Supernatural One Shots

You'd Never Have Known

Dean x Reader

Reader has been hiding her depression for years, one night Sam confronts her about it and someone happens to overhear...

Warning: depression, self-hatred

"Dammit! Y/N shoot him!"

Crawling across the floor as fast as your wobbly arms and legs would allow you dove for the gun and turned to shoot the werewolf. Raising the gun you saw him run towards you.

BANG BANG BANG

Three shots to the chest and he fell just as he reached you, unfortunately his body also landed on top of you. Grunting with the extra weight you struggled to move out from under him, suddenly the weight was lifted and you looked up to see Sam holding out a hand to help you up. "You okay?"

Nodding you took the offered hand and let him pull you up. Everything hurt, you'd been thrown not once but twice into a wall and now it was time to pay the consequences. Dean limped over from the other end of the room. "Everybody good?"

Sam nodded, you simply stared to your left, lying there was the body of the werewolf's last victim. She was alive when you arrived, unfortunately you just weren't quick enough to save her. The scream she made as the monster killed her was still ringing in your ears. Deans face softened and he walked forward to throw an arm around your shoulder, blocking your view of the body. "Sammy take care of em, I'm taking Y/N to the car."

Bringing your arm up you wrapped it around Deans shoulder the best you could since he was taller than you. Both limping slightly you made your way out of the house and down the walkway towards baby. Once you reached the car Dean opened the back door and guided you to sit down. Walking around to the trunk he retrieved the first aid kit and came back to kneel in front of you. "Let's get you cleaned up princess."

Giving him a b***h face you rolled your eyes, "You know I hate when you call me that."

Smirking Dean opened a pack of alcohol wipes and began cleaning up the cuts on your face, "I know, that's why I do it. Nice shootin by the way." Looking away you mumbled, "Thanks." When he was finished he asked if you were hurt anywhere else, looking into his unbelievably green eyes you smiled, "No but thanks Dean." Taking the kit out of his hands you stood up, "Your turn." Dean leaned against the back of the car and let you clean up the cuts he had on his face and hands.

As you finished Sam came out of the house and you all climbed into the car. Stretching out in the back seat you decided sleep sounded like the best thing right now. Turning back to look at you Sam's brows creased, "You sure your okay Y/N?" Nodding and giving him the best smile you could you reached into your bag to grab your headphones. "Yeah Sam I'm fine, another monster down right? I'm just ready to go home." Smiling weakly at you Sam turned back to face the front and the smile dropped from your face.

Putting on the headphones you knew you were almost eleven hours away from the bunker, already you felt the guilt beginning to eat at your insides but until you were in the safe haven of your room you couldn't give in. Until then the best thing to do was blare some music and sleep. Anything to rid you of the screaming in your head. Rolling up your jacket as a pillow and laying your head down you reached for your phone and turned on some music. You didn't care what, anything would work.

The feel of the impala going down the road and the fact that you hadn't slept in two days soon had you drifting off. But not before a single tear escaped and slid down your cheek.

Waking up slowly you took in your surroundings, in one of those dazes where you aren't really sure where you are but you also feel like going back to sleep. Taking off your headphones it took a moment for you to notice the car wasn't moving. You began to sit up when you realized there was a jacket laid across your body. Since it was dark you weren't sure whos it was until you smelled worn leather, gun powder, and spices, definitely Deans.

Sitting up to see through the window you saw Sam filling up the impala and Dean walking out of a*****e. Deciding everything was fine you laid back down and snuggled into the jacket more. The thought of him laying it over you as you slept had you blushing slightly. You'd had strong feelings for him ever since you began hunting with the brothers two years ago. Suddenly the usual thought popped into your head, He's only being nice, it's not like he did it because he likes you. Dean would never look at you the way he looks at the women in bars. Your no where close to pretty enough.

Sighing you decided to enjoy this while it lasted and tried to go back to sleep, Deans scent surrounding you. Dean walked up to Sam and you could hear them talking outside. "Dean do you think Y/Ns okay?" Suddenly sleep flew to the back of your mind as you listened for Deans response. "Yeah Sammy she's good. It was just a few cuts." You could hear Sam taking the gas nozzle out of the car.

"No Dean, I meant, well she seemed pretty shaken up about the girl. I know sometimes we loose people but it still sucks when we can't save someone." Before Dean could answer you sat up and stretched, trying to break the conversation. Leaning your head out of the window you pretended to have just woken up.

"Where are we?"

Both men looked up at your voice, "Still about eight hours from the bunker. How'd you sleep princess?" Dean grinned at you. Narrowing your eyes you stuck your tongue out at him. Stepping out of the car you stretched, not noticing Deans eyes watching your body and the little bit of your stomach that showed as you raised your arms above your head.

"I'm hungry, Sam you want anything?"

"Yeah can you grab me a bottle of water and a couple granola bars."

Walking towards the store you threw up a hand to signal you heard. A small bell rang as you entered, first things first, after a long car ride you needed to pee. Once that was done you began grabbing all your favorite snack foods. As you were trying to decide between your two favorite types of chips you felt a presence beside you. Turning to your right you saw Dean standing there leaning against the end of the shelf. "Can I help you?"

Frowning he looked at you, "You only asked if Sam wanted anything, he your favorite or something?" Shrugging you decided to get both bags and threw them in your basket, "He is when he doesn't call me annoying names." Walking towards the coolers you heard Dean following behind you. Scanning the drinks you grabbed a bottle of water for Sam and tried to find your favorite drink y/f/d. After a moment you were about to give up when you heard someone clear their throat beside you.

Dean stood there holding a bottle of y/f/d in his hand and grinning, "Am I out of the dog house now?" You couldn't help but grin and reached for the drink, "I suppose so, now would you like anything Dean?" Grinning wide he took of towards the counter beside the register and picked up a small plastic container with a piece of pie inside. Laughing you just shook your head and placed your basket on the counter.

Once everything was paid for you made your way outside and back to the car. Looking inside you noticed Sam had thrown Deans jacket back in the front seat and spread out across the back, already sound asleep. Standing up and walking around to the front door you looked across the top of the car at Dean, "Looks like your stuck with me the rest of the way." Dean looked into the back seat and back at you, if you didn't know any better you'd say his eyes actually got brighter, "My lucky day I guess."

Smiling you were about to get in the car when you stopped, a thought suddenly occurring to you. Looking back up you noticed the dark circles under Deans eyes. "Hey why don't I drive for awhile? You've been driving all night and you didn't sleep any last night." Dean seemed to think for a moment and shrugged, "Okay."

It was a rare moment when you got to drive baby, and when you did you loved every minute of it. Dean wasn't the only one who loved that car. Once Sam had accidently scratched the edge of the trunk when he was pulling out his machete and before Dean could say anything you had already started reprimanding him. When you were done Sam looked thoroughly guilty and Dean gave you a look you couldn't quite decipher, pride maybe?

Jumping behind the wheel you laid the bag of junk food in the floor board and took the keys from Deans outstretched hand. Starting the engine you couldn't help but smile, you weren't able to get excited about much anymore but this was definitely one of the things you loved most. Dean smiled watching your face light up. Reaching into the bag he pulled out his pie and a plastic fork as you pulled out onto the highway. "Home Jeeves, while I sit back and enjoy a slice of heaven."

Laughing quietly so you didn't wake Sam you decided to turn on the radio. As soon as you did Hey Jude came on, instantly making you smile. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dean do the same. The atmosphere in the car became relaxed and you melted into the seat with your hands comfortably on the wheel. After a few minutes of just listening to the music and you singing quietly along you looked over to see Dean staring at you. Looking back at the road you became nervous, "What?"

Snapping back to reality he cleared his throat, "Nothing I um, I was wondering if you wanted some of my pie?" Snorting you grinned and looked over, "Seriously? THE Dean Winchester is asking if I want some of his precious pie? Wow, is it my birthday or something?" Laughing he cut a piece off and lifted the fork towards you, "Shut up I'm a nice guy, here." Lifting one hand you tried to take the fork but Dean pulled back, "Both hands on the wheel missy!"

Shooting him a frown you put your hand back on the wheel. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dean lean closer, "Open." Looking at him one more time you opened your mouth for the offered treat. Feeding you the piece he then leaned back in his seat, grinning. "It's good right?"

You had to admit, for gas station pie it wasn't bad, "It's good, not as good as that diner we found in Ohio last month. But still pretty good." Deans face lit up at the mention of the diner, "Oh man they had thirteen flavors, you remember that!" Laughing you kept your eyes forward, "Oh I remember alright, once we killed the djinn you insisted we had to stop at the diner and try every flavor before we left. I still say the blueberry was the best."

Looking over you saw Dean shove the last bite of pie into his mouth and put the container and fork back in the bag as he shook his head. "No way, the cherry was the best and you know it!" Scoffing you shook your head in disagreement, "Your delusional, they were both good but the blueberry was better. Besides you only liked the cherry better because the waitress gave you her number with it." Looking over you saw Dean smile at the memory, a pang of jealousy shooting through you. Tightening your grip on the wheel you stared hard at the road ahead.

Dean looked over and noticed your change in demeanor. Rubbing the back of his head he wasn't sure what to say. "Well, I'm gonna get some sleep, don't wreck my baby." Rolling your eyes you shot him look, "I drive her better than you do, go to sleep." Frowning at the comment Dean leaned back against the seat with his head resting on the window. A few minutes later you heard soft snores coming from your right.

Sighing you continued staring at the road ahead, you knew what came next. Hours of nothing but you and your endless thoughts. The first to pop up was of course the recent hunt. Memories of the past day came flooding in with no way to stop them.

Pulling up to the house you already had a bad feeling. Shaking it off you jumped out as soon as the impala stopped and ran towards the trunk. The werewolf had taken another girl only an hour ago, time was running out. Reaching in you pulled out your revolver and loaded in six silver bullets. As back up you also grabbed a silver knife and shoved it into your boot. Dean closed the trunk and looked between you and his brother, "Okay, Sam you take the back, Y/N and I will go in the front."

Sam nodded and took off behind the house, following Dean you held up the pistol and readied yourself for whatever happened. Stepping onto the porch you cringed when you heard it creak beneath you. Looking at Dean he gave you a small nod and reached forward to open the door. At first there was nothing, it was almost too dark to see but the moonlight coming in the door behind you gave some help in lighting up everything.

Noticing a staircase in front with a living room to the left and a dining room to the right you tapped Deans shoulder. When he turned you nodded for him to go left, you would take the right. You saw the indecision flash in his eyes but before he could say anything you stepped forward and into the dining room. You heard Dean walk in the other direction and took a deep breath. Moving forward and listening you began searching every corner of the room and walking towards a door that more than likely led to the kitchen.

Just as you made it to the door something grabbed you from behind and flung you across the room. Skidding across the table you hit the china cabinet against the wall and felt glass rain down as you hit the floor. Dazed you shook your head and stood up as fast as you could, tightly gripping your gun that you luckily didn't drop. Raising the weapon you looked towards the doorway but saw nothing. Suddenly you heard what sounded like a whimper coming from beside the cabinet.

Turning you looked and saw a young woman sitting up against it, tears ran down her face and the fear in her eyes made you suddenly more alert. Before you could reach out to her you heard a low growl. Reflexes responding you turned and fired a shot towards a shadow you saw run across the room. Heavy footsteps made you turn towards the kitchen door and you saw Dean come running in. "Where is he?!"

Shaking your head and shrugging you continued to look left to right. "Dean get her out of here." Dean looked behind you at the woman sitting huddled against the cabinet. Running over he pulled her up and draped her arm across his shoulder. Keeping your gun up you began moving forward, Dean following behind. Reaching the front entryway you motioned for Dean to get out but before he could move you once again heard the growl, only this time it was much closer. The girl was ripped from Deans grasp from behind, a blood curdling scream rang out from the darkness before it was suddenly cut off.

Tears burned your eyes but you blinked quickly to get rid of them. You felt Dean come up and stand shoulder to shoulder with you. A moment later you saw movement coming towards you and fired a shot, missing in the dark.. Suddenly you felt something push roughly against your chest and you flew back against the wall beside the front door.

Being thrown was definitely getting old, looking up you could just make out the shadows of Dean and the werewolf fighting. Dean was then thrown to the ground, the remaining shadow standing above him. You heard Dean moan and then turn towards you, "Dammit Y/N! Shoot him!"