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captain039 · 2 years ago

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Skin walking

Dean x skinwalker!reader

Warnings: light swearing, light angst, soulless sam, mentions of sexual assault. be whatever dog you want!

The first time you changed back was confusing. You didn’t really know where you were despite seeing where you went in that form. It was… weird to say the least. You tried to go back to your old life but you couldn’t. Couldn’t find the strength to face your family so you left. You gave up trying to fit in and spent most your times walking the street on all fours. That was until a car slammed into you.

It was the worst pain you’d ever felt, you were heading to a town where you heard there were more of your kind, you wondered if they could help maybe. You were crossing the street at night trying to get out of the rain when you saw a flash of lights and blacked out.

When you awoke you heard bickering and soft yelling. A woman came in, a vet, she smiled as she saw you awake.

“Hey girl” she cooed petting your head as you groaned.

“Oh I know, you took a hard hit” she saddened.

“No home?” She asked like you would answer and you laid your head back down.

“Poor thing” she whispered petting her hand across your side.

“The men who hit you are outside bickering” she chuckled and you perked up.

“I’ll tell them you’re awake” she said and left.

Soon two men walked in both tall but one was taller. You stared at them tilting your head as one frowned at you.

“Dude” the shorter one said.

“What?” The taller one said.

“She’s, like, staring at me” the shorter one responded.

“Dogs do that” the taller one sighed uninterested.

“You ok?” The shorter one came forward looking at your bandaged leg.

“I didn’t see you” he sighed rubbing your head and you whined.

“I know I’m a horrible person” he sighed rubbing his face.

“Dean” the taller one said and ‘Dean’ looked to him.

“Don’t forget why we’re here” he said and you tilted your head.

“Right, yeah” Dean sighed giving you one last pet and leaving. You jumped off the table whining at the pain that flooded through you as you followed them. They went to the kennels area and you sensed one of your kind here.

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way” Dean said and you saw a gun. You barked at him and Dean frowned turning to you.

“What the hell” he muttered as you limped over.

“What’re you doing off the table?” He asked. You stared at the other dog in the kennel and he tilted his head a soft whine leaving him.

“You know him?” He asked you and you tilted your head.

“Ok I’ll take that as no, Sam?” He turned to the taller one Sam.

“Take em both” he answered and you growled.

“Hey, no, I’m not gonna hurt you, Lucky here he’s…. killed some people” you froze at Deans word and backed away from the cage.

“You strong enough to walk to the car?” He asked you and you barked.

“Ok, gosh this weird” he muttered.

You limped to the car with Lucky and hesitated jumping in the back with him.

“Wanna sit upfront?” Dean asked and you let yourself in the front seat sitting in the middle.

“Yes then” Dean sighed closing the back doors and getting in.

“Can this get any weirder” Dean sighed as he started the car.

“Home sweet home I suppose” he let you into the hotel while Lucky changed and was tied up. You whimpered hiding behind one of the beds.

“Hey it’s ok, we’re not gonna hurt you, if you wanna change I got some clothes” he said ruffling through his bag. You followed him to the bathroom and he laid down the cloths on the toilet seat before closing the door. You changed groaning as you did before you were on your hands and knees on the floor. Your whole body ached, ribs hurting, you had serious bruising over your body, the bandage on your leg gone. You almost passed out seeing the wound there and put on the clothes Dean gave you. You sat on the toilet trying to not think about your leg.

“Hello?” You called and the talking stopped.

“Hey” you recognised Deans voice.

“Do you have a bandage, or could you um, help me?” You asked meekly.

“Yeah uh, hang on” Dean said ruffling around the motel room.

“Ok I’m coming in” he said and opened the door. He stopped and stared and you gulped.

“The bandage fell off” you muttered pointing to the one on the bin.

“Oh” he nodded lying down the first aid kit.

“I can’t look at it, could you wrap it?” You asked.

“Yeah” he nodded grabbing some gauze and bandage. He knelt on the floor lifting your foot so it rested on his knee. You hissed softly at the pain, there was bruising all around your ankle and your leg was swelled.

“I’m sorry” he muttered.

“It’s ok” you said.

“It’s not, I mean, I hit you with my car” he scoffed wrapping up your leg carefully. You tried to hold in your tears while biting your lip.

“There” he said softly and you sighed resting your foot back on the ground as he stood.

“Thank you” you muttered and he nodding packing the first aid kit.

“Do you have house?” He asked and you looked to the ground.

“I’m not from here I left my family” you mumbled.

“Oh” he said and you hugged your stomach.

“I heard there were others like me here, so I came here” you shrugged.

“Dean” Sam called and Dean sighed excusing himself. You stood looking at yourself in the mirror and sighed. You limped out and gulped seeing Lucky tied up.

“I should go” you mumbled.

“Probably best” Sam nodded.

“Really?” Dean sighed.

“What?” Sam said.

“I hit her with my car!” Dean snapped and you flinched.

“She’s patched up” Sam said with no emotion. Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“I’ll book you a room, just-“ Dean sighed glaring at Sam.

“Wait here” he finished and left.

“Why’d you come here?” Lucky asked.

“To find others like us, guess I picked a bad town” you mumbled the last bit.

“I’m sorry” Lucky said.

“The one who bit you didn’t have a plan?” He asked and you frowned shaking your head.

“He uh-“ you gulped thinking back to that night.

“I went to a club with my sister I wasn’t feeling great, I didn’t have anything to drink I just felt off so I left, should’ve called my mum or something, he pushed me into an alley way said he’d make me the most beautiful thing and began touching me, then he bit me and I passed out” you explained hearing the door close.

“He just left you in the alley?” Dean asked holding a key.

“Yeah” you muttered.

“Jesus” he muttered handing you the key.

“Just a few rooms down, I got you a week, do you need help? Money?” He asked.

“I’ll be fine” you nodded a nervous to even be here. You began to limp out the door thinking you should’ve stayed in dog form. You sighed walking barefoot along the concrete and looking for the room.

You sighed finding it and collapsed on the bed. You struggled with the covers but curled up in the bed and cried. Your whole body hurt, you’d just met a killer and those guys didn’t seem even a little freaked out by the whole situation, they had guns for gods sake! Were they going to kill Lucky? The others? What plan was he talking about too?

The whole night and day was a mess and you were hungry and exhausted.

You missed home, but how could you go back, your family thought you were dead, you checked their Facebook and socials saying the missed you and hoped heaven was treating you well. You wanted to call them, just live your normal life but how could you? You were inhuman. You didn’t know why you went with Dean, maybe they could help you but now you know that was stupid. They did hit you though so he kind of owed you. At least you had a warm bed and shelter for a week.

You awoke to knocking and groaned feeling the ache even more now.

“It’s Dean” you heard and sighed. You stiffly walked to the door and opened it before going back to sit down. He came in and closed the door while you held your side.

“You feeling ok?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Dumb question” he muttered.

“I bought some food, to last the week, I don’t know what you liked so I grabbed a few things” he set the bags on the table.

“Did you want some clothes?” He asked glancing at your attire. You still wore his clothes after a day. You nodded slightly and he nodded too.

“Ok, you stay here, what um, what should get?” He asked nervously.

“Tops, pants, some shoes, underwear?” You mumbled the last part embarrassed.

“Yeah” he fiddled with his keys in his hands, a light tinge on his cheeks.

“Forget it, I’ll just change back, move on I suppose” you flushed.

“You’re in no condition to go anywhere” he said.

“Where will you go? You gotta eat, sleep” he said worried.

“I don’t change into human a lot, some people throw me food, sometimes I just, kill a rat or something” you gagged a bit thinking about it but you needed the food.

“What about your family? They’d be worried sick” he said.

“They think I’m dead” you mumbled.

“It’s better that way I’m not human” you added.

“Part human” he tried to sympathise.

“Who are you?” You asked and he faltered.

“A hunter” he said and you froze. You heard about hunters before, they hunt monsters, kill them.

“You kill my kind” you whispered and he hung his head again nodding.

“Can you kill me?” You whispered and frowned. You choked up, blinked away the tears, it’d be better to be dead.

“Woah, hang on” he said coming closer and sitting by you.

“You don’t wanna die” he said.

“I run around as a dog everyday hoping to get a piece of hot food and shelter! I’m scared to do anything! I’ve been kicked and yelled at, you don’t know what it’s like!” You stifled a cry and bit the inside of your cheek.

“I’d be better dead, better than this” you sobbed quietly.

“I’m in so much pain right now!” You held your middle.

“I got hit with a car!” You exclaimed and suddenly an arm was around you and you were tugged closer. Dean hushed you, he held you softly and let you cry on his chest.

“Listen to me” he said quietly.

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, is gonna hurt you again” he held you tighter.

“I mean it” he finished.

#Dean x reader #Dean Winchester #skin walker #x reader #fluff

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ananimice · 10 months ago

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it isn't me

Ryan awoke with a start, gasping. He sat up and reached over to click on the lantern, eyes scanning the tent quickly. Everything was where it had been when they'd turned the light out. Shane was tucked into the sleeping bag next to him, lashes fanned against his cheeks as he dozed. Ryan watched his chest rise and his breath leave in a light steam from his slightly parted lips.

Fuck it was cold.

The man sighed and pulled his coat tighter around him, rubbing his hands together. Whatever had woken him up still had his heart pounding, but the sleep in his mind was slowly pulling him back into relaxation. He scanned the tent one more time, not so much as a bug catching his eye, before sliding back into the welcoming warmth of his cocoon of blankets. His eyes slid closed and he took a deep, steadying breath.

Then he heard it. A piercing wail in the night, clearly bovine. It reminded Ryan of the way a cow would cry after losing her baby. This time, he heard the horses shuffle and wicker nearby, like they were getting anxious.

His initial freeze of terror led him to sitting back up, throat clicking with a dry swallow. He nudged Shane.

“Sh.. Shane,” Ryan said softly. Shane’s eyes tightened and he frowned slightly, rolling away further. Ryan bit his lip and shook him this time, making him grumble and open an eye partially to look at his partner. “Something's not right,” Ryan said quietly, pleading. “I heard one of the cattle scream.” Shane snorted and tucked himself in further.

“Well get your gun and go. Prolly a wolf.” he muttered. Ryan swallowed again and looked over at the rifles along the side of the tent. He sat a second, then heard the crying sound again.

With a sigh and a nod, he grabbed the gun that had slowly become a familiar weight in his hand. He still had yet to actually hit anything with it, but the shooting lessons were getting him used to the kickback at least. If anything, it would scare a wolf off at the very least.

He stumbled out of the tent in his long johns, zipping it up after him in a practiced movement. Moonlight bathed the field, illuminating everything in front of him. The horses remained hitched nearby, eyeing and huffing at Ryan as he had appeared. The cattle, as usual, remained down the hill in their great huddle. The man stood at the top of the hill, looking over them. He was tempted to say he didn't see anything and crawl back into the tent, back into the safety of his blankets and Shane.

It still felt stupid to rely on him like that, but it was getting easier.

The cold began creeping into his jacket and he huffed, steam escaping him. “God, fuck this,” he muttered, holding the rifle sideways in front of him and beginning his descent to the herd.

He didn't hear the scream again, which would have made him think he was imagining things if the cattle hadn't begun fidgeting. They bayed and stomped in their huddle as Ryan approached, but parted easily as the man whistled to scatter them and walked into the crowd.

He kept his eyes moving as he walked slowly, counting and making sure he could see each cow he passed well enough to determine they were fine. As the number rose, and the cold sunk into his fingertips, he found himself getting annoyed. It was always like him to get freaked out over nothing. Coming to the mountains had been a dumbass decision on his part, like he didn't have enough problems in his life without-

The last of the herd took off, leaving Ryan about ten yards from something flopped in the long grass. Steam billowed off of it in the frozen air. Ryan was stock still, listening intently to the distinct sound of… squelching. The mass - a cow, apparently - shuddered, a low pitiful groan escaping it.

Something growled and Ryan heard snapping, like sticks breaking, followed by a disgusting barrage of wet. He felt bile rise in his throat as the comparison to raw beef being pulverized came to mind.

Slowly, carefully, he raised his rifle against his shoulder and stepped closer. It was too late for this cow, but he could take out the predator if he didn't spook it.

Tense moments passed as he willed his breathing to remain steady, the chill of the air and adrenaline making his arms ache and shudder lightly.

Eight yards, then six. He swallowed hard and cocked his gun.

The creature tearing into the bovine froze. He closed his eyes hard once then opened them again, chastising the way he should have readied the rifle before he'd even descended the hill.

Slowly, it rose its head.

First, Ryan noticed the distinct lack of fur.

Second, the round human-like head.

Third, the horrific too-wide fanged mouth.

Fourth…

“Sh-Shane?” Ryan all but squeaked, his rifle slowly falling.

Shane smiled, fangs lacing together. If Ryan hadn't spent every waking hour of the last month thinking about the slope of his nose and the crinkle of his eyes, he wouldn't be able to recognize him under the sheer amount of blood. But… it was Shane, naked, feasting on a barely-living cow.

Shane slowly rose to his feet, suddenly too tall, too thin, too… supernatural.

Ryan clutched his rifle, forgetting it was a weapon, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he followed the movement. A sick, wrong sound emerged from Not-Shane, almost like a chuckle.

“Ryyyy-aaaaan…” it sang, muscles tensing as he hunched forward. Distantly, the man knew it was preparing to attack, but he couldn't get himself to react, to breathe, to anything.

“Ryan!” Shane shouted, the distinct thump of boots running on hard soil ripping him out of his fear. Ryan raised his rifle as Not-Shane turned and crouched, pouncing off towards the treeline.

A shot in the dark, literally. A squeal as it stumbled through the grass, pausing so briefly before it continued to sprint off.

Shane came up beside him, panting and staring after the creature. Ryan was shaking like a leaf, rifle still posed.

“I-I-I f-fucking shot it,” he breathed. Big, comforting, familiar hands carefully placed themselves over his, slowly pushing the gun down and clicking the safety on.

“Ry, Ry, look at me- fuck, what was that-”

And it all went dark.

#Shyan #shyan fic #buzzfeed unsolved #skin walker #Cowboy au #skeptic believer #IIM

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