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Supernatrual: Dean Winchester [U n d e r s t a n d i n g]
Key:
(l/n) last name
(y/n) your name
(e/c) eye color
Demons and supernatural creatures feared the name Winchester down to their bones. If you ever came near a Winchester you were already considered dead. The hunters were infamous, Sam and Dean Winchester sons of Mary and John. Ruthless killers to some and allies to others. They've saved countless people's lives and yet no one knows of their valor. Silent champions in the night slaying any monster that would lay a soiled claw on an unassuming human. They couldn't understand.
There has only ever been one name more famous than Winchester. (l/n). Born into the business of monster hunting you've been raised ruthless. There wasn't ever any love in your household. You were shooting a Glock 19 by your 4th birthday. Instead of princess dresses and fake jewelry for presents you go an assortment of knives and a handbook on how to kill. You were raised emotionless as your father would say 'There's no place for emotions on the battlefield.' That was probably the only thing you and your father agreed on. They refused to understand.
(Y/n) (L/n) the name that no creature ever dared whisper as they feared it might 'summon' you. Just as humans have superstitions about demons and supernatural shit they have superstitions about you. As the latest hair to the family business, your reputation preceded you. Something you found very helpful. It was never a bad idea to have more than a few beings fear you. You'd killed countless of their kind. Demons, vampires, werewolves, spirits, gods even, you name it you've probably killed it. They would never understand.
You were on your latest hunt up in Colorado Springs looking for a demon who'd been wreaking havoc across the US. You'd already tracked him through seven states, and to be honest you were tired as fuck. You got in late to the town so you checked into a cheap motel and laid down for a restless night of sleep. In the morning you went to the local library to do some research before setting out on your hunt. Walking into the library you scanned your surroundings noting everyone present. A few stressed out looking college students, some children running around and a handsome looking man sitting at the computers.
A hunter's life was lonely there was no doubt about it, you couldn't remember the last time you talked to someone out of want, not necessity. The last time you'd made a connection with someone they died. You were a machine serviced to protect humanity from the horrors that they couldn't handle. The horrors that you've had to bear since you were born. Tragedy pumped through your veins a fact you were intimately aware of. As much as you craved human touch you restrained yourself from it, it would just mess things up. Then you'd have to go through the whole mess of goodbyes and keeping what you do from them. No one would really understand your pain. Not even other hunters.
Settling down at one of the computers on the opposite side of the handsome man you're eyes are focused on the screen. Soon after you sat down you felt a pair of eyes on you. Your (e/c) orbs flickered up to meet bright green hues staring at you. You smirked averting your eyes back to the computer screen. You felt his eyes slip away from your form and you were able to get some decent research done before you felt his eyes on you again. Turning your head you locked eyes with him once more. This time he was the one smirking. His eyes slid down your body a smile breaking out on his face. You only rolled your eyes at his 'charm'.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"You first," You smirked, he looked surprised.
"Dean, Dean Winchester," Your eyebrows raised.
"The Winchesters? As in Sam and Dean Winchester, those who instill fear into all who might oppose them?"
"And who might oppose us?"
"Dare I say demons?" You smirked a malicious smile breaking out on your features. His eyes widened in surprise but it soon softened a few seconds after your response.
"You still haven't told me your name," You only smiled picking up your notes to walk out of the library.
Later in the day, you walked through the forest gun raised and a knife pinned to your thigh. You walked quietly watching your steps. You soon came upon a boy sitting on the ground in a small clearing, you swallowed thickly taking a deep breath.
"Christo," You muttered under your breath, the boys head snapped around his black eyes staring into yours. You drew the bottle of holy water from your pocket.
"Don't make me do this," You muttered under your breath. The boy was up in front of you in a second. "Shit."
The demon knocked you out and when you woke up you were chained to a chair staring at the demon.
"The great (y/n) (l/n) to think you were caught so easily," The demon said smirking.
"Mhm great can we get on with this, I'm trying to get eight hours in tonight before the long haul back to hell," You yawned only infuriating the demon more.
"I will be renowned in hell as the one who has captured (y/n) (l/n)," The demon smiled. You successfully picked your handcuffs locks and dove out of the chair toward the door. You stopped just outside the threshold watching the demon fight against the bounds of the trap.
"What?" The demon asked still fighting the barrier.
"It's quite simple really. I found your hideout earlier, made a giant demon trap on the floor and went out to look for you, and here we are," You smiled. You recited the exorcism spell from memory ignoring the screams of the young boy. He soon lay on the floor unconscious his head resting in your lap. He was going to die, the demon had been too reckless with his vessel. You ran your hand through the boy's hair as he whimpered.
"It's ok. You'll be ok. I'm sorry I couldn't have saved you earlier. I'm here, shh, you don't have to die alone," You whispered as the boy reached for your hand. You grasped his hand and had to look past how weak his grip was becoming. You cringed and swallowed the lump in your throat when his hand went limp and the color left his eyes. Gently laying the boy's body down on the make-shift bead you left the broken-down shack in the woods.
You set it on fire not looking back as it crackled and destroyed all that it held within. You spent the rest of the night at the bar watching the tv and drowning your sorrows in alcohol.
"(y/n)(l/n) huh? I knew you looked familiar from somewhere," Dean smirked walking up to you.
"Winchester. What are you doing here? You celebrating finishing up a case or is this where you come to get laid?"
"I'm hurt you think so low of me," Dean said holding a hand to his chest feigning being hurt.
"You should blame that on your reputation," You said signaling the bartender for another.
"What are you doing here? From what I heard your not one to drink,"
"You're right. I'm not. I guess you could say I'm celebrating," You gave a weak smile.
"What are you celebrating?"
"Finishing a case. Just killed the demon that's been running rampid and ruining people's lives,"
"Then why is it you don't sound happy?" Dean asked his gaze stealing as his green eyes met yours for the second time that day. It was then that you saw something in them.
"Don't I?" You gave a quick smile averting your gaze. There was a long silence before you spoke up again. "It had a kid as its vessel. It was reckless and after I exorcised it the kid started to die. Right there in my arms."
"I'm sorry," Dean's gruff voice hardly sounded sincere.
"It's not the first time I've killed a kid," You said daring to glance into Dean's eyes. The longer you stared the more a nagging feeling at the back of your head started to grow. You knew what it was that you saw in this man but you didn't know what this feeling was. He never broke eye contact.
"Soldiers. That's all we are," Dean said taking a sip from your beer.
"Your dad too?" You smirked, Dean smiled turning fully to face you. "Must be a dad thing with all hunters."
"What you mean ripping away your child's chance at a normal life? No, I'm sure all dads are that generous," Dean snapped taking a sip from your beer again. You raised your eyes amused asking the bartender for another cause obviously Dean needed it more than you did.
"You know there's a reason we're so good at our jobs Dean?"
"Yeah because it was embedded into our skulls from the day we were born?" Dean scoffed.
"Probably, but there's nothing keeping you here Dean. You could leave at any time and yet you stay. I think the reason you're so good at your job, the reason to fear the name Winchester, you will do anything to keep the ones you love safe. Even the people you don't know, people you've never even met, you fight for them so that they don't have to see what we do," Dean just shook his head, glancing away from you. That's when you realized what you had seen in his eyes. Understanding. It was so foreign to you you'd only seen it in other people's interactions.
Dean understood, he understood how much pain you felt while traveling the lonely road to becoming a hunter. Your stories were far from similar and yet they converged her in a small town in Colorado. Your paths were marked, as everything is in a life like this. Nothing is ever left to chance. You glanced up at the ceiling where the night sky would be taking a deep breath finally able to understand someone, to finally be able to share experiences, stories, battle scars. To finally have a friend, maybe even something more.
Dean realized the same thing you did as his eyes widened a fraction before looking back at you. You gave way to a light chuckle and soon Dean joined you. You clutched onto each other sharing more beers and genuinely smiling. Something you hadn't done since... well since never. Dean Winchester the man that makes Demons tremble and gods bow before him. The man that made you smile. Actually, smile a real smile.
"What's your favorite band?" Dean asked his eyes bright.
"AC/DC, Zeplin comes in a close second," You answered your smile growing wider as you see Dean's doing the same.
Word Count: 1827
Length: 5.3 pages
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