Falling for a Hunter (Female Reader x Dean Winchester)

Buckle up!!!!! This is going to be a bumpy ride. Hope you enjoy. 


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Dean slams the stack of photos onto the table, his knuckles white as his hand trembles with frustration. His leg, stretched out on a nearby chair, is an angry mess of blood seeping through bandages hastily applied after the battle. He grimaces, but the pain in his knee is nothing compared to the storm brewing behind his eyes.

"Okay, let me just get this straight," he says, his voice edged with a mix of sarcasm and anger. He leans forward, pointing to the photos as if accusing them. "We beat the Brits, kicked their psycho, tea-swilling asses, and instead of poppin' champagne and heading to Vegas, we get Lucifer."

Mary paces back and forth like a caged animal, her hands nervously fidgeting at her sides. "And you're sure it's him?" she asks, her voice tight, her steps halting for a brief moment.

"Yeah," Sam says, his face pale as he points to one of the grainy pictures spread out on the table. "That's his old vessel, too."

"How is that even possible?" Mary demands, her voice rising as she resumes pacing.

"Crowley, I guess," you say, dropping into the chair next to Dean and sliding him a beer. He accepts it wordlessly, though his grip on the bottle is so tight you're surprised it doesn't shatter.

"And now he's dead," Mary says, throwing her hands in the air. "Of course, he's dead. Perfect timing."

"Well, that's what Hess said," Dean interjects, his voice sharp. He takes a swig of beer, then sets it down hard on the table. "But Crowley's a freakin' cockroach. I'll believe he's gone when I see the body and burn it myself."

"We don't need Crowley," you argue, shaking your head. "We need Rowena. She's the one who can slam Lucifer back into the Cage."

Dean scoffs, leaning back in his chair with a wince. "Oh, sure. Or maybe you can bust out some of that magic crap. You've been reading up on it, haven't you?"

You let out a bitter laugh, crossing your arms. "Yeah, because that's totally realistic. You think I can throw Lucifer back into the Cage? I've barely figured out how to light a candle with that spell book."

"Great," Mary mutters, rubbing her temples. "So where is she? Where's Rowena?"

Sam pulls out his phone, his brow furrowed as he scrolls through his contacts. He dials Rowena's number and holds the phone to his ear. It rings once. Twice. A third time.

Then, a voice answers, smooth and sinister, chillingly familiar. "Oh, hey, Sammy."

Sam freezes, his breath hitching audibly. His eyes go wide, and the blood drains from his face.

Dean straightens up in his chair, his injured leg momentarily forgotten. "What?" he demands, his gaze flicking between Sam and the phone.

Sam slowly lowers the phone, tapping the speaker button. The room fills with the mocking voice of Lucifer.

"If you're looking for Rowena," Lucifer drawls, his tone smug and gleeful, "she's presently indisposed. Which is a delicate way of saying, I stomped on her face until the white meat showed, and then set her on fire. You know, just in case. Gingers. Always so messy and... screamy. But it had to be done, Sam. I mean, I'm about to be a dad. Can't raise the little nipper from a jail cell now, can I?"

You feel the blood drain from your own face, and your stomach churns. Dean's knuckles go white around his beer bottle, and Mary stops pacing, staring at the phone in horrified silence.

Lucifer's voice continues, casual and cruel. "Speaking of... you know where your little pal Castiel is? I could use a family reunion."

"Go to hell," Sam sneers, his voice dripping with venom.