I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

Into Darkness

My body temperature often ran higher than humans, something that was both a blessing and a curse; on cool nights, or in the dead of winter, I was always fairly comfortable, but on warm summer days like this it was nearly impossible to cool off. I had pondered many times leaving the intense Alabama heat for more favorable weather, but I had so many memories and attachments to my blue ranch-style home, that I couldn't bring myself to leave.

I paused in the middle of the narrow sidewalk that lined the roads. At the end of the road, near the junction of the second and third street, stood a Rite Aid with its neon sign dim in the intense sunlight. Thoughts milled about in my head as I quickened my pace and made my way toward the small storefront.

The teenager at the counter jumped and nearly dropped his mozzarella sticks as I came barreling into the store. "Uh, hi," he began nervously and cleaned his fingers with a napkin, eyes wide and startled. "Can I help you?"

"Burn phones," I stated simply and padded towards the counter, ignoring the harsh sound of my boots against the linoleum floors. "I need three burn phones."

The teen quirked a brow, trying (and failing) to mask his nerves. His eyes swept over my figure with a suspicious glare and he crossed his arms. "Why do you need burn phones? Are you a drug dealer or something?" His eyes fell to my attire once more, befalling my ripped coat and dirty jeans.

I glared and reached for my wallet, tucked into my jeans. "Not everyone who buys them is a drug dealer, kid," I spat and slid thirty dollars towards him. "Just get me the damn phone." He paused for a moment and I shot him a warning glare. With one final scowl, he rushed to a small back room and withdrew three burn phones from a shelf.

"Here," he said as he slid them towards me, attitude evident in his voice. "Just don't do anything illegal."

I glowered at him one last time and swept the phones up in my arms. "Sure thing, kid." And with that, I marched out the door, take-out, and new phones in hand. After several seconds of fumbling outside the store, I managed to slip two of the phones into my pocket and flipped up the screen of the third.

We would have to make do with these until we had enough money to buy better phones. For now, the three of us could each have one, but as soon as we got home I wanted one with the pack at all times. The house phone was often out of commission, and we desperately needed a replacement. Honestly, I was surprised that it was able to intercept Sam's call from the hospital.

I slipped the take-out bag under my arm and hurriedly dialed a string of numbers, fumbling over the tiny buttons. I hoped I had the right number as I pressed the call button and lifted the burn phone to my ear. It rang twice before the call was picked up.

"Bobby? Hey, it's Y/N," I spoke and ducked into a thin alley between two brick buildings. "I got the right number right?"

"Y/N?" I heard Bobby's gruff voice from the other end. I sighed in relief and brushed my hair out of my face. I was beginning to worry. "Where'd you get a phone?"

"It's a burn phone," I stated simply and leaned against the brick wall, ignoring the feel of the chill from the bricks infiltrating my ripped coat. "Listen, I need you to do me a favor. Do you know a hunter by the name of Clarence Clearwater?"

"Clearwater? Yeah I know him - paranoid bastard, though I don't blame him," he answered with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes at the irony of the statement. Bobby was the most paranoid person I knew, aside from maybe my own mother. "Why do you ask?"

"I ran into him early this morning, a few hours south of Lincoln. Said he knew Elkins; guy was worried that the vamps were going to come after him next." I passed my phone to my left hand and glanced at my palm. The burn mark was thin and hardly noticeable - if it were any other wound, it would have been healed by now. But, silver was a bitch and it would likely take much longer to heal than a burn wound would on a human. I winced at the memory of Caeden getting shot, silver bits embedding themselves in his skin. It was a miracle he was able to recover so quickly.