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sofreddie · 3 months ago

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Not What You Wanted - Part 1

Summary: Being a fan from Ourverse, Chuck brings Y/N to the Supernatural world, but she's determined not to be a pawn.

Characters: Reader, Chuck, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Warnings: AU, Angst, Fluff

WC: 3,195

A/N: A new series! I love writing the 'fan reader' stories. It's so much fun, and I'm so excited to hear your thoughts. There will be pairings, and the tags will change, but I don't want to give anything away at the start. Enjoy!

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Y/N stood in a wooded area with a canvas backpack slung on her right shoulder, her hand wrapping around it tightly, clinging to it for dear life. She couldn’t believe the mess she had landed in. God - or Chuck as he insisted on being called - had snapped his little fingers and poofed her into his presence.

“You just need to be there for the Winchesters,” Chuck shrugged with a smile that attempted to comfort but came across as suspicious. “Easy for a fangirl, right?”

She growled in irritation, dropped to one knee, and looked at her wooded surroundings again before searching through the bag Chuck had provided her. It contained several survival-type items—matches, a Zippo lighter, a small notepad, and a cheap pen—and a few items of clothing that she recognized as her comfy favorites from her wardrobe back home.

She thought, Back home, realizing it was a different universe away, and she wasn’t sure how she would return. The Winchesters could help, but she had no intention of seeking them out. That’s precisely what Chuck wanted, and she didn’t trust him. She also didn’t want to impose herself on them.

“No, I won’t help you manipulate them,” Y/N seethed at the deity. In the back of her mind, she was screaming at herself to stop antagonizing God of all people. People? But she couldn’t help her anger and protectiveness over her favorite heroes.

“You will,” he insisted, suddenly reaching out a hand and placing it flat against her sternum.

She screamed out in pain, dropping to her knees, but his hand never left her. She thought she was being tortured or possibly killed, but then he removed his hand, and she dropped forward on her hands, trying to catch her breath.

Rising to her feet, she felt strange. She tested herself by stretching her limbs and splaying her fingers. She felt physically and mentally fit in a way she never had. Deciding she would investigate later, she chose a direction, walking to find her way out of these random woods and into some kind of civilization.

Y/N wasn’t sure what Chuck had planned for her or the Winchesters, but free will, right? She wouldn’t be a pawn for him to use against them or burden them. Honestly, she was more than a little terrified to even see them for real.

Yes, she was a fan, but they didn’t do well with fans.

Or things from other universes.

Or Chuck.

Besides that, this was not some PG-14 TV show anymore; it was reality. And reality had no rating. The truth was that they could just as quickly turn on her as they could help her, and she didn’t want to take the chance. It wasn’t like she thought very highly of herself, so why would they?

After several minutes, she saw a break-off in the distance, a small road ahead. She put a little more pep in her step, eager to try and find a way to earn some money and start getting herself established here.

Maybe Chuck would find her and send her home.

Maybe he’d kill her.

Regardless, she needed to find a way to survive in this world without coming into contact with the Win--

She froze as she broke through the treeline, two pairs of eyes looking over her, catching her breath in her throat. She knew her eyes were wide, their brows furrowing as their gazes swept over her.

It was them.

Sam and Dean Winchester.

They were standing on either side of the Impala, parked in front of the Bunker entrance. Of course, she’d recognized all of it immediately. Of fucking course, she had to have picked the wrong direction to go.

They were immensely bigger and hotter in person. Her breathing and heart rate picked up as her wide eyes roamed them. She felt an intense urge to run to them, confess everything, and simply be in their aura. But she reminded herself why she was avoiding them to begin with. To top it off, she did not want to come across as another Becky.

“You okay, Miss?” Sam spoke, breaking the stare-off.

Sam’s voice was deep but smooth, the rumbling sound of it like thunder rolling through her and vibrating in her chest. He was so very tall and broad, casting an immensely formidable figure. His long, chestnut locks tousled in the breeze, a light stubble adorning his chiseled jaw. She tried to guess when she might be by his hairstyle but was too distracted by his appearance to think clearly.

“Um-” What the hell was she supposed to say or do?!

“Did something happen?” Sam asked, turning away from the car and approaching her slowly. His hands were raised to show her he meant no harm.

Oh great! I must look like a terrified animal.

She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if she could run back into the woods and if they would just let her be. Instead, she turned around to look at the brothers.

Sam stood with a worried look as he patiently waited for her to respond. Dean, however, looked pensive and ready for a fight as he reached a hand under his shirt to the back of his pants. Her eyes widened with understanding, an idea suddenly occurring to her.

“I was just trying to get to the bus station,” she uttered, shifting her feet and looking at the ground. “My boyfriend-”

She trailed off, allowing the silence to fill with assumption. She never really needed to act, but she felt pretty proud of herself as Dean’s face hardened and his posture stiffened. His eyes swept her head to toe, likely looking for injuries.

“He hurt you?”

Dean was immediately on guard when this random woman emerged from the woods, expecting the worst: maybe a demon or witch? Now, he felt exceptionally protective and a bit aggressive about it. It was a confusing roller coaster on top of everything else churning within.

The deep timbre of Dean's voice only seemed to accentuate the anger radiating from him. She knew Dean had periods of absolute ire, but she didn't know what scenario was the source in this instance. The Bunker existed, so she knew she was within a specific time frame. But she also knew their lives within those walls were chaotic and dangerous.

“I just,” she stuttered, taking a deep breath. She, indeed, was afraid. But it was of the men standing in front of her. She let her fear show and covered it in her lie. “I just need to get away.”

“Okay,” Sam nodded in understanding.

Like his brother, Sam felt wave after wave of strong emotions regarding this mysterious woman. She looked terrified. However, his hunter instincts were on high alert - as always with unfamiliar people - his need to protect was the strongest. He found it quite odd that he practically needed to help her. Like a spark or draw to her that felt almost supernatural.

Reaching into his back pocket, Sam flashed his FBI badge and a reassuring smile. She tried not to smile back, knowing the badge wasn’t real.

“My partner and I are FBI. We can give you a ride to the bus station.”

Well, this is undoubtedly fortuitous: a ride to the bus station. They’ll drop her off, and she’ll be on her way; they’ll never see her again. Okay. She could do this. Just ride in the backseat of Baby with the Winchesters.

No big deal.

She lowered her gaze to the ground, nodding slightly, “Okay.”

Her voice was so small she wasn't sure they’d heard it. After the two men exchanged whispered words and silent gestures, Sam returned to the passenger side, and Dean opened the back door, gesturing for her to get inside.

She slid into the backseat, giving Dean a small smile, trying not to be completely fucking wrecked over how beautiful he was up close. She muttered a ‘thank you,’ Dean closed the door and climbed behind the steering wheel. She let her nervousness show as she focused out the window, allowing her mind to try and formulate a plan. She didn’t have any money, but maybe there was a shelter in town, or she could hitch a ride to a bigger city with one and go from there.

Caught up in her planning, she didn’t register the whispered and expression-strewn conversation Sam and Dean exchanged on the quiet ride through town.

“You feel something, too?” Dean whispered to his brother as he glanced in the rearview mirror, wary of eavesdropping.

Sam nodded, swallowing hard and glancing over the seat. Her gaze was glued to the passing scenery through the window, clearly off in her world of thoughts. She hadn’t realized they’d parked the car; her attention broke when Dean opened the back door for her again.

She exited the car and looked over the small local bus station building. Turning back towards the brothers with a genuine smile, she was surprised to see them smiling back at her.

“Thank you,” she offered before walking toward the building. A hand on her shoulder stopped her, and she turned to see Dean smiling down at her.

“Here,” he offered, handing her a sizable wad of cash. She smirked when he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “It’s all we have on us, but I hope it helps you get wherever you’re going. I’m sorry for what you’re going through.”

Sam reached forward to hand her something but tripped, a bit of his bottled water sloshing over the rim and on her. She jumped in surprise but gave a forgiving smile, wiping the wetness from her arm.

“Sorry about that,” Sam laughed awkwardly, brushing his hands hastily over the wet spots in a vain attempt to wick away the moisture. His borrowed silver ring from Dean brushed over the exposed skin of her hand. They exchanged another look before turning their attention back to her.

“Thanks again,” she pocketed the cash, waving to them both before heading inside.

The brothers hesitated a while, conversing while leaning on the car's roof. From this distance and through the windows, it was almost like watching the show. Her smile faded as she realized it wasn’t just a show anymore but her world now.

Sam and Dean hopped in the car, and she watched the Impala pull away, heading back the way they had come. She let out a long breath, sad to see them go but glad it was over. At least she couldn’t fuck up their lives now.

She went to the public bathroom, holing up in one of the stalls, and just sat on the seat, taking a long breath. She took the money from her pocket and counted what they’d given her, finding over four hundred dollars in her hand. She smiled and wiped a sudden tear that fell from her eye. That’d be more than enough for her to get settled somewhere.

It suddenly occurred to her that they could return looking for her, especially if Chuck caught up with them. She suddenly panicked, wanting to figure out how to hide from the Winchesters, Castiel, and Chuck. Heading out of the bus station, Y/N walked down the street. It didn’t take her long to find what she sought.

Dean parked the Impala in front of the Bunker again; he and his brother were silent the whole ride back from the bus station. They both felt like they had to help her and gave her all the cash they had on them. They both felt uncomfortable about just leaving her at the bus station. Now that they were back home, they both felt a heaviness weighing on them.

“Something feels off,” Sam mumbled, Dean grunting in agreement as the two tried to rack their brains for any reason they would feel like this. “Like leaving the stove on or forgetting something important,” Sam continued, Dean grunting his acknowledgment.

Trying to shake it off, they climbed out of the Impala, ready to move on from the unusual day. But the sudden appearance of Castiel in front of the car gave them both the suspicion that their ill feelings weren’t wrong.

“Dean,” Castiel spoke in his gravelly tone. “Sam.”

“Cas,” Dean greeted in turn. “What’s up?”

Castiel looked around their surroundings, focusing on the woods before returning to the brothers, “There was a shockwave of powerful energy that I followed to this area,” the Angel explained. “And a new…presence,” his face pinched with confusion. “Have you noticed anything unusual?”

The brothers looked at each other before glancing back to the woods.

“Nothing,” Sam offered. “There was a woman who came out of the woods,” he said, brow furrowing. “She said she was trying to get to the bus station, so we took her,” he shrugged.

“Did she say anything else? Did you feel or sense anything about her?”

“What’s with all the questions, Cas?” Dean inquired.

“Just…answer the question.”

Sam was taken aback by Cas’ harsh attitude, but after a quiet side-glance to Dean, he responded. “She felt…familiar, somehow. And we felt we had to protect her. That we needed to help her.”

Castiel examined each of the brothers more intently, coming to stand before them and sniffing them, making them flinch away from the awkwardness.

“What the Hell are you doing, Cas?” Dean growled.

“You both have a scent of that power about you,” Cas explained, the brothers' eyes going comically wide.

“What are you getting on about?” Dean growled again, more than done with Cas’s weirdness but not appreciating the sinking feeling in his gut.

The Angel sighed, glancing around himself once more. “I don’t know,” Cas admitted with a frown. “It must have something to do with the energy surge.”

Castiel looked to the woods again before walking off into them, the brothers following a few steps behind. Following some invisible trail, he came to a sudden stop. He could feel immense energy crackling in the air, setting his hair to stand on end.

I feel the presence of God, Castiel thought to himself in awe, his hand held out before him, eyes closed as he felt the air. He sniffed and sighed, his eyes falling closed again. It’s the same smell. But why- he pondered -would God bring someone here? She had to have been brought for the Winchesters, considering Cas could tell both brothers had just met their soulmate. It was too coincidental and had to be the same person God had brought.

"So?" Dean asked, his hands tucked in his jacket pockets as he shrugged, "What did you find?"

Sam stood in almost the same position, the brothers side-by-side. They looked tired and worn, but there was much going on that needed their time and attention, and Castiel needed their help if he was going to defeat Metatron. Deciding he would look into it later, Castiel determined the distraction wasn't another burden the Winchesters needed.

"An energy signal," Cas explained. "But I'm not sure if it's important. I'll look into it later."

"But you said-" Sam began to argue, remembering his comments from earlier.

"We got bigger fish to fry," Dean sided with Cas, grabbing his bag and heading inside the Bunker.

He wasn't ready to handle the possibility of what Castiel had said. He was dealing with enough already and was in no condition to entertain the thought. He focused on finding and killing Metatron, pushing everything else out of his mind.

Sam and Cas exchanged looks before Sam relented and followed his brother inside the Bunker.

As the large metal door of the Bunker clanked closed, several others found their way into the woods, guided by the same energy that had drawn the Angel’s attention. Three men strolled into the clearing where the energy signal had drawn them. Eyes flashing black as coal, they sniffed at the air and searched the ground. Finding nothing outside the energy, one of the men pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialing and holding the receiver to his ear.

“We searched, but there’s nothing here,” the demon spoke into the phone, his affirming nod unseen by the caller on the other end. “Right, we’ll follow the energy and see what we find.”

“So?” One of the demon companions asked.

“Follow your nose,” the first demon replied, tucking his phone away and following the trail.

It didn’t take long before they were breaking through the woods, the ever-fading energy guiding them. At the sight of the famed black Chevy Impala parked outside a large, abandoned building, the demons knew they were on to something.

“Winchesters,” he sneered, the other demons shifting uncomfortably. He sniffed the air again, his head turning away from the building and the car.

“We should go before they show up,” the third demon commented, his fear evident.

“This way,” the first demon stated as he wandered away from the car and building, following the feel and scent of the powerful energy. “Crowley’s more interested in the power surge than the Winchesters. We’ll tell him what we found after we track the source.”

Reluctantly, the other two demons followed their companion, intent on completing their mission and pleasing their King.

Y/N winced as she adjusted her clothes against the raw and sore skin. The tattoos hurt but were necessary. She was lucky she paid attention when she watched the show, remembering sigils that would ward her against being found by anyone. Step one in securing her new existence.

Now, on to her next step of the plan.

She knew the Winchesters and their tactics, at least to a degree. She wasn’t sure if they knew who she was or if they would come looking for her, but she didn’t want to take the chance. So she bought a bus ticket. ‘Longest route with the most stops,’ she had asked the lady behind the counter with a warm smile. With many stops, she hoped it would take them quite a while to track each one down. She smirked to herself, remembering the main character in a book she’d read once doing something similar. Her obsession with escaping into fantasy was proving its worth.

After purchasing the ticket, she went around the side of the building where many people were waiting to board their various buses. Amongst the commotion, she slipped through and out the back of the bus lot, making her way down the street. She did not intend to get on the bus but rather create a paper trail for them to follow. She hated wasting money and having so little to work with, but she needed to be safe.

Over the next hour, she walked through town, purchasing a room at a motel, then walking down the street to another and buying a room there, before finally settling on a third on the far end of town. She paid cash at each and registered with a fake name. She knew she’d have to put protections on the room, but for now, she was exhausted and felt safe enough to try and catch some sleep before moving on again.

PART 2

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