SupernaturalxReader

Marooned (Dean x Reader)

  "Dean we've been on the road for hours. Can we pull over at a rest stop for just a few minutes?" you asked from the passenger seat.

"Yeah I wouldn't mind stretching my legs for a bit," Sam agreed from the back.

"Alright, alright. You bunch of wimps." A couple of miles down the lightly forested road Dean spotted a rest stop and eased the Impala to the side of the road.

"Thank goodness," you sighed. You attempted to open the door but it was locked. That's weird you thought. You didn't remember locking it earlier. You pulled up on the knob but it wouldn't budge. "Dean can you try this? It's stuck."

"Ah you just don't have the magic touch," he smiled. He leaned over and pulled but, again, it refused to move. "What the-?" he mumbled. He attempted again with both his hands but there was no change. "Sam try the back doors."

Sam and Dean tugged and pushed at the remaining doors and locks but found them all to be immobile. Suddenly the Impala lurched forward before the motor died out. Dean cursed and tried to get it back on but he was met with only a grinding sound. The air suddenly turned cold and your breath began to cloud in front of you.

"Oh no," you groaned. An entity flickered several times in front of the Impala before a figure of a woman became visible. She had hiking gear on that looked to be from the 80s and several deep wounds covered her neck and chest. She glared at you with sunken eyes from behind dark matted hair. She smiled eerily at you before flickering out and disappearing.

Dean tried to start the engine again while you and Sam struggled to get a door open. After several minutes of vain attempts, you all stopped in defeat.

"Either of you know how to Houdini out of a locked car?" you asked.

"No, but Bobby might. Or he can at least come get us," Sam replied. He punched in Bobby's number but was met with an automated voice telling him his call could not be completed as dialed. He looked at the phone screen and saw the infamous red lined circle where the bars should be. "Do either of you have any signal?"

You and Dean checked your phones and were met with the same red circle. Dean grabbed the box of burner phones from the under the seat and found they all had the same error sign. He hung his head in defeat.

"This is all your fault Sam," he said running a hand over his face.

"My fault? (Y/n) is the one that wanted to stop in the first place!"

"Hey!" you exclaimed.

"I'm not gonna blame (y/n) so that means its your fault," Dean said. You smiled smugly at Sam. He huffed in response and went back to his phone.

Dean rubbed his hands over his eyes before speaking again.

"Okay, this is simple. We just break a window. Then at least we can get out and plan our next move." You and Sam both nodded in agreement. "Sorry about this Baby." He turned his head and slammed his elbow into the window. He repeated the action several times but the window remained intact.

"Try using your feet," you suggested.

"Yeah everyone knows legs are stronger than arms," Sam encouraged. Dean slid across the seat and placed his foot against the window. After three kicks the window shattered. You and Sam cheered but it was a premature celebration. Within seconds the splintered glass rose from the street and reassembled. The window was once again in intact. Dean smashed it again after a few kicks but the window fixed itself again. Dean sat back in the driver's seat and fell against the steering wheel.

"Why did I agree to stop?" he mumbled.

"We'll think of something," Sam reassured. "Just give me a minute." While Dean was moping and Sam thinking, you realized your phone was gone. You looked around and saw it on the floorboard. When you leaned down to get it you saw a tiny signal bar in the corner.