#called the cops. go inside. look out window. coroner and crime scene tape

[autoneurotic]

jesus lord in the span of less than twelve hours, two people have died within 100 ft of my house ?!

[fandomimaginesftw]

An Old Flame (Part One)

Summary: Y/N is a hunter. She always has been, and she knows that she always will be. Headstrong, fierce, and takes no bullshit is the best way to describe her. A case in Ohio leads her to a nest of vampires, but that’s not all. As she’s investigating, she runs into a pain from her past, the one and only Dean Winchester. The man that ruined her, left her to trust no one ever again. When Dean sees her again, he feels like he’s alive again, and he’ll do anything to get her back. Will she fall back into old habits or will she stand her ground?

Pairing: SLOW BURN! Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,339

Warnings: Angst, Eventual Smut, Violence, Swearing

Part Two ||  Part Three ||  Part Four ||  Part Five ||  Part Six || Part Seven

Forever Tags: @reigns420 @onemorefanblog

SPN Tags: @tacklesackles 

@impala-dreamer it is a slow burn, and it takes this chapter and the next to really pick up, but I think it’s gonna be worth the read for you, andI really hope you enjoy it. (I’m so not nervous to tag you or anything ^^’)

The sound of your car tires spinning endlessly over the street and the faint music that played through your stereo were the only things you could focus on. You had been on the road for a week, and your brain was just about fried. You were on your way to Ohio for a case, and you were a few miles from the state line. Your eyes were heavy and the music started to fade in and out, but you knew there would be a motel a few miles down the road. There always was. Just as you were about to give up and sleep in your car, you saw a bright sign that had the magical words lit up in red, “$40 a night”. You quickly pulled in to the parking lot, breathing a sigh of relief.

You had never fallen asleep so quickly in your life. It was like as soon as your head had hit the pillow, you were out. Didn’t even turn out the light, but that wasn’t really your problem. Your sleep had been dreamless, but you figured you weren’t missing much. You didn’t dream much, and when you did, it was about him. You opened your eyes, shaking him out of your mind. He was the last thing you needed to think about. You grabbed your phone, looking at the time. You did some quick math and figured that you got about five hours of sleep, which was pretty good for a hunter. You sighed, rubbing your face before shooting up out of the back pain inducing mattress, heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. You hoped the water pressure was better than the last place you were in, seeing as how last time it felt like you were pouring a water bottle over your head.

You got out of the shower, dressing in your FBI persona, figuring you’d use Rosemary Klance today, since she hadn’t gotten much love as of late. As you grabbed your things up, you couldn’t help but unlock your phone to look in your photo album. You scrolled through some random pictures you had taken on the road until you got to the pictures you had sworn to yourself you would delete. But he had been on your mind already, so you figured you would indulge yourself a little in the memories you had. You smiled softly, remembering the good times with him and his brother, the three of you on the road. You were all so close, Sam being like a little brother to you. Dean, though...Dean was different. Dean was the one that stole your heart. Before you started getting any kinds of emotion about it, you locked your phone again. You headed out to your car, starting it up and heading towards the small town that you had suspected was being terrorized by a gnarly nest of vampires.

Luckily you got pretty close to the town the night before, so it didn’t take you very long to get to the welcome sign. You parked in the nearest spot at the police station, getting your fake badge ready. You got out, adjusting your hair before going inside. The smell of stale donuts and nervous teenagers filled your nose as you quickly went to the front desk. A younger cop looked up at you, raising a brow. You pulled out your badge, showing it him. He looked over it, then siged.

“You FBI agents are really all over these cases, huh?” You furrowed your brows slightly, looking at him curiously. He pulled out a file, handing it to you. “Sorry, I just figured your partners would have shared this information with you. They were in here earlier. Any reason your boss keeps sending more of you out here?” You opened the file, looking over the autopsy reports. You had to contain your confusion about the partner thing so you didn’t seem suspicious. You memorized all of the information, confirming in your head that it was vampires. You handed the file back to him, offering him a sweet smile.

“I guess the boss thinks we need more people. Thank you, Officer,” you glanced at his name tag, “McCoy.” He blushed, nodding and putting the file back. He offered some information about a call that they just got, another victim found. He gave you the address, and you thanked him again. You sighed, getting back into your car to go to the sight. You figured the partners he was talking about were some other hunters who heard about the case. You shook your head, hoping that they hadn’t heard about the vic. You liked to work alone now, since the last time you were in a group ended in flames.

When you got to the scene, you saw that it was a typical crime scene. Yellow tape covering the area, a bunch of state cops roaming the area, and the medical team. You walked up to the tape, a cop stopping you. You just flashed your badge, and he nodded, letting you through. He informed you that your partners were waiting for you, and you internally groaned. That meant other hunters were here, and you really didn’t want to deal with them. You went inside anyway, the cold wind starting to nip at your face.

The inside of the house wasn’t as warm as you wished it would be, but you put that aside. You asked one of the policemen where the body was, and he informed you it was upstairs. You glanced around, wondering if your “partners” were here. When you didn’t see any suits, you started heading up the stairs. You started going over some conversation starters in your head, figuring “hey, this is my case, get the hell out” would be a good one to use. You nodded, getting to the door that led to the victim. You saw the coroner doing his thing, so you supposed you would just get a sneak peak before they wrap it up.

When your eyes looked around the room, you immediately wished you could have taken it back. You froze, your heart feeling like it was a thousand pounds in your chest. Your gaze seemed to lock on a certain individual in the room, and you couldn’t look away. It was him, Dean Winchester, the man that had ruined you long ago. He still looked the same, other than the tiredness that glazed his emerald eyes. His lips were still plush and pink, his lashes were still long enough to make any woman jealous. The focused look on his face had his brow furrowed as he talked to his giant brother, Sam. Your mouth went dry, and you knew you needed to get out before either of them saw you. But your feet betrayed you as they stayed locked onjto the wooden paneled floor.

Sam was the first to notice you. His very thoughtful expression fell as soon as he locked eyes with you. You panicked, your eyes pleading with him not to tell Dean. But Dean was too quick to notice the change in his eyes, and his head turned to look at whatever tore Sam away completely from their conversation. He stopped talking as you locked eyes. It was then that you felt your feet move, and before you knew it, you were rushing down the stairs. There was no way you could stay. All of those feelings you had done such a great job at suppressing came rushing back, and you felt your fight or flight reaction begin. 

You ran to your car, leaning against the door to catch your breath. You didn’t know if you were just out of shape or having a panic attack. You soon heard footsteps behind you, and you debated whether or not to just get into your car and drive off. You sighed, noticing Sam’s reflection in the window of your car. You decided to turn, looking up at him through blurry eyes. 

“Y/N, where have you been?”