woozahwasheree

[woozahwasheree]

(I have no idea how to start this, but this is a Supernatural story. My wattpad @ is the exact same as my username on here! I have never used tumblr.. So, my apologies if this is terrible.

‘ The Hunt. ’ - Part 1.

( Backstory. - You, Dean, Sam Winchester have been best friends since childhood. Your mother, Ellen was good friends with their father, John Winchester. That’s how you met. You guys both went to the same school, and was really close. But when your father died, you had no idea how. You just know- He was particularly, on a hunt. With no name you can recall. You see Dean, and Sam every now and then, not as much as you used too. They’re pretty busy. It’s mostly Sammy who calls often. )

I step around my bedroom, and lift a tight-fitting shirt over my shoulders. I hold some low waisted trousers against my legs in my mirror, and nod. I put them on, and walk out of my room. The pleasant sight of the usual customers fill my eyes. I see Dean and Sammy talking to Ash. They look desperate. I walk over, and furrow my brows.

“Morning to you too.” I say to both of them, they nod.

“Morning sweetheart.” Deans usual response.

“Morning, Y/n.” Sammy says, nodding his head back to Ash.

“New case?” I ask, filling a glass up with beer.

“Yes. We’re so damn confused.” Dean responds, his eyes still fixed on Ash’s computer.

“Oh yeah, watcha’ got?” I ask, handing one beer over to Sammy, and peering over as I grab another glass to fill up.

“Some kinda shapeshifter. It’s faster than usual.” Dean responds, his eyes still fixed on the tacky computer.

“You seem pretty fixed on it. You’ve hardly taken a peep at me.” I say, sliding the glass over to Dean.

“Sorry.” He finally says, looking at me. “I’m glad you told me too. You look like heaven.” He added on. I shook my head at his usual cocky flirty remarks. My mother soon popped up behind me.

“Y/n. You shouldn’t really be here whilst they’re researching.” She said, sceptical.

“It’s nothing new.” I responded.

“Ellen, honestly. It’s fine.” Sammy said, dropping a light smile. She nodded, her lips pressed firmly still unsure.

“Where have you guys been, seriously?” I asked, pressing my arms against the bar.

“Busy on hunts. You know- Turns out there’s more supernatural shit then ever.” Dean said, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked confused.

“Is this one a difficult job?” I ask them.

“I guess- It seems it, anyway.” Sammy responded, pretty much instantly.

“Why don’t you let me come along?” I almost beg.

“No way.” Dean responded too quick.

“Why not? Come on! It’s not like I’ve been in these situations before.” I whispered, knowing my mother would most definitely disapprove.

“We wouldn’t want you getting hurt, Y/n.” Sammy said, almost sympathetically.

“And most definitely, your mother would eat us alive.” Dean said, a smirk on his face.

“Whatever, you guys never let me come along.” I say giving puppy eyes. Dean looks away, and Sammy laughs.

“Hey, think about what we said, alright? It’s not easy to just let you ‘come along.’ You should know that by now.” Dean added on. I shook my head, and walked away to grab another customers order.

..

After a while of the Winchesters boys research with Ash, they were just about to leave. I started walking towards my room, and Dean stopped me.

“It’s not that we don’t want you to come, Y/n. We hate the idea- And so does your mother. I know you want to be like your father, but I promise, this isn’t the ideal life. Your mothers giving you a better life then we ever had. You’re lucky.” He said, his voice just above a whisper.

“It’s not like I can’t take care of myself, Dean.” I responded, getting annoyed. They were treating me like some child.

“I’m fully aware of that, but like hell I’m going to bring you along. I’d rather have my dick, knowing your mother she’d chop the fucker off.” He said, his voice now being stern.

“You’ve said what you need to say, now go do your hunt. Good luck.” I say, walking away. With that, Dean left the pub.

I entered my room, and started packing things into a duffel bag. My mother would be working, but it would be easy to sneak out. I slung the back over my shoulder, and walk out of the motel/pub.