Abducted: Part One | SPN | Dean x Reader | Slow Burn

Chapter 03: It's All In The Details

You left the diner after that and from there, Dean drove the two of you to a large store on the outskirts of town. He led you down to the back, into an aisle that was marked luggage, and walked over to a shelf full of bags, similar to his army green one. He pulled out a dusty red, handed it to you and then chuckled, "There ya go. I reckon that's your colour."

He then led you back to the front of the store and purchased the bag for you, along with three Visa gift cards. "These are for the short term. They should cover what you need. If this mess ends up taking longer to sort out, then I'll organise something more permanent for you," Dean explained as he handed you everything.

"Also, take this." He pulled a phone out of his jacket, different from the one you'd used at the police station, and handed it to you. "Give me yours and I'll see if I can get it up and running for you. In the meantime, you can use this. There's a contact listed as main, in case we get separated."

"Umm, thanks," you said as you took the phone from his hand. You fished out your own from your purse and handed it to him in exchange.

"Why don't you go back in and grab what you think you'll need? But stick to the basics. We don't know how long we'll be on the road. Whatever you get should be able to fit in that bag." He nodded in the direction of the duffle you now held in your hand. "Meet me back here in an hour."

Dean turned to walk away, but then stopped abruptly and turned back. Once again, he reached into his jacket, only to pull out a small pocket knife this time.

This man was a walking junk drawer.

"In case you get into any trouble." He winked. "Stick 'em with the pointy end." And with that, he turned around once more and walked off.

You set to work on picking out everything you might need. Clothes, shoes, toiletries. Whatever you'd pack if you were taking a trip, only most things you picked from the bargain racks, and weren't that glamorous. Jeans, sneakers, underwear. Toothbrush and paste, period supplies. You hoped you would be back home by the time that arrived, but you did not want to be caught out.

Which led to birth control and the thought of your pills sitting back at home on your kitchen counter. Couldn't exactly see a doctor in the time you'd been left alone. It would all have to wait, and you picked up an extra packet of heavy duty pads and tampons just in case. You'd be due any day.

Certain you'd gotten everything you needed, you purchased the contents of your basket, removed the tags and packaging, and neatly packed everything away into your new bag once you were done. You were pleased with yourself that there was still plenty of room left over inside.

Glancing at the clock that sat high on the wall above the check-outs, you decided it would be a good idea to get out of the clothes you'd been wearing the past few days and located a bathroom to change into.

When you returned to the meeting place, wearing clean jeans and a couple of extra layers up top, Dean was there waiting for you.

He smiled and handed you back your phone, along with a charger. As you took it from his hands, the slight tilt from your movement lit up the screen and you realised it was working.

On closer inspection and to your dismay, however, it was indeed restored to its factory settings, as the police reports had documented. Your home screen wallpaper, PIN, apps, account details, passwords, music library and photos had all been wiped.

"I got it working and added some contacts into the address book," Dean said. "But yeah, nothings on it."

You opened the address book icon and noticed eight contacts listed in the app. They were as follows: