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Dean Winchester x Named Reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Dead in the water part 3

Season One. Episode Four.

Phantom Traveler (Part 1)

You groaned when a ringtone of a phone woke you up. You rolled over, ready to kill whoever it was, you just fell asleep half an hour ago so whoever it was, they better have a good reason. You picked up the phone from the nightstand and realized is wasn't even your phone. You glared at it as it kept ringing then you burst out of your motel room, not caring you were only wearing a pair of tank top and boy shorts  and your hair was like a bird's nest.

You started banging on the boy's door with both of your hands. Sam opened up looking at you like he saw a ghost which was practically true because you looked scarier than a ghost right now.

You stormed inside past him and the phone started ringing again. "Who's phone is this?" You asked glaring at both the boys as you stood in front of them.

"It's mine, but I really wish it wasn't...please don't kill me." Dean admitted and you threw his phone at him and he caught it as you sat beside Sam on the bed opposite to Dean. "Hello?" Said as he picked up the call.

"Ask him if he would rather be choked to death or stabbed to death."

"Here." Sam handed you his coffee as soon as those words left your mouth. You took a sip and calmed down instantly, your eyes closed at the heavenly bitter sweet taste of coffee, Sam raised an eyebrow at the change of your mood.

"Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania. The poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"  Dean said to the person ok the other side of the phone and you looked at him with curiosity. "What is it?" After that Dean hung up.

"Who was it?" You asked.

"Depends. Are you gonna kill him?" He asked with an raised eyebrow.

"No, now that Sam gave me coffee I'm able to think rationally and I think I would rather kill you for leaving your phone in my room." You said but smiled sweetly at the end.

"Oh I'm too adorable to be killed."

"Dude, if you don't tell us who he was she might." Sam replied.

"It was Jerry Panowski, Dad and I worked a case for him in Pennsylvania two years back. He needs my help again." Dean said looking alternatively at you and Sam. "He thinks there might be something supernatural going on."

"Ok." Sam said getting up and grabbing his jacket. "You guys get ready, I'll go stuff the car." He grabbed the weapon bag and walked out of the motel room.

"Wait we are going? Right now?" You asked but all you got in return was the sound of him shutting the door on his way out. "I guess that's a yes." You said to yourself and turn back to look at Dean who was already staring at you.

The tension was building back up in the room since it was the first time the two of you were alone in a room after your fight, or whatever it was.

"So you heard anything from bobby lately?" Dean asked after seconds of silence.

"Seriously, Dean? Small talks?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Well, how else am I suppose to know you're not mad at me."

"You're still alive, and in one piece, that's how you know I'm not still mad at you." You replied with a smirk and a smile made a way to his lips as well.

"So we're good?"

"We're good. And actually I thought about it and I overreacted. I was throwing a tantrum like a brat. I'm sorry." You apologised.

"Yah, you were acting like a little brat that day but-" he stopped when he saw the glare you were throwing at his way. "What? You just said that yourself." He tried to defend himself.

"Yeah, I can say that about myself, but you're not allowed to do that. Oh my god, how do you ever get girls." You shook your head.

"Well, I do have a very charming face." He said with a grin that made you chuckle. 'god! Does he have to be so cute.' you groaned to yourself in your mind.

"Okay, so I'm gonna go and pack up my shit." You said before standing up and going toward the door.

"Alex." Dean stopped you and you turned around to see him holding out his flannel. You gave him a confused look and he replied with a smirk.

"Your shirt is see through." His words made your eyes widen and you let out a gasp, quickly grabbing the shirt from him and wrapping it around yourself.

"And neither of you thought about mentioning that a little earlier." You glared at him and the last thing you heard before closing the door behind you was, "can't blame a guy for enjoying the show." It made you blush but thank God no one was around to see it.

The drive to Pennsylvania wasn't that long since you guys were staying just out of the town. Dean pulled up to the airport and a bald middle aged guy greeted you as soon as you got out of the car. You suppose it was Jerry Panowski.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys favor, not the other way around. " He said as he let the three of you through the airport. "Dean and John really helped me out." He informed looking at Sam and you.

"Yeah, he told us. It was a poltergeist?"

"Poltergeist? Man, I love that movie." You heard one the worker say as he heard Sam.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep working." Jerry scolded the man before answering Sam. "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive." Jerry said directing his words towards Dean and he looked at you and Sam with arrogant smile on his face.

"Your dad said you were off to college, is that right?" Jerry continued.

"Yeah, I was. I'm taking some time off." Sam answered.

"He was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry said and you gave Sam an 'i told you so' smile.

"He did?" He asked, surprised by the information.

"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh hey, you know, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing anyway?" He asked and you looked at Dean curious for his answer.

"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean answered.

"Well, we're missing the old man. We get Alex and Sam, even trade, huh?" He said and you chuckled before saying.

"No, not by a long shot."

"I got something I want you guys to hear." He lead you to his office and shut it behind him once you guys were inside. "I listened to this, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." He said putting a CD in a player for you to hear. "Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia, flight 2485. It was one of ours." He told you before pressing the play button.

"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat, this is United Britannia flight 2485, requesting immediate...help." the man on the tape said before it turned into a chatter that you couldn't understand very well. There was some loud growling heard before it turned into a chatter that you couldn't understand very well. There was some loud growling heard before the audio stops. You looked at the boys who were sitting on either side of you.

"Took off from here, crashed about 200 miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. 'the cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why.' over 100 people on board. Only seven got out alive. The pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert, he's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh..well, he's pretty broken about it, like it was his fault."

"You don't think it was?" Sam questioned.

"No, I don't." He replied with confidence.

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifest, a list of survivors--" you started listing but Sam cut you off.

"Right. And any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" He asked and you looked back to Jerry for answer.

"The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage...Fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse, no way I've got that kind of clearance." Dean thought about it for a second the shook is head saying. "No problem."

Dean drove you to the nearest copy centre, you and Sam decided to stand outside as Dean went inside to make you guys some fake IDs.

"So, you wanna talk about it?" Sam said breaking the silence.

"Talk about what?" You asked even though you know exactly what he was talking about.

"You know what." He pressed but you continued playing dumb. "I was up all night last night and I know for a fact that you were too. And for a heads up, the next time you cry don't press a pillow over your face, it doesn't work, I could still hear you loud and clear." He said and You turned away, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"I wasn't crying." You stated, more like lied.

"Look me in the eyes and say that again." He challenged and you looked away giving him his answer. "That's what I thought."

"Did Dean hear?" Were the next words that left your mouth. "No. He didn't but if he was awake he would have." You sighed in relief.

"Look you can't tell him." You say as you finally make eye contact with him. "He already has a lot on his mind, I don't want to worry him over this too." He nodded in agreement.

"Was it another nightmare?" He asked and you answered with a nod "about what?"

"The usual drill, my mom, Jessica... I saw Bobby die a hundredth time this week." You answered, leaving out the main reason of your nightmares...your own father.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No, not really."

"Alex, just know that it's Ok to cry, it doesn't make you weak, it makes you human." He said making you smile and then you wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him tightly. "Next time you feel like crying? Call me over, we'll cry together." He said making you giggle.

"What are we celebrating?" You pulled away from the younger Winchester when you heard Dean's voice behind you.

"Took you long enough."

"You've been in there forever." You and Sam said at the same time, ignoring his question. He gave a look to both of you but decided to let it go.

"You can't rush perfection." He said pulling out 3 ID cards.

"Homeland security? That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam said and Dean handed your card to you.

"Yeah, well, it's something new, you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." He said getting inside the car. You and Sam followed him and got in the car as well.

"Alright, so, what you guys got?"

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam said.

"Yeah?"

"Listen." Sam played the audio on his laptop and all you could hear was high laptop and all you could hear was high-pitched statics. 'no survivors!' you heard a woman's voice.

"No survivors?" Dean repeated. "What's that supposed to mean? There were 7 survivors."

"It got me."

"So what are you thinking? A haunted flight?"

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers or remember flight 401?" You asked the boys.

"Right the one the crashed. The airlines salvanged some of its parts put it in another plane, then the spirit of the pilots haunted those flights." Dean answered.

"Right. Maybe we got similar deal." Sam said.

"So, survivors, which one do you guys want to talk to first?"

"Third on the list, Max Jaffey, he's from around here and if anyone saw anything weird, he did." You said leaning back on the car seat.

"Why's that?" Dean asked.

"I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him."

"Where?" Both the boys ask in unison.

"Riverfront psychiatric hospital." You said and that was enough of an explanation.

"Max Jaffey? We are from Homeland security, we're here to talk about the plane crash." Dean said, introducing the three of you to Max.

Dean started the car and you made your way toward the private care facility. A few minutes later Dean finally pulled up in front of riverfront. All three of you went inside, pulling out your IDs, asking to see Max. A woman led you up to Max, who was standing in front of the garden.

"I don't understand, I already talked to Homeland security." He said as the 4 of you started walking.

"Right, some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions." Explained Dean. "Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Asked Sam.

"Like what?"

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe....voices." Dean asked.

"No, nothing."

"Hmm. Mr. Joffey." You intensionally pronounced his name wrong. "Jaffey." He corrected you as the 4 of you sat down on a round table.

"Whatever. You checked yourself in here, right? Can I ask why?" You continued.

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash."

"Uh-huh. And that's what terrified you? I mean that's what you were afraid of?" You said keeping your voice as meaner as you could even though you felt bad talking to him like that. The brothers sat silently, letting you do your job.

"I-I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"You know what, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what."

"No. No, I was delusional, seeing things."

"Oh he was seeing things." You repeated mockingly looking at the brothers.

"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Sam said softly. Max thought for a while before answering.

"There was......this......man. And, uh, he had the eyes...these uh..black eyes. And I saw him...I thought I saw him." He stopped in the mid sentence. "What?" Dean pressed. "He opened the emergency exit. But that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door."

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage." Sam asked and you rolled your eyes at his stupidly obvious question.

"What are you, nuts? He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." Max replied like Sam was crazy or something. Ones you were back in the Impala, you went through the passenger manifest again to find the guy in front of Max Jaffey.

"George Phelps." You said out loud and the brothers looked at you with a confused expression. "The guy in front of Max Jaffey. George Phelps, seat 20-C."

"Good, now work that pretty little head of yours and Find us an address." Dean said starting the car.

You were in front of George Phelps house within less than 15 minutes. "Here we are." Said Sam.

"Hmm...Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean said as the three of you stepped out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight."

"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature maybe, in human form." Sam suggested.

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean asked and you turn to look at the beautiful cookie cutter house. To be honest it looked like a slightly bigger version of your childhood home back in Lebanon. It really was a beautiful house, now it's just abandoned building, with no life whatsoever.

"God, this guy must had insane income." You whispered making the brothers chuckle before Making your way to the Phelps' house.

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Part 2

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