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lost. ep 1

sam winchester x reader

summary ; after getting in a fight with your father, you find two unlikely boys in an abandoned farm house.

warnings ; none

word count ; 1.2k

you shut the door, a loud slam erupting and reverberating across the street. it was empty here, nothing for miles around. the cattle mooed in the distance and grass blew with the wind, indicating an oncoming storm. you scream angrily at your father, who, in turn, drove off. the tires wailed hard against the pavement. the sound alone making your ears want to bleed.

the air around you made goosebumps form on your skin and you shivered. thoughts of a warm fire or coffee filled your mind. did your father really just leave you? deserted? the thought crossed your mind, but you shoved it back. wanting to hope he’d turn around, but he was already gone. the headlights vanished into the distance and you were alone. alone in the middle of nowhere, dark with no street lights to guide you.

you plopped down on the grass, next to the road. you listened expertly for sounds of cars in the distance but all you could hear was farm animals and— farm animals. there must be a farm somewhere nearby. you sat up quickly, rushing to your feet. they carried you to a small place in the distance. it seemed to be old, almost rundown. there was a nice car out front, an impala. it looked new, out of place for the area. you shrugged it off, wandering into the rustic farmhouse.

“hello?” you called out, striding into the house, the door shutting carefully behind you. it was quiet, too quiet. “hello?—“

all of a sudden, a gun— pointed straight at your nose. the smell of gunpowder automatically filled your nostrils.

“sam!” a voice called out, you were too focused on the gun being pointed at you that you didn’t even realize the man standing behind you.

“she’s just a girl,” the voice behind you let out, “not one of them. she doesn’t even fit the description, dean.”

heavy sounds of rain started to fall onto the old, abandoned house. it echoed throughout the walls.

dean hesitantly put the gun down, “what’re you even doin’ here, lady?”

you studied his face before answering. he was tall, strong looking. his jawline was sharp and he had intense eyes that pierced through your skull. “i.. got lost. my dad left me on the road.. i..” you were still shaken up from the events that just happened. a gun being pointed in your face wasn’t your fair share of fun.

“she’s scared, dean. you scared her. hey, i’m sam. this is dean. we can help you, we just need to get you out of here first.” sam came into frame, he was even taller than dean. he, too, had sharp features but his eyes were soft and sincere.

“she shouldn’t be here,” sam whispered to dean, harshly, grabbing him by the arm.

dean scoffed and shook his head, bringing a hand up to wipe his face.

“don’t you think i know that?” dean gritted his teeth, whispering back.

“is there something you’re not telling me?” you asked, curiously. the two men were acting odd, strange even. it worried you. why would they have guns and be in an abandoned farmhouse? were they murderers?

“look, we don’t have much time to explain.” sam expressed, “it’s just not safe for you to be here.”

“then where else am i supposed to go? it’s pouring rain outside.” you bit back, getting irritated with their lack of response.

sam sighed, he too brought his hand up to rub his temples. “maybe we should come back another time, dean. let’s get this girl to—“

“sam, we can’t just leave! we just got here! we haven’t even started—“ dean paused and glanced at you, angrily. he dug out his keys, throwing them to sam. “get her out of here.”

sam nodded and placed a respectful hand on your lower back to lead you out of the abandoned farmhouse.

“here, put this jacket over your head so you don’t get rained on.” sam stated, shrugging off his jacket, revealing his toned forearms.

you glanced away, nodding. a small thank you escaped your lips as you placed the carhart jacket over your hair. you and sam hustled outside, your shoes squishing in the now muddy dirt.

sam opened the door for you before quickly running over to the drivers side. you both sat in the impala, panting from running so fast.

“is he your brother?” you questioned, glancing to look at sam.

sam ran a hand through his wet hair and nodded, “yeah, he is.”

sam started the car, the engine letting out a rumble-like purr. heat started to fill the packed, almost claustrophobic car. you sighed, finally feeling warm for the first time in a hour.

after a few moments, you spoke up. “thanks.”

“oh, yeah.. of course.” sam replied, a soft smile appearing on his delicate features.

“what did you.. mean by… it not being safe for me to be in there?” you asked, tilting your head softly to the side.

sam looked at you with an expression that seemed unreadable, he let out another sigh, his head falling back against the headrest on the seat. “well… do you want the truth or the short answer?”

“the truth,” you didn’t like how these brothers kept beating around the bush.

“you’re not gonna believe me,” he chuckled, another smile on his face. “me and my brother we… hunt things. that thing in there, kills girls like you. innocent girls who wander in after being lost. there’s been cases over the last couple of years…”

you cut him off, “what do you mean thing?”

“i mean a spirit.” he answered and you kept yourself from almost bursting out laughing.

“a spirit?” you said, snickering. “what’re you really doing here?”

“i mean it,” his tone serious as he stared into your eyes with his hazel ones.

you paused, a sense of unease filling you. was he being genuine? “oh..”

you too, fell back against the slightly uncomfortable seat. “you.. hunt these things?”

“yeah,” sam responded, glancing outside the window. the trees swayed with the wind from the storm passing overhead. “my brother and i do.”

“that’s kind of cool,” you laughed, you were being sincere though. it was kind of cool. hunting the paranormal.

“is it?” he looked at you, a confused look plastered across his face.

“it is.” you answered, smiling at him. he was cute, sam had longer hair than dean, bangs that covered his forehead and a smile that’d make a girls knees weak. he looked to be in his early twenties. you glanced away, looking at the cows that sat down across the pasture.

“do you want us to get you a motel?” sam asked.

“can i join you?”

“can you what?”

you looked at him, “can i join you? hunting things. i’m tired of my life, sam. my father just left me out here in the middle of nowhere. im from a boring town, with a boring life.. i want adventure.”

“we just met?” sam laughed softly, “you want to join us?”

“i’m serious,” you said, looking at him with soft eyes.

“i’ll get you a motel, and i’ll talk to my brother. you sleep on this, okay?” sam said, taking the car out of park and beginning to drive it down the country road.

you nodded, gazing out the window once more.

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