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Supernatural- Dean X Reader [3]

Title: De-tour
Warnings: Violence, Swearing
Prompt: A clever but infuriating tactic by demons caught you off-guard for the very first time.
Spoilers: I think only Alistair (tell me if there are more :D)
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"You sure you wanna go alone? I can come with if you want." Dean stopped working from underneath Baby and sat up, wiping his hands with a dirty rag from his jean pocket. "Sam'll be fine for a couple days."
"Honestly, Dean. I'll be fine. Besides, you look pretty busy anyway," you checked the ammo in your gun, quickly examining a bullet with a Devil's Trap engraved at the tip.
"Yeah, but whenever you say 'I'll be fine", some complication or something pops out of nowhere," he tried.
"I'm serious this time. No complications." With a familiar click, you slotted the bullet back into your pistol and placed it in your duffel bag which rested on your shoulder.
"I'll see you guys later." Your car unlocked. It was a black 64' Mustang.
"Be safe. Text me when you get to Nevada," he stood up to say goodbye.
"I will!" The engine purred pleasantly, relaxing your tense muscles. As you drove the car out of the open garage door, you spotted Dean waving through the rearview mirror. In response, you rolled down the window and waved back.

Blasting the CD that both brothers got for your birthday, you began your road trip to Missouri.

[#^•^#]

As Dean had taught you, Nevada was under your tyres by nightfall. You followed the directions of a motel, and once you found it, booked in.

The smell and appearance became normal to you, so at first you didn't notice the stench from under the bed, or the yellow stained carpet in the corner. Instead, you dumped your bag on the rickety chair beside you and fell backwards on the springy mattress, extremely tired.

Suddenly, you remembered that you had to text Dean when you arrived, so you quickly whipped out your phone to tell him you got there safe.

(Italics= You.  Bold= Dean)

Just got here. Gonna pick up the case tomorrow. Night X

You changed into a shirt which had cuffs that brushed the tips of your fingers and a hem which tickled your thighs. Obviously, this wasn't yours; it was Dean's. He finally gave it to you a few months ago when he caught you wearing it for the sixth time. "You can keep it if you want," he had said to you. So you did. It was a blue, subdued green and white plaid shirt, and it still had Dean's musk.

You crawled into bed and was about to shut off the grey lampshade on the bedside table when you saw your phone vibrate on your desk. You quickly checked your lock screen.

Sleep tight, sweetheart. Stay safe xx

You smiled at the text, and placed it gently back on the table, turning off the light and drifting into a content sleep.

[#^•^#]

The next day, you were sifting through files and interviewing witnesses. They were all children under the age of eight. They told you that someone broke into their homes and killed their family. On one occasion, a little girl said that a woman who murdered her mother and brother had pitch black eyes, as if they were two buttons embedded in her head. The woman stared right at her until a black cloud of smoke engulfed the room and before she knew it, everyone in the room was on the floor. She had hidden herself behind the TV stand.

There was enough material to point to a demon. The bad part was that there might have been more than one. An older boy explained that a strong man jumped through the bathroom window just as his front door was kicked down.

You texted Dean.

I'm looking for a couple demons. I would call but it's quite busy at the station X