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Trust, Dean Winchester & Wendigos. Part 4-Final part.

Summary: Final part. I would appreciate any feedback. I did write this whole story within about a week, so please be kind. :)

When I come to, the foul smell is mixed in with iron and dampness. My arms are numb, strung up above my head. I kick my feet, but they’re tied, too. I can’t see a thing, it’s pitch dark.

“Hello?” I whisper.

No one answers me. I can’t hear anything but a steady drip of water and some sort of squeaking. My eyes finally adjust. I’m clearly in a cave. I crane my neck as far as I can to study my surroundings. I see someone else to my far left and my heart skips a beat. I can’t tell if the person is alive or dead. They’re not moving a muscle.

“Sam and Dean, where the fuck are you?” I scream this time.

The person beside me jerks against their restraints.

“Who are you?” I say, hoping to hear a familiar voice.

They don’t respond, but I hear them cough weakly with rattled breath. “Dean, please hurry.” I start to cry.

I have no idea how much time passes before I hear footsteps in a puddle.

“Dean?” I call out.

The footsteps quicken. “Hey, sweetheart.” Now I’m crying tears of relief.

“Hey,” I say between sobs. Dean cuts the ropes at my ankles before he cuts the rope on my wrists. I fall into him, unable to feel any of my limbs.

He rubs my thighs and shoulders as the feeling slowly comes back.

“There’s someone over there.” I nod to my left, terrified to look.

Sam moves to cut the other person down. I gather the courage to turn around once I can finally stand. I see a woman’s limp body against Sam, but I don’t recognize her. I walk closer, hoping it’s just the blood caked on her and the harsh flashlight that’s making it impossible to tell if my friend is alive or not.

I push the blood caked hair out of the woman’s face. My stomach drops. It’s not Amber. I’ve never seen this woman before.

“It’s not her.” I barely croak out before I crumple to the ground in sobs.

“We have to get this woman out of here.” Sam says. He sounds far away.

I’m vaguely aware of Dean picking me up to carry me. I bury my face in his chest, shaking with sobs. Finally, we reach the campsite. Dean puts me down into the tent, wrapping the sleeping bag around me. I finally am able to take a full breath.

“Let me see your head.” He says softly, holding the flashlight underneath his chin. He’s kneeling above me.

“It’s not bad.” He reaches into the first aid kit and wipes at my forehead with an alcohol wipe. It stings vaguely.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” He asks, concern all over his face.

“I don’t know.”

I look down at myself for the first time. I’m covered in blood.

“This isn’t mine, is it?” I look into his eyes.

He clears his throat. “No. I think it’s the woman with Sam. When you fell in the cave you were in a pool of blood. As far as I can tell, you only have the cut on your forehead.”

Dean looks over my wrists and ankles. I numbly watch him do this, they’re both irritated and red but it doesn’t look like any skin broke.

“Do you think you can walk to the Impala? I can carry you, if you want.”

“I can walk, we have to get all our stuff, too.”

“I’m not worried about the crap we brought, Rylie. We have to get that woman to the visitor’s center and call an ambulance. She wasn’t conscious and her breathing was shallow.”

“Okay. Let’s go.” I say, quickly standing. I lose my balance, my vision going out for a brief moment.

“Easy, tiger.” Dean murmurs, lifting me off my feet.

“I can walk.” I say stubbornly.

“I got you. I got your bag and ours. I’ll buy ya a new tent.”

“Wait, they might think someone else went missing.” I say.

“It’ll be alright.” Dean surprises me by kissing my forehead for a brief moment.

“Where is Sam?” I ask, looking around.

“He went ahead with the woman to call an ambulance. With any luck they’ll already be gone.”

“What will he tell the paramedics?”

“Animal attack. They’ll believe it. They always do.”

I lean my head into Dean’s chest and drift off to sleep as he walks. I wake to the sound of the Impala’s engine. I sit up quickly, my head spinning.

“Hey, you’re alright.” I hear Dean’s voice. I realize my head must have been on his lap. I look over at him.

“You’re not driving?”

“Nah, Sam’s got it.” He rubs my back. The gesture calms me enough to relax against the seat.

“How’s your head feeling?”

“Hurts, but could be from crying.”

“Maybe. Could be a concussion, though. We need you to stay awake.” Dean says.

“What happened to the woman?”

“Ambulance picked her up. Hopefully she’ll make it.” Sam says quietly.

“So… you think that thing already-” my voice breaks- “ate Amber?”

“Please don’t think about that right now.” Dean says.

“That's all I can think about. Answer me, Dean.”

“More than likely,” he sighs, “if it tried to bait us the first time it got dark. The fact that it had someone else it was feeding on..” Dean trails off.

My stomach flips. “Sam, can you pull over? I-” I hold my hand over my mouth. The tires screech, pulling off the road.

I open the back door and wretch into the grass. I’m sobbing again. Dean rubs my back. Sam gets out of the car and opens the trunk. He comes back with a water bottle and wet rag.

“Thank you.” I mutter.

He gives me a sympathetic look in return.

“I’m so sorry.” Dean whispers.

I swish water around in my mouth and spit it out. Wiping my mouth with the wet rag, I lean back into the Impala.

“I’m okay. Let’s go.” I whisper.

We rode back to the motel in complete silence. When we get back, I realize Dean has blood on his arm.

“Did you get hurt, too?” I touch the dried blood.

“I think it’s from you.”

“Oh.” I whisper. “I should get in the shower.”

“I’m going to get us another first aid kit.” Sam says, shutting the door behind him.

“Why is he always leaving the room when we get here?” I ask.

“He wants to give us some privacy. I.. I don’t think you should shower alone. I won’t join you if you don’t want me to, but if you’ve had a concussion, it’s too risky.”

“I don’t know if I can even hold my arms above my head.” I admit.

“I can wash your hair.” Dean offers.

“Okay.” I whisper.

I have no energy for modesty or embarrassment at this point. In less than 48 hours this man has seen every side of me.

I walk into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Dean is right behind me. He shuts the door. I move to take off my blood soaked shirt, but pain screams from my shoulder.

“Fuck!” I groan, holding my shoulder with my other hand.

“Let me see.” Dean says, coming around the other side of me to look at what’s causing me pain.

“Shit. It’s dislocated. I can’t believe we just noticed. This is going to hurt.”

I brace myself against the doorknob. “Just do it.”

“One, two,” He pops my shoulder back in place.

I let out a scream, but it immediately feels a little better.

“I’m sorry.” Dean whispers.

“I’m okay. Can you take off my shirt?” I ask.

He nods, carefully maneuvering around my injured shoulder. He unhooks my bra just as carefully. The bathroom is full of steam from the hot shower now.

“I can get my pants.” I whisper.

I strip off my leggings and kick off my boots. I hear the zipper on Dean’s jeans and resist the urge to immediately turn around.

After I’ve kicked my clothes and boots into the corner, I turn around. He’s already stepped into the shower, washing his hair. His eyes are closed. I take the moment to study him. He’s got a tattoo on his chest that I didn’t notice in the tent. I open the door and step into the warmth with him. He smiles softly at me.

“Let me get your hair.” He whispers, lathering his hands with shampoo. It smells like him.

He scrubs my head softly. I let out a small groan of relief.

“That feels so good.”

Dean doesn’t reply as he keeps scrubbing. I look down at the rusty colored water coming down the drain from all the dried blood on me. For a moment I feel as if I might be sick again, but I will it away.

“Turn around so I can get your back.” Dean’s voice breaks me out of my spiraling thoughts. I look up from the dirty water and into his eyes.

“Okay,” I turn around and let him scrub my back gently.

“How you feeling?” I can feel his breath on my neck.

“My shoulder and head hurt. I’m nauseous, but I’m grateful you’re here.” I reply softly.

“We’ll get you some tylenol when we get out of the shower.”

I nod, too exhausted to talk or thank him right now. When Dean is done washing my back, I take the rag from him and finish scrubbing off. All I want now is to go to sleep.

Dean steps out of the shower before me, giving me a moment to stand under the hot water by myself.

When I feel ready, I step into the steamy bathroom. Dean immediately wraps a towel around me.

“Thank you,” I fold it around my body. I look up to see he’s already dressed in his boxer briefs.

“I just realized I don’t have any extra clothes.”

“I’ll get you some of my underwear and a shirt.”

He leaves out the door and I take the moment to towel dry my hair with the towel he was using.

“Here you go.” He hands me a red flannel and black boxer briefs. He is already dressed in faded jeans and a brown flannel.

“You get dressed fast.” I comment.

“Years of practice, sweetheart.” He replies, a small grin on his face. “I’ll let you get dressed.” He shuts the door behind him.

I wonder if Sam has returned from the store. I would love for Dean and I to have some privacy tonight. I hear Dean talking and I know Sam must be back. I quickly throw on Dean’s shirt and underwear, ready to get in bed.

Opening the door, I see Dean put out a spread of breakfast food and it dawns on me that it’s just now time for breakfast.

“Hope you’re hungry.” He looks up from the table.

“Not exactly.” I reply. “Is this a good-bye meal?”

Sam clears his throat before taking a sip of his coffee.

Dean has a sad expression on his face. “Um, No. It’s not. We need to make sure you’ll be okay.”

“I’m fine. My friend was missing before y’all got here. At least now I know what happened.” My throat is burning from fighting back more tears. I don’t understand why I feel so attached to Dean.

“We’re not leaving right now, okay?” He crosses the room to look me in the eyes.

“Whether you leave tonight or tomorrow I’d rather get it over with.” I whisper.

Dean can’t hide the hurt on his face. “I… I can’t turn away from our connection. Not right now.”

“I’m no different than the other women you’ve hooked up with on these jobs, Dean.”

“You have no idea. Yes you are.” I see Sam get up and go into the bathroom out of the corner of my eye.

“Why? Because my friend died and you feel sorry for me?”

“No. Look, I can’t fully explain it, okay? I feel like I can be myself around you.”

He wraps his arms around me carefully. “Just give me a chance. Sammy and I can stay around town for a bit, or he can go take a few jobs with Bobby.”

“But this is how your life is, Dean. I have roots here. My family. I can’t be a nomad.”

“I’m not asking you to be. We’ll stay around here for a while, then we can figure out the rest.”

I sigh, finally giving in to the embrace. “Okay. I want to explore what’s between us, too. I just don’t know if our lives can fit together.”

“I understand, sweetheart. Some time is all I’m asking for right now.”

“Okay.” I pull away from him and kiss him softly.

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kjrosswrites · 3 years

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Trust, Dean Winchester & Wendigos.

Word count : 1522

Summary: The boys and Rylie come up with a plan for the wendigo, but a last minute change in plans leaves Rylie in a bad position. Fluff.

Out of breath, I rest my head on Dean’s chest. He kisses my forehead softly. I smile, looking up at him.

“How you feeling?” He brushes my hair out of my face.

“Like I need some water. Otherwise, on cloud 9 for being out in the woods looking for a monster that maybe killed my friend.” I say, laughing softly at how ridiculous the last twenty-four hours have been.

Dean has a slightly perplexed look on his face, but he lets the laugh pass without comment. “I hate to be the one to suggest we get dressed, but Sam will be back soon.”

I sigh, wishing reality wasn’t ruining this moment. “Alright.”

“Hey, I had a great time.” Dean squeezes me. “You’re gorgeous. In no other circumstance would I tell you to put clothes on.” He grins playfully.

I can’t help but return his smile. “Thank you. The sigh was not directed at you, but because I’m being forced out of the moment I’d rather soak-in.” I give him a small peck on the lips.

Dean returns the kiss, flipping me over. I gasp, “I thought we were getting dressed?” against his lips.

“We are. Just givin’ you something to hope for later.” He smiles down at me.

“You’re evil.” I wrap my legs around his waist, attempting to pull him back down to me. He pulls against me, I can feel the muscles on his back tensing.

“Not gonna work, sweetheart.” He winks at me, reaching back to unhook my ankles.

“Fine.” I groan.

We fumble around for our clothes, quickly putting them back on. It seems like Sam has been gone for too long. Dean unzips the tent, the sun has come out now. A few birds are chirping around us. There’s no sign that Sam has returned back to camp, which is both comforting that he didn’t hear us, but concerning that he’s been gone for an hour.

“Do you think Sam’s been gone too long?” I ask, peering into the woods around us.

Dean shakes his head. “I’ll get worried if he’s gone another hour. We still have a few hours of daylight.”

“Okay, I’m going to go get some more wood for the fire.” I say as Dean is trying to get the embers going again.

“Take a gun with you.” He unzips his duffel and hands me a white handled pistol. “You know how to use one of these?”

“Of course,” I take the gun and put it in my waistband.

“Don’t go too far. Yell if you need me.”

“Of course.”

I walked in the direction we saw Sam go an hour ago. The ground is still soggy, so there’s no crunch of leaves. I spot a downed tree when I’ve been walking for about ten minutes. I bend to gather up the stray limbs that have fallen off. I hear footsteps behind me and whirl around.

“Need some help?” Sam asks.

“Sure,” I nod.

Sam steps on a bigger branch to break it off from the tree. It cracks loudly. I jumped even though I was expecting the sound.

“Sorry,” Sam mutters.

“I’m just jumpy… So did you find anything interesting on your walk?”

Sam clears his throat. “Nothing out of the ordinary that I could tell. I did find the opening of a cave. No way I could fit in it, though.”

“I’m glad you found it.” I look up at him. He’s got a melancholy expression on his face.

“I can carry that for you,” He nods to the bundle of wood in my hands.

“Uh, sure. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

When we get back to the campsite Dean has got the fire good and going again. He smiles at us.

“Perfect timing, Sammy.” Dean stands to take some tree limbs off the top of the stack and add them to the fire.

I sit down by the fire, holding my hands out to warm them up.

“We should use whatever fire we need, we need to have it out by dark.” Sam comments.

“We can’t have it going all night?”

“It’ll be like a spotlight on us, we shouldn’t.” Dean says.

“Oh, that makes sense.” I reply.

I grab my bag and eat a few power bars. Sam pulls some hotdogs out of the cooler and gets a stick to roast them. The sun will be down soon. Dean eats a hot dog and offers me one. When I decline, he tries to convince me.

“You’re going to need a lot of energy. You should eat.”

“Alright.” I accept the hot dog. We eat in silence. Everytime Dean’s leg brushes mine I tense up. I wonder if Sam can sense what’s going on between us.

“So what’s the plan once the sun goes down?” I ask.

“We’ll try and get some shut eye, they’re more likely to come in the dead of night. Once the sun is down, we all stay within eyesight or ear shot. If you hear someone calling for help, don’t go after it without one of us.” Sam says.

“So we’re all sleeping in the tent?”

“You and Dean can. I’ll keep the first watch.”

I blush at the memory of Dean and I in the tent earlier.

“Well, I’m beat. I’m gonna get some shut eye.” Dean says, stepping through the tent door.

“You comin’?” Dean asks from the tent.

I shake my head, breaking my reverie. The tent feels ten degrees warmer. I zip the tent door. Dean wraps his arms around my waist the second I let go of the zipper.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” I whisper.

“I’m cuddling you.” He squeezes me tighter.

I tense up. “Can you let go, please?”

Dean releases me. I turn around to look at him. He has a confused look on his face. “Did.. you change your mind between now and earlier?”

I touch his face lightly, running my thumb on his stubble.

“No. I’m just.. It’s becoming real that we might come face to face with a monster. Actually, that's the best case scenario. So we can find Amber.”

I let my hand drop to my side. “Also, I don’t think we should get too attached… aren’t you leaving town as soon as you’ve killed this thing?”

“That’s normally what we do, yes.” Dean looks as if I’ve killed his puppy in front of him.

“Trust me. I want to let myself be in the moment. I could. I just don’t want to set myself up for heartbreak.” My voice is in danger of cracking, I swallow it down.

“Even if we stuck around.. I’m damaged goods, Rylie. I shouldn’t even be alive.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you some other time.”

I sigh heavily. “Alright. Let’s get whatever sleep we can.”

I wake up to Sam unzipping the tent. Dean’s arm is draped across my waist. Sam ignores it as he shakes Dean’s shoulder.

“Wake up, Dean.” Sam whispers.

Dean jerks awake. “What is it, Sammy?” he says groggily.

“Heard a baby crying.”

“Ain’t no way a baby’s out here.” I whisper.

Sam shakes his head, making eye contact with Dean.

“You’re staying here.” Dean says, looking me in the eyes.

“The hell I am. I thought we weren’t supposed to split up.”

“If we go toward the direction of the cry, we’ll be on its tail.”

“No, I’d rather you use me as bait.” They exchange a look.

“It worked before.” Sam says.

“I was KIDDING!” I say, too loudly.

“Ssh!!” Dean puts a finger to my mouth.

“You have your phone on you. We can track you to its nest.” Sam says.

“And if it kills me before you can get there?”

“It won’t. Worst it’ll do is string you up. The fact that it’s hunting us in this same area hopefully means your friend is still alive.”

“Sam, I don’t like it. I’ll be bait.” Dean says with his brow furrowed.

“No, you need to fight.” I say.

“I’ll do it. I can handle myself. I’ve got weapons. Just don’t take too long.”

I step out of the tent, stretching. I hear the sounds of a woman crying.

“That sounds like Amber!” I turn to run in that direction. Dean catches my arm.

He shakes his head. “It’s not. It’s the wenidgo.” He pulls me to him, kissing me deeply for a brief second. I go crimson because Sam is right there.

“Be careful. We’re right behind you.” He whispers.

I nod, turning in the direction the noise came from. I turn on my flashlight. I pull Dean’s gun out of my waistband. I also feel a sheathed knife, he must have put it there when he kissed me, next to it.

The woods are dead silent except for the woman’s voice, not even a cricket. I shiver. I hear a crunch of a tree limb next to me. Then, a foul stench fills my nostrils. It takes all my self control not to gag.

“C’mon, you bastard.” I say tensing up.

This time, the woman’s voice sounds more like me, and then everything goes dark.

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kjrosswrites · 3 years

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Trust, Dean Winchester & Wendigos. - Part 2

Summary: Dean, Sam and Rylie prepare to camp to hunt the wendigo. Fluff. Foreplay.

Word count: 1881

I wake to the sound of the shower running. I can feel Dean’s warmth from beside me. I open my eyes to see him still asleep. I can’t help but smile to myself. He looks different asleep, his face finally relaxed. When he’s awake he seems to have the weight of the world on his shoulders. I roll over, moving as slowly as possible trying not to wake him.

“You running out on me, sweetheart?” Dean’s sleepy voice says from behind me.

I turn around to look at him, grinning. “No, I was trying to get my jeans back on before Sam gets done in the shower.”

“Fair enough,” Dean stands, stretching.

I quickly pull my jeans on from the floor, bending to lace my boots.

“Sammy got us coffee, hell yes.” Dean picks up a paper cup, taking a sip. He holds out another cup to me.

“Thanks,” I bring the cup to my lips.

“This is good for gas station coffee.” I comment.

“It’s certainly not the worst I’ve had.” Dean winks at me.

I smile up at him. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“After you get what you need from your place, come back here. We’ll head out ASAP. We’ll need to get everything set up before dark.”

“Okay. You can take me back to my truck now so we can get to it.”

“Sounds good. I’ll leave Sam a note.”

He scribbles a note on a napkin and leaves it next to Sam’s coffee cup.

I sit shotgun in the Impala. Dean cranks the engine and it rumbles to life. He seems most comfortable in the driver’s seat.

“How long have you had the car?” I ask.

“Baby was my dad’s. He left her to me, but we’ve had her in the family since before I was born.”

“She’s beautiful. You take good care of her.”

Dean pats the dash,”Thanks, sweetheart. She takes care of us, too.”

The short ride to Joe’s is over too quickly. I find myself not wanting to leave the Impala and being alone with Dean. I know for the rest of the day and night Sam will be with us.

“Alright, well, we’ll see you in a bit.” Dean says.

“Thanks for the ride, and snuggles last night.” I blush.

“Anytime.” He grins. I fiddle my keys between my fingers, trying to think of a way to stay with him for a few moments longer.

“Would Sam be terribly upset if we got breakfast without him?” I ask.

Dean smiles, “Sammy’s a big boy. He can get his own breakfast.”

I give Dean directions to the closest breakfast place, and we opt for the drive-through. We eat in comfortable silence.

“Thank you,” I say, tossing my biscuit wrapper in the bag.

“No problem, sweetheart. Ready to go back to your truck?”

“I suppose so,” I grin.

Dean puts the Impala in drive and we head back to Joe’s. His right hand is resting on the bench seat. His left hand on the steering wheel. I lace my fingers through his. He squeezes my hand, grinning.

“Your hand is freezing.” He comments.

“My hands are always cold.” I reply.

“Well, mine are always warm.” He glances over at me.

We pull back into Joe’s parking lot. I sigh, louder than I intended to.

“You alright?” Dean turns to meet my eyes. He scoots closer to me, his thigh brushing mine.

“I’m okay. Anxious about tonight, but I’m hopeful we might be able to find Amber.”

He squeezes my hand again. “I know. It won’t be easy. I’d rather you stay at a motel instead of camp. I understand that you want to be there if we find her, though.”

I squeeze his hand back. “Okay. I guess I’ll get my ass in gear.” I say releasing his hand, but he doesn’t let go. Dean leans over, his left hand on my shoulder. I lean closer, resting my forehead on his. Dean takes a deep breath. “I’ll keep you safe.” he whispers, leaning down to kiss me.

I kiss him back, my right hand going up to run my fingers through his dark hair. He deepens the kiss, squeezing my hand again.

I pull away slowly, looking into his hazel eyes. “I’ll hurry back to the motel.”

He grins, “Please do.” He leans down to give me a small kiss.

“See you later.” I kiss him back.

An hour later, I pull up to the motel to see Sam and Dean already loading the Impala. The trunk is full of ammunition and duffel bags. I get my backpack out and grab my tent. Dean takes my tent out of my hands.

“You pack for a week?” He gestures to my backpack.

“Camping in the cold is not for the ill-prepared.”

“I’m glad to see you brought more than one jacket.” Dean says. I changed into thermal leggings, a purple flannel, a fuzzy jacket and a rain jacket on top.

“Y’all don’t have beanies?” I ask, looking at both of them.

“We’ll be alright.” Sam says.

“Let’s get going.” Dean opens the back door for me. I sit in the middle next to the cooler. Dean smiles at me and I resist the desire to kiss him. I give him a small smile in return.

The hour car ride to the park Amber camped in goes by quickly. Dean plays Led Zeppelin on the way, signing along to nearly every song. It makes me smile. I wonder if he’s trying to distract me or if he’s always like this.

We exit the Impala and begin the two mile hike to Amber’s campsite. Ten minutes in, it begins to rain.

“Great.” Dean mutters.

I pull my hood up around my head, but Sam and Dean just push through. I worry about them getting sick from the cold rain. I push the thought away.

“So what makes y’all think this thing hasn’t moved?”

“Normally they’ll stay in one place after they’ve caught..” Sam clears his throat. “Prey.”

I shiver, but not from the cold. I nod in acknowledgment. Dean rubs my shoulder to comfort me. I put my hand on his meeting his eyes. I can see how badly he wants to bring Amber home.

When we reach Amber’s campsite my stomach drops. The last time I was here, there was caution tape around all of it. It’s only been a week, but it’s hard to tell anyone ever camped here.

“This is it.” I stop walking.

“At least it’s under a tree.” Sam comments.

I sit my bag down and move to start putting up my tent. Dean silently helps me put the tent poles in. Sam strings a tarp through tree branches.

“Y’all didn’t bring a tent?” I ask.

“Don’t exactly have one.” Dean says.

“This will work. We can build the fire under the tarp and still have ventilation. It will keep the wood dry, though.” Sam comments.

“We can all fit in my tent, if we need to.” I offer. Dean immediately looks in my direction. Sam focuses on getting fire wood together.

My small green tent is up within a few minutes. I toss my sleeping bag in it, sitting down on the sleeping bag. It feels good to rest my legs. Dean is helping Sam get the fire going. They’re both soaked, water dripping from their hair.

In a few minutes, the fire is crackling. Sam and Dean are under the tarp, talking about something I can’t hear. I get out two towels from my bag and hand them to the boys.

“Thanks.” Sam says.

“It looks like the rain will break soon.” I say looking at the radar on my phone, grateful for having service out here.

“Good, I can’t wait to be dry.” Dean says.

I sit down on a log next to Dean. “So, what’s the plan? How are we going to track it?” I ask, anxious to take action.

“They’re incredibly difficult to track. We’ll be better off waiting for it to find us.” Sam says.

“So… we’re bait?” I replied, incredulously.

“We’re not bait. We have what we need to kill it.” Dean puts his hand on my knee.

“How are we going to find Amber before we kill it if we’re not tracking it?”

“It should try to lure us out and separate us.” Sam says.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“We told you to stay behind.” Sam says, irritated.

“And I said I wasn’t going to stay behind when we’re looking for my friend. I just want to know what the plan is.” I snap.

“Hey, take a breath. Look, we’re kinda just wingin’ this. It’s what we do. You never know exactly what’s going to happen, but we’ve fought one of these things before. Everything will be fine.” Dean says, squeezing my knee.

“I’m going for a walk.” Sam says.

“Sam-” Dean calls after him.

“Is it safe for him to walk alone?” I ask.

“Should be during the day. He’ll cool off.” Dean says, moving closer to me.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. “This would be romantic if we were here under different circumstances.” I say, quietly.

The woods around us are coming more alive now that the rain has let up. There’s fall leaves covering the ground everywhere. The fire is crackling and there’s still sounds of drops of water hitting leaves as it drips from tree branches.

“It would,” Dean says, sighing. I lean my head against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry if I’m making all this harder.” I whisper.

“We wouldn’t have this lead if it weren’t for you. If anything you’re making it easier. I’m enjoying having you here.“

“Sam doesn’t seem to be happy about my being here.”

“He lost his girl not long ago.. It’s still eating at him. He doesn’t mean to direct it at you.”

“That’s so sad.” I say.

“It was brutal.” Dean whispers.

He runs his hand up my leg, resting on my thigh. I shiver, turning toward him. He has a pained look on his face, but it softens when I meet his eyes. I lean in, wrapping both my arms around his neck. I scratch the back of his head softly. He lets out a soft moan.

He kisses me feverishly, not holding anything back now. Dean wraps his arms around me, lifting me up by my hips. I gasp into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap. I adjust quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“What if Sam comes back?” I whisper.

“We’ve got some time, he’ll be exploring for awhile.” Dean reassures me. I nervously glance around and listen intently for footsteps. I don’t hear anything.

“Okay,” I say before kissing him back with the same fervor. Despite our size difference we fit perfectly together. Dean has one hand on my ass and the other in my hair.

I grind into him, moaning softly when he bites my lip.

“Are you sure?” He asks softly.

I nod at him, kissing him again. I gasp when he stands, my legs still wrapped around him. He holds me tight as he walks to the tent, only putting me down when he can’t unzip the door. I can’t help but giggle.

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Trust, Dean Winchester & Wendigos- Part 1

Word count: 3409

Summary: Rylie gets a call from investigators wanting to know about her missing friend. They turn out to be Sam and Dean hunting a Wendigo. Rylie and Dean have a crush on each other. A little fluff. This is my first time posting any fanfics!! I’d appreciate any feedback. The character Rylie in this short story is similar to my MC in a manuscript I’m working on. ☺️ (also I’m really bad at titles 🤪)

My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s an unknown number. I answer on the off chance it could be about my missing friend, Amber.

“Hello?” I answer, out of breath from my run.

“Is this Rylie Evans?” a man’s husky voice asks.

“It is.” I try to hide the fact that I’m out of breath.

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions about your missing friend?”

“Who is asking?” I know one week in to be more guarded. Some people will prey on those of us going through a hard time.

“Agent Tyler, Tennessee Bureau of Investigation.”

“I would be happy to speak with you, agent. Could we perhaps meet in person so that I can verify you’re who you say you are?”

“Of course, name the place.”

I give him the address of a coffee shop off I-40.

Two hours later, my hands are wrapped around a warm, steaming cup of coffee that I haven’t touched. My stomach is in knots. It’s been a long few days of moments like this, going over every detail of the last time I saw Amber and what I knew about her camping trip.

The door dings, I lookup to see two tall men in suits coming through it. I make eye contact with them to make sure they notice me.

I can’t help but notice that they’re both incredibly handsome, and don’t look like your typical agents. The shorter guy, though he has to be at least 6’1’’, has a little scruff on his face. The taller guy has medium length chestnut hair.

The man with darker brown hair and hazel eyes smiles at me softly. I shift in my seat.

“Do you happen to be Rylie Evans?” I hear his slight southern drawl that is definitely not Tennessean, again, and recognize it immediately.

I stand, extending my hand, “Agent Tyler?”

“You can call me Dean. This is my partner, Sam Kramer.”

Dean gestures for me to have a seat back in the booth. I reluctantly sit down. Regretting my choice of jeans and a flannel shirt, I tug at my curly auburn hair absentmindedly. Rubbing the ends of a strand between my chipped nail polished fingers.

Sam clears his throat, “So, Rylie, do you know where your friend was last seen?”

“Yes- as I’ve gone over with the Sheriff’s Department and the Park Rangers. She was camping at South Cumberland State Park. She was last seen by a park ranger there when she parked her car. I last saw her the day before that and I helped her pack.”

“Does she usually take solo backcountry camping trips?” Dean asks.

“No. She just went through a break-up. She wanted to clear her head and be alone. I tried to go with her.”

“I’m sorry that you have to feel that guilt, then.” Dean says.

The waitress comes and the men order their coffee.

I sip my coffee that’s finally cool enough to drink.

“Why would I feel guilty? Has there been a lead?” I meet Dean’s hazel eyes.

“Well, possibly. We have an idea. The reason the TBI is now involved is because it seems there’s a bit of a pattern of missing persons in this area.”

“You guys think it’s a serial killer?” I fight back tears.

“We don’t know- there’s odd circumstances. Have you heard anything out of the norm lately? Reports of hearing someone cry for help that didn’t seem quite right?” Sam asks.

“A man is trying to lure people by pretending to be hurt? No. I don’t understand.”

I’m frustrated now, and flustered. Dean’s hands are far too close to mine on this table. I pull mine back.

“I know it’s confusing, but we can’t give out too much information. Please, stay out of the woods at night and give us a call if you hear any grumblings.” Dean says as he puts a card on the table.

“Wait!” I nearly shout. The patrons near us turn to look. I blush.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t heard anything about other people going missing. Where are those reports coming from?” I ask, lowering my voice.

Sam and Dean exchange a look. “They’re coming from all along this region. Every few months, someone goes missing in a heavily wooded area. Along the Craighead Caverns cave system.” Dean says.

I blink, not understanding. “The caves have something to do with it?”

“Maybe. It’s complex.” Sam says, giving Dean a pointed look.

“So you called me here to ask me if I had heard of anyone being lured by someone pretending to be hurt?” I furrow my brow. “Is this come kind of joke? Preying on me because my best friend is missing? Y’all don’t even really look like cops.”

I get up to leave, genuinely upset now. I throw their card towards Dean and stomp off.

When I get to my car tears are properly flowing down my face. I’m fishing through my purse for my keys and I can’t find them.

Frustrated, I dump my bag onto the asphalt, bending down to search for them.

“Looking for these?” I hear Dean’s voice from behind me.

I whirl around, heat all over my face.

“You left them in the booth.” Dean stoops down to pick up the contents of my purse.

“I can do it- thank you.” I scoop it all back into my bag quickly.

“Here you go.” Dean holds out my keys, lipstick and pulls a handkerchief from his pocket.

I look at him incredulously. “I’m fine, thank you.” I wipe the tears from under my eyes with my hand.

He raises his eyebrows and takes a step back.

“Alright, look, you’re right to be upset. We are not really TBI. We’re hunters. We’re tracking a Wendigo.”

“Hunters?? What’s a wendigo?” I back away him.

“It’s a cryptid type thing. They hunt folks. Impersonate humans. You know all those things that have a lot of folklore and discourse? It’s all real. Vampires. Werewolves. Demons. We hunt them.”

“You think my friend was killed by a Wendigo?”

“Maybe, or something like it. Whatever it is- we don’t think it’s your standard Ted Bundy.” He pauses. “I’m sorry about your friend.”

“But- no remains have been found?” I question.

“If it’s what we think it is, there wouldn’t be. Her bags and tent were recovered right?” Dean looks towards my feet, staring at my worn down boots.

“Yes.” I say. My voice breaking again. Dean still has the hankie in his large hand. I look at it instead of his face.

“The other theory is she got lost? Would she do that without any supplies?” Dean looks up from the ground, I’m still staring at his hand.

“No. She wouldn’t. She’s smart.” A tear hits my face. I look up to meet Dean’s eyes with my green tear filled ones.

He extends the hankie again, a sympathetic look on his face. I take it this time and wipe away the tears. It smells like him, woodsy with a hint of whiskey.

“Thank you.” He nods at me like he’s done this a million times before.

“The lore about Wendigos is that they make their prey last. There could be a possibility of your friend being alive. I don’t want to give you false hope, but it’s possible.”

“How on earth could you find her?”

I search his face. I have an odd sense of comfort being near him. Like we’ve met before.

He clears his throat. “We’ve done it before. You have to go to the last place you think the thing was, to gank it.”

“Y’all are gonna go camping the same place she went missing? Are you insane?”

He grins. “Many people would say that I am, yes. That’s why we wanted to talk to you. Find out exactly where she was. We’ll go tomorrow night.”

“I couldn’t describe to you where her campsite was. I’d need to go back.”

Dean waggles his eyebrows. “Yeah we kinda figured that. Look, I know it’s a lot to ask. I’ll buy you beer and dinner tonight.”

“You want me to come hunting a mythical creature that I just found out existed-with you and your partner who are strangers to me for beer and dinner?” I laugh despite myself.

“He’s my brother, actually. No, you wouldn’t hunt. You’d just show us where the campsite is and go back home. We can’t have you in danger, too.”

“No way in hell am I going out there just to show you when my friend could be alive. I’ll stay. I can handle myself.”

Sam walks out of the coffee shop and throws his hands up at Dean. “What the hell, Dean? I thought you were coming back in.”

Sam stops short when he sees us. I’ve got my hands on my hips and Dean is standing a little too close to me.

Sam looks between us with a confused expression.

“No, Sammy. Rylie is going camping with us tomorrow night.”

“She is not.” Sam immediately rejects the idea.

“Y'all need me to show you where exactly she camped. The only way I’m doing that is if I stay, too. Otherwise you can forget it.”

Sam sighs heavily. “You told her what we’re hunting?”

Dean gives a small grin to his brother, shrugging. “She wasn’t going to help us unless we told the truth, Sammy.”

“So who’s buying my beer?” I smile, despite myself. Something about these boys is comforting now that I know the truth.

“Oh, that’s all you, Dean.” Sam claps his brother on the shoulder.

“Anywhere with a good pool table?” Dean looks at me.

“Yeah, I can text you the address and meet you there later. I need to do a few things. Can I text the number on the card?” Dean hands me the card back.

“Yep. We’ll see ya then.” Dean smiles at me, his dimples showing.

Butterflies stir in my stomach as I return the smile.

“See you then.”

I open the door to my Toyota Tacoma and climb in. I watch Sam and Dean cross the parking lot to a black 1967 Impala. I smile. My mom’s first car was an Impala. Sam and Dean’s is in perfect shape, though.

Three hours later I’m back in the truck heading to Joe’s bar and grill. I pull in and notice the Impala is already there. Dean had texted me back nearly immediately and said “See ya there, sweetheart.”

I walk through the doors wearing the jeans I was earlier, and a black long sleeved blouse. I see Sam at the pool table. Dean at a high top table off to the side.

There’s not many other people in here and I scan the room for familiar faces, as I’d rather my family not know I’m hanging out with two random guys.

Thankfully, I don’t see anyone I know. Dean makes eye contact with me and stands up. He grins, walking towards me. I observe his bow legged gait and can’t help but grin back.

I’ve always been a sucker for bow legged boys in flannel shirts. His shirt is red flannel and I notice a brown leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair.

“Hey there, whatcha drinkin?” He greets me.

I smile. “Hi, should probably stick to beer.”

“I got you. You look nice, by the way.”

I blush, “Thank you.”

“Go have a seat and watch Sammy hustle. I’ll get us beer.” He gestures to the table he was sitting at. I nod and cross the room to sit. Sam waves at me.

They both seem so comfortable here, as if they’re here all the time. That strikes me as odd, because I know people will be talking about this tomorrow. We have a population of maybe three thousand.

Dean walks over with three beers and sits next to me. “Thank you.”

I open my beer and take a sip.

Dean does the same, when he’s done he leans closer than necessary to say, “Are you sure you want to come with us tomorrow? The weather is supposed to be pretty cold.”

“I’m positive. She’d go if it were me.”

I flip my hair off my shoulder to my back as I take another sip of beer. Dean watches as I do this and I can see his jaw clench. I feel heat in my cheeks.

“How long have y’all been friends?”

“Since highschool.” I pick at the label on my beer bottle and suddenly feel so guilty for flirting with this guy when I should be focused on finding Amber.

“I hope we can find her. We see enough loss. It’d be nice to help a reunion happen.” Dean looks over to his brother.

I’m trying to not get choked up again so I follow his gaze just in time to see Sam win. The man he was playing looks upset as he hands over the money.

Sam walks over to us, “Money for dinner.” He grins.

“Hunting monsters doesn’t pay well?” I ask, eager for a subject change.

“Not jack.” Dean mutters.

“We do it because no one else does.” Sam explains.

“We lost our parents to monsters.”

“And too many damn friends.” Dean says. “That’s why I want to find yours, Rylie.” Dean stands and puts his hand on my shoulder.

“I hope we can.” I look up at him.

“Another round?” My beer is hardly touched but I agree and ask for a burger and fries too.

I quickly finish my beer while Dean is at the jukebox.

“Oh, here we go.” Sam smiles.

“Does he have bad taste in music?”

“Not bad, just, mostly dad rock.” Sam chuckles, his big dimples showing.

I smile back. Sam seems like a sweet guy. Then I hear Blue Oyster Cult start playing and I understand what Sam means.

Dean comes back, “Don't worry I picked several we can dance to, later.” He winks at me.

I smile back, blushing again.

“Since when do you dance?”

“Shut up, Sam. I love to dance.”

The next hour or so flies by and I find myself more and more comfortable with them. I have a huge crush on Dean, especially after he’s had a few drinks and being goofy.

I put a Taylor swift song on the jukebox and Sam is laughing.

“You still wanna dance to T-Swift?” I ask, holding out my hand.

Dean groans. “Fine. Because you asked.” He smiles.

He takes my hand and pulls me closer to him, hands on my waist.

I gasp at the quick change of movements and try to even my breathing. I look up at him. I’m 5’4 so my head barely reaches his chest. I try not to let my mind wander to how good it would feel to rest my head there.

It has been years since I’ve had this much genuine fun with a guy. I put my arms around his neck and sway to the music with him, smiling.

“See? I can get down to some T-Swift.” He smiles, gazing into my eyes.

I swallow. I want to lean up and kiss him. At that exact moment, someone changed the song to George Strait.

“Damn. We were just getting our stride.” Dean says.

“We were.” I reply.

His hands are still on my hips. He gives them the tiniest squeeze before he lets go, but I noticed it.

“Dean. I don’t want to be a buzzkill but we do have a long day ahead tomorrow. We really should get some sleep.” Sam says when we return to the table.

“You’re right.” I say.

Dean looks bummed. “Fine.”

“I’ll go pay.” Sam says.

I walk towards the door and realize I’m probably too buzzed to drive.

Dean opens the door to the parking lot and the cold hits us like a wall.

“Holy shit.” I say wrapping my arms around myself.

“Where’s your coat?” He asks.

“Didn’t bring one.” I grin.

“I’ll go start your car and you can sit in ours while it warms up?”

“That’s sweet. But about that, I don’t think I should drive home.”

He grins. “Too many beers?”

“A few.”

“We can take you home. Or you can bunk with us. I’ll make Sammy share his bed.”

I’m so tempted to take him on that offer. “You can take me home, thank you.” I smile.

I think about my mom seeing a classic car with two beautiful men in it dropping me off. We don’t live together, but I’m right across the street from her. I cringe at the thought.

“On second thought maybe I’ll bunk with y’all.” I say once we’re in the warmth of the Impala.

“What made you change your mind?” Dean turns around to look at me.

“My mom lives across the street. I’d rather y’all bring me back to my truck in the morning and then meet you where y’all are staying to go to the campsite.”

“Don’t want to explain who we are to your mom?”

“Yeah, I don’t think that conversation would go over too well.” I snort.

Sam opens the passenger door.

“My god it’s cold.” He mutters.

“Oh, hey Rylie, I didn’t know you were riding with us.”

“Too buzzed to drive, Sam.”

“And bunking in my bed.” Dean grins at his brother.

“What?”

“Sam she’s been through a lot the last week. This will be easier for her.”

“I’m sorry to intrude.” I almost whisper.

“Oh no, you’re okay. I just don’t want to have Dean the blanket hog in the bed.”

“I’m not opposed to sharing your bed.” I look at Dean.

Sam clears his throat and Dean has a shocked expression on his face.

“Oh-okay.” Dean stutters, blushing.

I smile, happy I finally surprised him.

“I can get my own room.”

“Don’t be silly, Sam. I’ll be fully clothed.”

At the motel, I turn on the TV and try to find something.

“I’m gonna head to the gas station to get supplies.” Sam says abruptly, walking out the door.

I blush. “He didn’t need to do that.”

“He didn’t?” Dean asks, sitting down next to me, our thighs touching.

I look over at him. “I’m not trying to get in your pants, Dean. Not that I’m saying no forever. I really like you, if you can’t tell. It’s just not the right time.” I put my hand on his knee.

“I get it.” He sighs.

I put my head on his chest and sigh. It feels like I thought it would, firm but soft. He smells so damn good.

He runs a hand through my hair. I pull back and look up at him. He moves his hand from my head to my chin, tilting it toward him. I close the distance between us and kiss him softly. He kisses me back, deepening the kiss. I move my hand up his leg slightly.

He breaks the kiss. I blink up at him, blushing. “Did I do something wrong?”

He chuckles. “Hell, no. It was too good. I need to break if we’re supposed to sleep next to each other tonight.”

“I don’t mean to lead you on-“

Dean puts his finger to my lips.

“You aren’t leading me on. You told me you didn’t want to have sex tonight. I wanted to kiss you. Even if you hadn’t prefaced it, we just met. I had no expectations.”

I hug him tightly without thinking.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“You don’t need to thank me for respecting you. I’m sorry someone else made you feel like that.” He strokes my hair.

I lean up and kiss his cheek.

“I am actually super sleepy.” I say.

He chuckles. “Me too. Do you want to sleep in one of my shirts? I’m sure it’d be long enough.”

“Sure. Thanks.”

He rummages around his bag, tossing me a worn T-shirt. I go to the bathroom to change. It comes well below my butt and I don’t feel too exposed.

I climb in bed where Dean already is. I pull back the covers and see he didn’t change.

“You’re sleeping in jeans?”

He clears his throat. “Yeah, when we’re on the road I don’t change. I like to be ready.”

I nod, knowing there must be a reason behind that. He holds out his arm in a gesture for me to lay with him. I smile and scoot over. I fall asleep faster than I have since Amber went missing.

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