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

Chapter 05: What's The Time Mr. Wolf

You stayed close to Deans side as he'd instructed, not wanting to aggravate him. You had learnt that he had a bit of a temper. You were yet to bear the brunt of it, but you'd certainly witnessed it. Mostly towards his brother Sam, but also towards people of authority.

His eyes swept the room, stopping on each individual, seemingly looking them up and down. His mouth was slightly open.

Dean shot a glance at you, and nodded once. It appeared he was giving you a silent confirmation that he was satisfied nothing was out of the ordinary. You tilted your head slightly, lips pursed, attempting to show him you weren't particularly shocked by what you saw. To you, it was what you assumed a small church gathering would consist of. Werewolves? Please...

As the singing ended, Dean glanced over at Garth. Was it confusion, on his face. Or was he showing a look of impress.

The singers disbanded and started to leave the room and Dean had stepped back from the door, allowing them to pass, forcing you to take a step back as well.

"So what'd I tell you. It's all good right?" Garth had approached Dean. He stepped to the side, allowing the two of you to come face to face. "It's nice to see you again. Thanks for coming along."

"Everyone here's a wolf?" Dean stared down at Garth, his words rushed and quiet. Almost like a hiss.

"Yeah." Garth wasn't intimidated. He was calm, friendly even, while Dean was being abrupt with him. "It's all good right?"

"Yeah, not all good." Deans voice was rough.

Garth pointed out the members of his in-laws and introduced you to his wife Bess. You knew Dean and Sam had met her the night before, after they'd traced Garth from the hospital to his home while you stayed back at the hotel room you were staying in.

"You're both safe here with us." Bess told you kindly.

"Try telling him that." You gestured to Dean smiling back at her. There was a mutual look of confusion on Garth and Bess' faces as they studied you closely.

"Dean, you told her right? What we are?" Garths eyes still on you.

"Yeah." Dean stated. "Not that she believes. First person I've ever given the talk to, who hasn't seen something yet."

Realisation hit Garth and Bess' faces. "That's, possibly a good thing... Dean said he rescued you from a police station in Kansas? They were holding you because they thought you were lying about your identity?"  Garth asked you.

"Yup. They called my family and friends back home and no one seemed to remember me. Apparently, I don't exist." You added on the end.

"Well. Dean here is one of the best. Him and Sam will definitely be able to help you out." Garth told you confidently.

You didn't doubt Dean would help you, you just couldn't see how it were even possible. And Sam, well, you were still unsure about him. You'd hardly had anything to do with him since the hospital yesterday. And that wasn't much of an interaction either.

Although a night had passed since you'd first laid eyes on him, the brothers had spent very little time together, opting to communicate via phone and only when necessary. And as you were Dean's little shadow, you had gone everywhere he had, as he and Sam tried to piece together, what had happened to their friend Garth.

You and Dean had been invited by Bess' father to eat with them. Dean was to your right and Garth and Bess were opposite the two of you at the large dinner table, the rest of Bess' family gathered with you. The plates in front of you and Dean already had what appeared to be meatloaf on them and some steamed vegetables. A large plate of dinner rolls sat in the centre of the table. It confused you that the rest of the place settings contained empty plates.

Joy appeared in the doorway that bordered the kitchen and the dinning room. A pair of tongs were held in her right hand and a large serving dish was supported by her left arm. In the dish, were raw cuts of meat.

You saw Dean glance at you sideways, his green eyes giving you a 'told you so look'. Surely not. There must've been a grill or small BBQ the family had yet to bring out. Maybe American families cooked their meat at the table you reasoned. You knew they did that in Japan. Although it still didn't make sense that only the two of you had been presented with cooked meatloaf.

As Joy finished placing two slabs of meat on the remaining plates, in front of her family members, she chirped "Now, everybody eat up. And save room for pie"."

"Mm. Dean loves pie." Garth interjected, his fork leaving his mouth and a chunk of meat missing from the raw portion in front of him as he chewed slowly. Your stomach churned.

Everyone at the table was digging into their meal, expect for you and Dean. The later mirroring your stunned expression. While you'd only known Dean a short time, you were well aware that he usually presented with a mean appetite and assumed he would never pass up on a meal, no matter what it was. But in unison, your plates remained untouched.

The question of was this a dream or wasn't it, passed through your mind again. But you'd decided days ago, there was no way you were being played by some cruel prank. No one could keep a prank going for a week like this, and not with so many people.

Dean's voice carried over the noise of the family munching away. "Don't you guys say some kind of a grace or something?" The family looked at him but continued to enjoy their meal. "So why do a bunch of werewolves wear silver bullets around their necks." His keen eye, had once again spotted something you had failed to notice.

Garth coughed before responding. "Sorry Dean. But we don't use the 'W' word around here."

Bess looked over to you from across the table and smiled and motioned to your plate. "Please. Eat up." She whispered.

You acknowledged her briefly, before picking up your fork, breaking off a piece of the meatloaf with it, and then slowly brought it to your mouth, taking it in with a small delicate bite. Your lips curved slightly as you began to chew.

"We prefer the term, Lycanthrope." Garth was still addressing Dean.

"Many of our kind see themselves as indestructible." Joy added placing her hand on the silver bullet that hung from her neck. "This is a constant reminder of how precious our lives truely are."

Dean wasn't letting this go.  "Yeah. But it's silver. Doesn't it burn?"

You looked at the silver chain around Bess' neck. And for the first time, you spotted the redness of her skin where the chain lay. You moved your gaze, as indiscreetly as possible, clockwise around the table, looking for the chains of each member. They all had inflamed skin in the area close to their own silver chains. Weird, you thought.

The conversation continued between Dean, Garth and his in-laws. Bess' father mentioned that she had been born a lycanthrope, proudly stating, she was first generation in their family. He mentioned his first wife and how she'd been killed by a hunter like Dean. How he'd wanted revenge but decided, it wasn't worth it. At one point, Dean even said that he understood were Bess' father was coming from.

"What so your fourth generation werewolf?" Dean asked Joy in disbelief. The others at the table showing discomfort when he once again used the 'W' word.

"Yes" Joy proclaimed happily as Dean exchanged a look with Garth.