Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Dead Man's Blood

The boys and I were sitting in a café for lunch and trying to find a job. Dean flipped through a newspaper, while Sam was on his laptop. "Well guys. Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What've you got?" Dean asked, folding the paper.

"Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived." Sam said. "Sounds more like 'That's Incredible' than, uh, 'Twilight Zone'." Dean said. "Yeah." Sam replied.

"What else you got?" I asked Sam. "Ahh, man in Colorado, local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home." He said. "Elkins? I know that name." Dean muttered, furrowing his brow as he tries to remember. "Doesn't ring a bell." Sam said. "Yeah, same here." I said.

"Elkins...Elkins...Elkins." Dean said, under his breath, taking out John's journal to flip through it. "Sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first they said it was some sort of bear attack and now, they've found some signs of robbery." Sam explained.

"Mm-hmm. There, check it out." Dean said, turning the journal towards Sam and I, pointing to 'D Elkins 970-555-0158' "You think it's the same Elkins?" I asked. "It's a Colorado area code." He replied.

We got in the Impala drove to Colorado, cruising down the road, with snow-capped mountains for some nice scenery. We got to Elkins's cabin by nightfall and Sam picked the lock to the front door, slowly opening it, while Dean and I held up our flashlights. "Looks like the maid didn't come today." Dean said as we look around at the mess.

"Hey, there's salt over here. Right beside the door." Sam said, still by the entrance. I notice a journal on a desk and begin flipping through it. "You mean protection against demon salt, or 'oops I spilled the popcorn' salt?" Dean asked as he looks around the room.

"It's clearly a ring. You think this guy Elkins was a player?" Sam asked, joining us in the room with his flashlight. "Definitely." I replied. I felt the boys come up behind me and look over my shoulders down at the journal. "That looks a hell of a lot like Dad's." Sam said. "Yep." Dean muttered. "Except this dates back to the 60s." I said.

We move into the other room and shine our flashlights around the destruction, including up at the hole in the roof. "Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one." Sam said. "Looks like he put up a hell of a fight too." I said. "Yeah." Sam muttered.

As we start looking around the room, I step on something. I look down and removed my foot to see a old empty case, with an outline of a gun and couple of bullets. "Hmm." I hum and kept looking around.

Dean crouch to get a closer look at the floor. "You got something?" Sam asked him. "I dunno. Some scratches on the floor." He said. "Death throes maybe?" I suggested. "Yeah, maybe." Dean replied. Dean grab a page from a notebook and place it over the marks, rubbing it over with a pencil lead and getting an outline.

"Or maybe a message." He said. Dean peels up the paper, which now has a lot of blood on the back, and hands it to Sam. "Look familiar?" He asked. "Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop." Sam said. "Just the way Dad does it." Dean said.

We drove over to the post office, where Dean opens a post office box, Sam and I at his side. He removes a letter, staring at it then shows it to us. We all look at each other, confused.

"'J.W.' You think? John Winchester?" Sam asked, as we sat Impala staring at the letter in Dean's hands. "I don't know. Should we open it?" Dean asked. Suddenly there was a knock on Dean's window, making him gasps, rear back, automatically raising his arm, fist clenched. It was John Winchester. When John sees he has shocked us, he smiles. "Dad?" Dean asked.