#lucky i never seen her on my dashboard or ig

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wtf that strummerlady story???

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Don’t Save Me- Chapter 2

So.... hallos again~ I haven’t updated or done any writing so I’ve been very bad but here’s the posting of Chapter 2! ENJoy!

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In the middle of the night, you started to feel warm…too warm in fact. You were starting to feel uncomfortable as the heat surrounding you felt suffocating. You shifted under the blanket as you tried to move away from the furnace you were trapped in when you hit something that felt like…arms? A grunt came from above you as you found yourself being gripped tighter towards…is this a wall or is this a chest?

Your eyes shot open and you found yourself trapped between someone’s grasp as deep, steady breaths tickled your ear. Tilting your head slightly, you see a familiar rugged face.

Oh my fuck…why is he?

You blushed as you suddenly remembered your hand clutching his arm because you didn’t want to be alone. The thought of Sam not leaving your side as you slept made your heart feel tight. You couldn’t help but stare at him fascinated. He had deep shadows under his eyes and faded lines marked his forehead, probably from thinking too hard or worrying too much. His straight nose had faint indents near the bridge and his lips were… Oh my gosh! Stop it, (Y/n) get a hold of yourself!

Taking a deep breath, you calmed your panic. Warily loosening his arm around your waist, you swung yourself out of the bed. You had to be careful that you wouldn’t move too fast. The room was dark and the moonlight reflecting the still form on the other bed indicated that Dean was fast asleep like Sam. Rubbing your fingers on your temples you began to think of your escape plan. Ok…I need a way to get to Uncle Lou and Jacob...

Glancing around you try to search for a weapon that you could use. You remembered seeing a duffel in the corner of the room. Now, where is it… A-ha! Sighting the bag, you inched closer and leaned down to zip it open. Slowly…slowly…no noise, ok…

Looking inside, you find an array of knives, guns, bullets, a bag of salt, and a flask amid disheveled pieces of clothing. You touched the handle of a gun and a sudden thought popped into your head, I can’t shoot for my life.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a dagger and the flask which you assumed was filled with holy water. You looked at the flannel shirt longingly. It’s cold outside…Fuck it, I’m already stealing their stuff…

Shuffling the shirt around yourself you stuffed the knife in the back of your pants. A quiet groan came from the bed and made you freeze in your place. Shit.

Turning your head around, you found them still asleep. Exhaling in relief, you snuck towards the door cautiously so that you wouldn’t disturb the salt lines they drew on the floor. You turned the lock. The soft click echoed through the room as you turned the knob, opening to the crisp chill of the early morning.

You hobbled as fast as you could, biting your lip to forget the pain coursing through your leg. Spotting an old truck near the end of the parking lot, you made your way over while sneaking glances behind you.

Fiddling with your ring you hit the latch making the tool spring out. Picking the lock was easy enough to do but the difficulty was figuring out how to hotwire the car. It wasn’t the first time you tried to start a car without the key but it had been a while since you had the need to do so.

Grunting as you got into the driver’s seat, you bent down and felt around for the screws on the panel underneath the wheel. You popped the cover open as you fiddled for the red wires. You hear the struggle of the car’s ignition.  “Come on, come on…start for me…” you mumbled to yourself and the car’s engine rolled to life.

“So far, so good,” you opened the front compartment, in hopes of finding a phone but unfortunately it was filled with junk. Slamming your hand on the steering wheel you let out a frustrated sigh, “Shit.” I should’ve stolen a phone.  Shaking your head, you drove down the highway for a while trying to figure out what to do.

The last time you heard from your uncle, they were in Sioux Falls with a friend. That was more than two weeks ago. It was the only clue you had to their location. Desperate times, desperate measures. Stopping to the side of the road you rummaged through the compartment trying to find a map.

“At least there’s something useful in there…” you determined your route as you stepped on the gas and speeded down the highway. You were going to find your family at all costs.

Back at the Motel Room

           Dean woke up in the middle of the night with an odd feeling of uneasiness. He sat up on his bed and ran his hand through his hair to wake himself up. He looked towards the other bed and found Sam sleeping peacefully. That should’ve been normal but what jolted Dean awake was that there was no one next to him. He stood up and scratched his head as he walked towards the bathroom door and knocked, “(Y/n)? You there?”

Sam drowsily sat up on the bed when he heard his brother. He looked at the man with concern. The girl sleeping next to him was gone and that was unusual. He never slept that peacefully at least not to the point where anyone can sneak away without him knowing. He stood up and walked over to Dean as he pressed his ear against the door. Cocking his head to the side, Dean stared at his brother in alarm at the absence of a response.

“Hey (Y/n), I’m coming in,” his eyes widened as he found the bathroom empty.

Dean ran towards his duffel as Sam ran towards the wall gathering papers. “Where could she have gone?” the tall man hurriedly stuffed his bag as Dean grabbed his jacket, “A girl like that escaping your watch… You’re getting rusty, Sammy.”

Sam zipped his duffel as he rolled his eyes at him, “Anyways, you have any idea where your little girlfriend could’ve gone?” Dean hoisted his bag on his shoulder and ripped the door open.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Dean.” the green-eyed hunter shrugged as he tossed his bag into the trunk of his car.  Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sam sighed as he sat in the passenger seat, “She probably went to find her uncle and brother. From how she talked it seemed like her uncle knew about us. You think Bobby might know him?”

“You’re the genius here Sam, how the heck would I know?” Dean frowned as he started the car and drove towards the highway.

“Dean, how do we find her? It’s not like she has some GPS on her that would lead us to where she is.” Dean smirked at his brother, “No but we got an angel with mojo that could probably track her. Cas! Get your ass down here.”

After a few moments, an indifferent voice spoke breaking the dark silence in the car. “Hello Dean,” he nodded towards the man in the passenger seat, “Sam.”

The long-haired man looked back towards the angel, his eyes filled with urgency. “Cas, we need you to find a girl. Her name’s (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)?” the blue-eyed angel cocked his head to the side as Sam sighed in frustration. “She’s the girl the red-eyed demon’s after.”

Cas’ brow arched upwards and looked towards Dean, “Did you guys lose her?”

Dean groaned in annoyance. “Look Cas, can you find the girl?”

“I don’t need to find her,” Cas answered flatly.

“What do you mean you don’t need to find her? Cas, she’s being chased by a demon for God’s sake!” Sam shouted at Cas feeling bitter at the angel’s unwilling attitude. Dean’s eyes widened as he glanced at Sam’s face. He hadn’t seen his brother burst out at Cas before and he was the hotheaded one.

“Do us this favor, Cas. We need to find the girl before the demon gets her.”

The blue-eyed man sitting in the back stared back calmly as he answered, “I don’t need to find her. I know where she is and she’s in danger.”

The two brothers looked at one another, shaking their heads. “Why the hell didn’t you say so in the first place, Cas?”

“I did tell you. Just now.” The angel furrowed his brows as he tried to understand why the brothers were upset. Sam sighed as Dean stepped on the gas.

“Where is she, Cas?”

The map rustled through your fingers as you tried to determine where you were. You took a wrong turn earlier on and couldn’t figure out the map’s direrction. The gas light began to blink on the dashboard of the truck as a bitter sigh escaped your lips. You needed to get some gas.

Scanning the road, you see a sign reading a station coming up in a few miles. You find the bright red sign of a Stop-N-Go station and you park the truck near the pump. You reached into your jeans pocket and realize that you didn’t have any money. You dug through the front compartment flinging papers out of it. in hopes of finding a stray credit card but you knew you weren’t going to be so lucky.

“Dammit…” you slammed your hands on the wheel and hunched over it. This was the dumbest plan ever. You were stuck at a gas station in the middle of nowhere with no way of protecting yourself other than the knife on your back and a flask of holy water. You were cold, lost and alone with no way of calling anyone for help. Frustration began to take over as you tightened your fist on the steering wheel.

A loud knock on the window interrupted your thoughts as a man stood there looking at you. Wiping the stray tears that escaped from your face, you rolled the window down to face the man.

“You alright, miss?” he asked, concern marring his features. You nodded and forced yourself to smile, “Yes, I’m alright. I just…I, um…I’ll just leave.”

You started to roll the window up when his hand suddenly shot out and stopped it. “If you want, I could pay for your gas miss.” Shocked by the suggestion of the elder man you shook your head, “No, I’m ok. I couldn’t possibly take advantage.”

“Oh I don’t mind. It’s no trouble at all. In fact, I think you made my job much easier when you escaped the Winchester boys.” Shooting your head up you saw the man’s eyes transform into the color of nightmares. Grabbing the flask in your pocket you flung water across the man’s face. He howled in pain as his face burned like acid had hit him. You grabbed the passenger door and rushed out, wincing as a searing pain crawled up your leg when you leaned on it. Your knees buckled down and hit concrete as a hand captured your ankle.

“Oh (Y/n), you didn’t think you could escape, did you?” he sneered as he dragged you towards him making you yelp in surprise. You desperately clawed the pavement and kicked at him as you attempted to free yourself but the burning sensation on your leg was overwhelming.

“I wouldn’t struggle so much you know. Master told me that I could do whatever’s necessary to bring you back to him… and I’m not as nice as the bloodsuckers you saw before.” He straddled your hips to keep you grounded as you wriggled below attempting to toss him off. He smiled as he pulled your head making his black eyes pierce into your own. You tried to turn your head away but his strength overpowered you.

“We can have some fun first before I deliver you to Master,” you whimpered as his hand gripped along your neck but suddenly water streamed down your face as the demon before you hunched over screaming. An arm grabbed and pulled you from the screeching demon as Dean’s knife found its way to the demon’s chest. An orange light glowed from the man’s mouth and eyes as it shouted in agony.

Dean walked over and stood above you as his brother kneeled next to you, “What the hell did you think you were doing?! You’re being chased by a demon and you just go prancing around outside like a-”

“Dean-”

“No Sammy, this girl’s gotta understand the shit that she’s in and-”

“Dean!” Sam shouted at his brother as he saw your shoulders shake and tears well in your eyes. Dean shut his mouth in a tight line as his brother glared at him to quiet down. He turned and walked towards his car leaving you with Sam.

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Sam gently placed his hands on your arms as he looked at you anxiously.

“I-I, I’m sorry. I needed to find my uncle and brother. I couldn’t stay and I…” you glanced at the corpse of the old man. You felt so weak as you remembered the demon on top of you. It could subdue you with little effort and the feeling of being helpless made you resentful.  

A soothing hand came around your shoulders, “We told you we would help you, (Y/n). We’ll help you search for your uncle and brother. You don’t have to do it alone.”

You looked at the man in front of you as he gave you a soft smile, “We’ve got experience handling demons so I think it would be best if you let us help. You’re a lot safer with us too so let us help you, okay?” His face was so sincere that tears overwhelmed your face as you nodded your head. He made you feel so safe as he let you lean on his chest while you wept. His arms came around to envelop you in his familiar warmth.

           You slowly pulled away as your tears began to stop. He stood up and offered you his hand as you attempted to steady yourself on your feet. When he saw that you couldn’t get up he placed an arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder lifting you up from the cold floor. He grinned down at you, “It really is faster this way (Y/n).”

You blushed as you lowered your head to avoid his gaze, “Thank you for saving me, Sam.”

           “It’s no problem, (Y/n). That’s what we do.” With a slight flush on his cheeks, he walked towards the black impala where Dean was leaning on the side door staring at the both of you.

“About damn time. Your chick flick moment took long enough.” Dean rolled his eyes as he opened the back door for Sam so that he could place you inside. The two brothers hopped into the front of the car as Dean started the engine.

“Um… Dean, I’m sorry and thank you for saving me.” He looked at you through the rear-view mirror as you fidgeted in the back seat. Sam glanced at his brother and arched his brow making Dean sigh in response.

“Sweetheart, next time don’t ever run off alone. You got me?”