pulling out a chair to sit in front of where they sat, crossing your legs at the ankle.

 

“So you witnessed her death?” Agent Miller asked as you looked down towards the floor to not meet both of their stares.

 

You nodded, “I watched it happen right in front of me and I know that it wasn’t a suicide.” You said in a matter of fact tone to feel strong through your mental state.

 

“That must have been terrible to see,” Agent Vanburen said in a comforting voice, “We’re very sorry for your loss.” He said to you with a small smile.

 

“Did you by any sort of chance…” Agent Miller began to say before leaning a little closer to you, trying to get you to look at him but you just looked up through your eyelashes at him, “Smell anything? Sulphur?”

 

You raised your head and shook it, “All I found was a small wool pocket with black ribbon tied around it.” You said without giving them too much information about what you really knew.

 

Agent Miller looked over at Agent Vanburen with a look of worry on his face but then he looked at you again and his facial expression completely changed.

 

You took a deep breath, getting up from the chair you sat in, nodding at the two men, “I actually have to get going now.”

 

Agent Vanburen stood up and reached into his jacket’s pocket, pulling out a small piece of rectangular paper and handed it to you, “If anything happens, call us,” he said to you with a small smile again.

 

You returned the smile with a small nod before looking around yourself to make sure you still had everything that you had brought with yourself and fortunately you did. You gave both of them one last nod before slowly but quickly walking to the sign out desk to take out the lore book you found. The librarian looked at you with a smile and looked over your shoulder at the two agents, “Those two are really handsome, sweetie.” She said to you before scanning the lore book, “Do you know them?” she asked but you just shook your head.

 

“No ma’am I don’t. Just met them.” You said recalling your prior conversation with the agents, “Thank you.” You added before taking the book and leaving the library. The walk back to Veronica’s house was a short one as it started to rain really hard so you ran as fast as you could onto the porch.

 

******

 

You sat in the living room, reading over the book you found at the library, suddenly hearing a loud crash as your mouth opened to scream as loud as you could, jumping up out the chair as the book fell to the ground.  You looked around the corner of the wall to see the agents you had met before at the library but they were wearing different clothing.

 

Agent Vanburen looked at you, finally noticing that he had a pistol in his hand, “Y’n?” he asked you.

 

You put your hand on your heart, feeling it slow down, “Agents? What the hell are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me!”

 

Agent Vanburen put his hands including the one holding the pistol in front of him to calm you down, “Sorry! Sorry.” He said to you.

 

Agent Miller eyed you for a moment before saying, “We should be asking you why you're here..."

 

You sighed, “When we met at the library... I wasn't telling you the full truth... I know what happened to Veronica... It will make me sound crazy.” You said, walking into the living room indicating that they should follow you. You stood beside the table to reveal the small wool pocket full of tiny animal bones and teeth. “Its a witch.”

 

“Well there wasn't much struggle,” Agent Miller said, looking around the corner for some sort of damage in the walls.

 

Your eyes widened, "HUH?!" You said with your mouth hanging open in shock, “You aren't going to say I'm crazy?” You asked in disbelief.

 

“No Y/n because you're not," Agent Vanburen said to you, while tucking his pistol in the band of his jeans, “You are right, it is a witch.”

 

“I knew something was off about you two,” You said just as Agent Miller walked back into the room, “What do you two really do?”

 

“We're hunters,” Agent Miller said to you, placing his own pistol on the table where the wool pocket was.

 

“I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean,” 'Sam' said to you as 'Dean' smirked at you, “And what you found was a hex bag.”

 

You turned around towards the recliner and picked up the book you found at the library, quickly reading over the insert on witches again, “Aha! That’s what it’s called!” You exclaimed before closing the book with one hand, “So everything that goes bump in the night are real?”

 

'Dean' sighed and said “Yes, its true.”

 

“But what about God?” You asked, reaching towards your cross pendant around your neck.

 

“No one has heard from him in a long time.” 'Sam' said before shifting uncomfortably.

 

“Oh geez,” You said before making a face, “My family would not be able to handle that.”

 

“Not a lot of people have been able to cope with it,” ‘Sam’ said before looking down at the hex bag as they called it.

 

You sat down on the recliner and scratched your head, "So what now? Do you think the witch will come after me?"

 

"That's actually what we're hoping for." 'Dean' said to you before bending down to look at you properly.

 

"But I'm not good bait!" You exclaimed before pulling your legs up towards yourself, hugging them tightly.

 

'Dean' looked up over at 'Sam' then back at you, "You won't exactly be bait... We'll be around to protect you."

 

You buried your face in your knees before looking back up at 'Dean', "Do you promise?" You asked in a small voice.

 

He smiled at you and nodded, "Hell yeah." Dean stood up shortly after our little conversation, "I'm starving."

 

"When are you not?" Sam said with a shake of his head.

 

"I actually haven't eaten all day... Can I join you guys?" You asked cutely, moving your legs to sit properly.

 

Dean looked down at you again and smiled, "Yeah sure."

 

You shot up out of the recliner and bolted towards the door and the two brothers chuckled at you action, you looked over your shoulder at them and smiled, "What? I'm starving!"

 

"I think you met your match Dean," Sam said with a laugh gaining a bitchface from his brother.

 

"Shut up," Dean said before walking up to the door behind you.

 

You stepped out of the house to see a sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala and your jaw automatically dropped basically to the ground.

 

Dean stopped behind you looking around your shoulder to see what you were staring at and a smirk stretched across his face.

 

"Is this your car?" You asked with shock in your voice.

 

"Oh God, don't get him started on this..." Sam said behind us.

 

You walked out onto the driveway to get a better look at the black beauty in front of you, smiling like an idiot, "She's amazing."

 

Dean walked out of the house with Sam right on his heels and looked at you with a smug face, “Oh, you know something about cars do you?”

 

You chuckled lightly before rubbing the back of you neck, “Yeah I do actually.” You said before turning towards the car and opening the back door behind the driver’s seat, climbing in. You leaned back against the leather and took in a deep breath. Your head swam with different occurring thoughts that had to do with this current situation. What did Sam mean by “I think you met your match,” to Dean, then it donned on you, your eyes widened at what he meant. You swallowed deeply and mentally punched yourself for being too obvious!

 

You leaned your head back against the headrest, looking out of the front windshield noticing Dean rub his index finger and thumb down his nose like he had some sort of itch. You tilted your head a little at his action but shrugged it off and looked forward as soon as he opened the driver’s door to look in at you, “So what good places are there to eat in this town?”

 

“Matrix Roadhouse,” You said almost immediately before adding, “They pretty much have everything and have the best cake and pie.” You ended with a huge smile on your face just as the passenger door opened and Sam climbed in.

 

He made a face like he wanted to give the place a shot, “I do love me some pie.”

 

Sam groaned as Dean climbed into the seat beside him, putting the keys into the ignition, the Impala purring to life, “Have we decided on where we’re going to eat yet?” Sam asked as Dean backed down the driveway.

 

“Yes we have,” You answered before Dean could and he looked at you in the rear-view mirror basically asking you where to go now, “It’s directly in town, big neon sign.” You said before looking out the window to your left to hide your flushed cheeks.

 

After 15 minutes of Dean searching through the radio stations, he stopped just as soft guitar playing seeped through the speakers combining with drums, my mind finally clicking that the song was ‘Gimme Shelter’ by the Rolling Stones. You hummed along the guitar and mouthing along with the lyrics and trying to sing along with the high voice without having Sam and Dean notice what you were doing but you glanced up at the rear-view mirror at the wrong time, noticing that Dean was looking at you. You wiggled your fingers with a sly smirk at him to see a small glisten in his eye and he glanced back at the road again.

 

Sam looked back in your direction and you smiled at him, “So I’m guessing you guys have done this before? Fight monsters that is.” You asked both of them.

 

“For a very long time,” Dean said, his hands slightly gripping the steering wheel tightly.

 

“I won’t ask for anything more…” You said, noticing the uneasiness in the atmosphere, “I can sense you guys have been through way too much. But you both keep fighting for the better.” You said before looking out the windshield, noticing the large neon sign of ‘Matrix Roadhouse’ as it came into view.

 

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the local diner in town and drove into the closest spot to the diner. Just before he put the Impala into park, you swung open the door and jumped out and practically ran to the front doors, waiting impatiently for the two of them to get out of the car. Both of the men got out and sauntered over to you as you held your stomach as it kept growling in hunger.

 

You groaned, “Get your asses inside now before I starve to death…” You mumbled a little too loudly and they both chuckled as Dean opened the door to walk in, the smell of French fries and ground beef hamburgers wafted through the air into your nostrils. You ran through the opened door, knocking into Dean’s arm as I walked quickly towards a booth, taking a seat in the middle.

 

A blonde waitress came over to where you were sitting and placed down a menu, “Are you here alone?” She began to ask you just as Sam and Dean strolled over, Dean sliding in beside you on the left and Sam on the right.

 

“No, she’s with us,” Sam said as the waitress didn’t acknowledge him but stared at Dean.

 

He looked up at her as you sifted through the pages of the menu, picking out what you wanted, “Two more menus,” He said before leaning his arms on the top of the table.

 

“Please.” you added politely even though you knew what was going on. You grew up knowing to kill with kindness.

 

The waitress looked over at you with a look of what seemed like envy and placed two more menus on the table before turning around to tend to a different table.

 

“Could you guys have been more slow?” You said hiding your face behind the menu.

 

“Sorry Y/n,” Sam said to you with a chuckle and lifted up the menu to sift through it too.

 

“I just wanted to have a look over at our surroundings cause you know,” Dean said and leaned in a little close to you, “You’re wanted.”

 

You shoved your elbow into his side and pushed him slightly, “Oh shut up, now that you two are here I feel safe.” You said, putting your menu down and added, “Even though I just met you guys and all.”

 

The blonde waitress came back and looked at Dean again, “What can I get you sweetie?” she asked him and you cleared your throat.

 

“We’re here too.” You said and Sam chuckled, the blonde glaring at you, “Can I get a glass of ice water please?” You asked then looked at Sam.

 

“A beer for me thanks.” He said as he closed his own menu.

 

Dean looked over at you as you leaned back against the booth, “A beer for me too.” He said, disregarding the waitress once again.

 

She huffed and took off towards the kitchen to get your drinks. You saw Sam glance over at Dean with a visible look of worry written on his face and you turned your head to look at Dean who was playing around with the saltshaker on the table.

 

“Is there anything I should know about fighting ‘monsters’?” You asked ending in a whisper hoping no one could hear you.

 

“You’re not doing any of the fighting,” Dean said in a gruff voice and you whipped your head to look at him.

 

“But I want to help…!” You said, crossing your arms and pouting like a little child who got told no to getting candy.

 

“You can help by staying away from the witch,” Dean said through gritted teeth.

 

“Dean’s right Y/n,” Sam said and you sighed, “You’d be much safer at home with me. Dean will take care of it.”

 

“Damn straight.” Dean said just as the waitress came back and placed our drinks on the table.

 

She pulled out her notepad and you proceeded to say your orders, Dean ordered a bacon cheeseburger with fries, Sam ordered a Caesar salad and well you… you ordered a Caesar salad and a chicken quesadilla.

 

Just as we were waiting for our food you felt my back pocket vibrate, you reached back to find your phone hidden in your jeans pocket, pulling it out and placing it on the table. You clicked on the lock screen, typing in your passcode to reveal a text message from your mother, you smiled and quickly replied back to her that life is well, well you wouldn’t let her know that right away. You just wanted to let her know that everything is fine and not to check up on you.

 

Both Sam and Dean looked over at you as you were smiling down at your phone and Sam shrugged at his brother, “Who’s that?” Dean asked you and you jumped a little, “Your boyfriend?” He added and took at swig of his beer.

 

You pursed your lips together, trying to hold back laughter but you let it out full throttle while bending forward to lean your head against the table. You took in deep breaths and lifted you head, your long hair falling back as you shook it, still giggling, “You…” You began to say but giggled again while Sam and Dean looked at you like you were crazy, “You… seriously thought I had a boyfriend?”

 

“Yeah?” Dean said while taking another swig of his beer.

 

You scoffed, “I don’t have a boyfriend, I was used for my body.” You said just as the blonde waitress came back and gave you your food. You dove straight into your salad before the guys could even get started, stabbing the croutons and shoving them into your mouth not even trying to be ladylike.

 

You looked over at Dean to see him finally pick up his burger and took a big bite out of it, “This ain’t half bad.” He said with his mouth full.

 

Sam gave him a bitch face while taking a bite of his own Caesar salad, eating politely while you and Dean stuffed your faces.

 

After a few minutes of more salad eating, you finally dug into you chicken quesadilla, pulling it apart to see the cheese pull apart. Thankfully it came with salsa and sour cream. The waitress came around again and asked how your meals were and you all nodded as you continued to eat but as soon as she left, a whole different sensation flowed through your body as she walked by our table again. You put your fork down and watched her walk into the bathroom. You asked the guys if you could be excused from the dinner table and Dean automatically got up from his spot to let you by. You slightly smiled at him before walking over to the bathroom.

 

You walked into the bathroom to see her staring in the mirror at her reflection while fixing her hair and her black low cut v -neck shirt and applied her lip-gloss. You stepped behind her trying to look menacing but honestly, that shit would never work on your face. She glanced up at you last minute before you grabbed her by her long blonde ponytail and smashed her face against the mirror, shattering it to pieces. Next thing you knew, she grabbed your hand off her head and pulled you arm around your back to knee you in your stomach hard. You groaned deeply, trying to regain your footing while punching her in the face with your right hand a few times before she raised one hand as a force picked you up and threw you through the bathroom door back out into the diner. The patrons even the boys all looked over at the scene, they stood up and stayed there for a second not knowing if they should drool over the cat fight that had broke out or if they should stop it.

 

“She didn't seem like the violent type to me Dean. I think something's witchy here.” Sam said to Dean and with that fact, they both started to look for the hex bag. Seeing that you were completely losing the fight Dean ran over and grabbed the other woman to pull her off of you as you lay on the floor trying to stay conscious, while Sam found the hex bag hiding underneath the table and set it on fire while the other patrons were running out of the diner at the sight of a fire.

 

“It's her! It's her!” You screamed at the boys, as you were spitting blood out of your mouth and getting up off the ground while watching the blonde witch struggle against Dean successfully to his surprise getting out of his grip and running out of the diner.

 

“Are you sure?” Dean asked while running to the front door of the diner, getting a glimpse of her Honda Accord speeding out of the parking lot.

 

You nodded and held the nearest table for support, “She was going on and on during the fight about how all she wanted was friends and that when she was done killing me.” You sat down on the chair and grabbed a napkin to spit out as much blood you could before continuing, ”She was going to hex you guys into forgetting the hunt you were on and to stay and be her friend, she's lonely that's it. Crazy bitch.”

 

By this time, the boys heard the police sirens and decided it was time to leave. Dean came over, picked you up and carried you out to the Impala as Sam walked into the kitchen to ask where the waitress lived. Dean held you close as he opened the back door to lay you on the backseat.

 

You held your stomach and groaned slightly as you started to sit up properly, catching your reflection in the rear-view mirror to see your bruised right eye and scratched cheekbone. You raised your right hand to touch your cheekbone only sucking in a breath in pain, noticing your bloody and bruised knuckles. You were not a pretty sight to behold you can give yourself that. You groaned again and leaned your head back against the headrest just as Dean got into the driver’s seat while Sam got in the passenger side.

 

“What did you find out?” Dean asked his younger brother as he started the car and put her in gear.

 

“She doesn’t live very far, 86 Crimson River Landing.” Sam said as he looked over at you, “How are you doing Y/n?”

 

You rolled your head over to Sam, “How the hell do you think I’m doing?” You said giving him a glare.

 

Dean looked in the rear-view at you and chuckled, “You did ask for that.”

 

Sam looked at Dean and said, “Shut up jerk.”

 

Dean replied, “Bitch.”

 

You rolled your eyes and said, “Guys! The police will be here any moment! Let’s just get there to kill the bitch already.”

 

Dean peeled out of the parking lot, “Don’t rush me!” he said as the car sped up the street. You looked out the windshield to notice a car speeding up as well, leaning forward towards the front seat you squinted through your visible eye and Dean looked over at you quickly before looking back at the road, “What’s wrong with you?”

 

You side glared at him with an eyebrow raised, “Isn’t that her car Dean?” You asked him.

 

“Is it?” Dean asked stupidly also leaning forward to look through the windshield.

 

“Dude!” Sam said before looking at Dean too, “Step on it.”

 

“I want to kick her fucking ass cause she hexed me!” You said angrily. You crossed your arms while slightly scrunching up my face a little is disgust.

 

“You are not coming inside with us.” Dean said furiously and Sam looked back at you again,

 

“He’s right, you’re hurt way too much.” Sam said to you but you gave him your own bitchface.

 

“I have a seriously big reason why I should be the one to kill her! I watched my best friend get killed!” You yelled, punching the back of the front seat.

 

“Hey!” Dean exclaimed, “Don’t you dare do that again.” His voice lined with poison.

 

You scoffed, “What are you gonna do about it?” You said, challenging him.

 

Dean’s mouth was about to open to counterattack but Sam shouted, “Dean! Here!”

 

Dean looked to the right to see the car pull into the driveway so he pulled in close to the curb and you did as before and jumped out before he parked it. You ran up the driveway to see the blonde witch get inside the house quickly, you got to the door and kicked it open in anger.

 

“Y/n! Wait!” Sam yelled after you but you walked into the house to see her standing in the living room, surrounded by candles and a table stood in front of her, iron handcuffs sitting atop the table.

 

You walked forward but she raised her hand clenching it to keep you from moving towards her.

 

“No more steps Y/n…” the witch told you but you just tilted your head at her, thinking of a way to kill her.

 

Just then, Sam and Dean ran in to see you standing still and the witch raised her other hand flicking her wrist and sending the both of them flying into the wall and being lifted up off the ground, their guns and knives falling to the ground.

 

“Uh-uh,” the witch said and she smirked, walking over to where they were hanging against the wall, “Sam and Dean Winchester, how nice to finally meet you.” She said raised her head high to wink at both of them.

 

“Ugh,” You groaned before looking over at her, “Just kill us and get it over with.”

 

The witch smiled and walked over to you, getting close to your face, “What makes you think I want to kill you?” she said and turned around towards the table.

 

You looked over at Sam and Dean, their faces composed almost like stone, their eyes widening as the witch walked back over to you and cuffed your left wrist with the iron handcuffs. You looked down at your arm with your mouth wide open, “What the hell are you doing?!”

 

She looked up at you with a smirk and used both of her hands to push you against the wall close to Dean, “Something that should be done…” she said and lifted your left arm above your head to be close to Dean’s right arm, she cuffed his right wrist before any of us could object.

 

Your eyes widened in shock as she chanted a small spell making the cuffs glow purple for a short time, “You witch bitch!” You yelled and mentally groaned at your comeback.

 

Sam chuckled, “You're just as bad as Dean when it comes to comebacks.”

 

Dean looked over at Sam with his own bitchface, “Hey!” he exclaimed.

 

You started to giggle but realization hit you and you stopped, thinking over what Sam said in your head, “Oh... well screw you too!” You turned your head back to look at the witch, “What do you have against me and my best friend?” You spat out at her.

 

“Your constant friendship sickened me to no end.” She spat back at you as she walked over to the table and grabbed a long silver knife.

 

“But that didn't mean you had the fucking right to kill her!” You screamed at the witch, pulling at the force she had against you.

 

“Oh Y/n...” the witch said to you with a wicked grin, “If you only knew what Veronica had caused...”

 

Just then you saw Veronica’s apparition standing against the far wall, Dean and Sam saw her too and they looked down at you and you just shrugged not knowing what the hell was going on. As Veronica walked towards the witch, the candlelight flickered slightly and the witch stopped what she was doing to see Veronica tackle her into the lit fireplace. The witch’s screams pierced through our ears as her skin burned off making her look grotesque and you knew you would have a nightmare that night. As soon as she was there and gone, Veronica smiled at you and waved and you waved back mouthing thanks to her.

 

Sam and Dean fell from where they hung, landing on their feet. Dean bent forward to place his hands on his knees and with the handcuffs on both of us, he jerked your arm forward with him. “Dean!” you exclaimed and he looked up at you.

 

“Right…” Dean stood up just as Veronica’s ghost was disappearing and you looked over at her and she gave you a thumbs up.

 

‘Have fun with him’ you heard her whisper in my ear and you smiled, shaking your head.

 

“Bye Veronica,” You said out loud as a stray tear fell down you cheek going into your cut cheek and you hissed sharply.

 

“Yeah thanks,” Dean said out loud, walking over the fireplace and pulling you along.

 

“Fuck Dean!” You exclaimed and pulled him back a little, “We’re still connected remember?” You said through gritted teeth, lifting up your arms to indicate the cuffs.

 

“We need to get those off of you guys,” Sam said behind us.

 

You looked over your shoulder at him and said, “No shit dickwhistle!”