#dean winchester onen shot

[sammy-moo]

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Characters: Reader, Dean, and Sam

Prompt: Day Seven, a song to drive to

Words: 1,229

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, mentions of sleeping medicine, marijuana (implied)

~Series Masterlist~

Your eyes bore into the screen of the black and white message, part of you feeling there was something more within the words. Had you decided to melt them down and turn them gray you would see all the hidden points. But seconds were passing by and the urge was growing stronger with each fleeting moment. Usually what would take effort persuading yourself to get moving, took you a matter of seconds.

With quick movements you slipped on your shoes and headed out the door with your keys. Your knuckles began to turn white on the steering wheel as you drove, millions of thoughts racing through your mind. All these thoughts blew away the fogginess in your mind, completely sobering up your high.

It was normal to be worried. It was normal to be the concerned friend, checking on the other when they had their downs.

But it wasn’t normal to be standing in the doorway of their house staring at their body. It wasn’t normal to watch the blood be drained from their once lively bodies by some monster. The knife that your friend once held clattered to the floor as the monster moved about taking every ounce of blood, even going as thorough as to lick the knife clean.

Had you not been sobered up before- you definitely would have been now.

You hadn’t realized how badly you were shaking until you decided to run. You practically stumbled your way to the car, driving home in a panic. Once in the safety of your home, your breathing didn’t slow. The rising of your chest was rapid as tears brimmed your eyes.

“There’s no way that was real,” you thought to yourself.

Pacing soon took over as you walked in the room for what felt like hours. Your breathing slowly went back to normal as you processed and thought over the whole scene.

When night came, you decided to try to get some sleep; but the events haunted your dreams and never once left your mind.

By the next day you had yet to hear from your friend. As the hours went by the more panic began to set in. So you turned to the one thing you knew that would calm you instantly.

All your fears and worries melted away only for a few moments before paranoia began to plague your thoughts. Every part of you worried that you were next, cursing yourself for having smoked at a time like this. You should’ve known it would only make things worse, but what else could you do? Drink all of it away? Then you’d just be emotional. It took a few hours and some food for the effects to wear off, but when they did you were a bit relieved.

And when the day became too much to handle, you took some sleeping medicine and laid in bed; completely missing the news about your friend on tv.

After spending the morning talking to the police and using your afternoon to smoke, you were pretty much done with people. You holed yourself up in your apartment, zoned out on the couch with the tv on.

Meanwhile, Sam was following Dean through the complex.

“They said she swore it was a type of monster, but they dismissed it due to grief…” Sam sighed, “Honestly want I want to know is what kind of monster bleeds someone dry without leaving any marks… I mean, I know they chopped it up to the cuts on their wrist but still. Monster’s don’t usually do that kind of thing. Maybe it was a witch?”

Dean groaned as he fixed his tie a bit, “I really don’t wanna deal with a witch today. Let’s just get the information we need so we can get this damn thing done. We have other things to worry about right now.”

Sam sighed, “Right…” He reached out past his brother and knocked on the door.

You frowned as you heard the noise, thinking it was for next door. But when the knock sounded again, you slowly dragged your feet to the door. You blinked, taking in their appearance.

“I already answered all I needed to…”

Dean sighed, “Great… Had the there not been any blood in the body, I would’ve assumed she made up the entire thing.”

Sam gave his brother a look, “Sorry about him. We just have a few questions to ask you. We need to brush up on any possibility. So can you tell us what you told the police?”

“It’s all in the file. Read it.”

“We just need to go over every possibility. Like how you said it was a monster,” Sam said calmly.

With a sigh, you stepped to the side to let them in. They took their places in your living room, listening to what you saw. Tears soon brimmed your eyes as you went on.

“I sound fucking crazy… God this isn’t normal… Whatever- whoever it was, has me freaking out. What if- they come for me next?”

“You’re not crazy. We believe you,” Sam started off. “Your friend isn’t the only one this has happened to. Some seniors who passed away also didn’t have any blood. We appreciate all what you gave us.”

“You’ll be safe. But if something comes up,” Dean pulled out his info card. “Here. Give us a call.”

The two rose up and left, taking the time to hit the books. After spending all night researching, Sam decided to go on a hunch.

He ran a hand down his face and took a sip of his coffee, keeping the energy going through his body.

“So I came up with a theory.”

Dean looked to his brother, curious. “Go on,” he urged.

“So her friend committed suicide. So the monster must’ve gotten to them as they were dying or after they died. And it did the same to the seniors at the nursing home. So that’s where it must be at. It’s probably feeding off of them for their blood.”

“But how do we kill it?”

Sam groaned, “That’s what I’m about to figure out.” Sam grabbed his laptop and got to searching.

Dean stuck to his books, looking. He saw Keres mentioned, but only briefly. And what was said, didn’t go into detail.

Dean groaned and got up, “I need a beer… You want one?”

Sam shook his head, scanning the screen. “Found it! Okay so it’s the Keres.”

Dean frowned as he opened the beer, waiting for Sam to continue.

“They’re female death-spirits. Interesting, says here they have a thirst for blood and would hover over battlefields searching for wounded and dying men. They would drink their blood.”

Dean all but rolled his eyes, not really caring about those details. All he truly wanted to know was how to gank the bitch.

“Here we go! Okay so we need to use apotropaic rites or rites of passage.”

“Apo-what?”

“Apotorpaic. It’s a type of magic intended to turn away evil or harmful influences. So we can use things like the evil eye or mirrors to deflect the evil eye. We could also use the ivory apotropaic wand which is essentially birth tusk.”

Dean set down his beer and reached for his jacket. “Honestly, I think once we’re done with this thing I might need to go to her place and smoke some of that hippie stuff.”

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