Supernatural One shots

A Caring Stranger (Dean)

The bar was getting full fast, and you had to go find yourself a motel to stay the night in. You paid off your tab and picked up your bag of clothes. There were people looking at you now, so you lowered your head a bit and walked outside. You looked around and started walking down the street. It was about midnight on a fall Friday night.

You pulled your jacket closer to you, but felt and hand grab your arm, and you were pulled in an alley with a strange man in front of you, and you screamed out.

Meanwhile back in the bar, Dean was getting sick of the place quick due to the crowd. He walked outside to get some air and leaned against the brick wall. Dean leaned his head back and took a deep breath. Next thing Dean heard, was your ear shattering scream.

Dean went around the corner to see a man on top of you, trying to rip your jeans off you. You screamed out again for help, as the man had put his hand on your throat.

Dean walked over to the man and picked him off of you. You scrambled over to the wall, and watched as the man was getting beaten by this stranger who came to help you.

You closed your eyes tight as you heard the punches being thrown. All of a sudden they had stopped, and you felt two hands on your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey, your okay! He's gone and he isn't gonna hurt you! I'm not going to hurt you," you heard the man say. You opened your eyes and looked into the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen. "What's your name?"

"Y/n. Thank you?" You said as you saw his face smirk a little.

"Where are you from?"

"Britain, why?"

"Because your accent is so cute," he said as he helped you up.

You bent down to retrieve your bag, and sling it over shoulder. "Well, it's nice to meet you," you paused and he said his name was Dean. "Well, Dean, I need to get going," you said as you turned to leave, but Dean stepped in front of you.

"How come you have a bag packed?"

"I ran away from home. I'm going now to a motel now."

"Well, you're going the wrong way. I'm staying in the motel in town, I can take you there. Listen y/n, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," he said as you looked into those green eyes. There was something you felt that told you, you can trust him.

"Okay," you said as Dean lead you to his car. You looked at black Impala that he was walking towards. "Nice car," you smiled.

"It's just a car," he shrugged as he got in, and you did the same.

It was only five minutes later, when you pulled up at the motel. You got out grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You followed Dean was he walked to his motel room.

Dean walked in, and you sat your bag on the couch. Now that their was more light, you could see the handsome features this man had.

"Hey, so I want to ask you something."

"Go for it," you said as you crossed your arms.

"Well I was thinking you could come with me. You ran away, and you have no where to go, so come with me."

You blushed and looked down for a moment. "Okay," you said as you looked back up.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll go. I mean you're right, I have no where else to go, so why not?"

Dean smiled and you heard the door open behind you. A man walked in and stopped at the sight of you.

"Right, um y/n this is Crowley."

"Hello," he said as he looked at you then Dean.

"Hello yourself," you said as you looked at Dean.

"Crowley, y/n is coming with us," Dean said as he walked over to you.

"Oh great, a groupie," he said as he rolled his eyes. "Well, I'll see you two later. Just came back to get my phone. You know how it is, got to keep the boys busy," he said as he picked up his phone and walked back out.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about him. He is a douche and I was planning on leaving him here," Dean said as he looked at you. You nodded as Dean got his things together and left a note from Crowley. "Do you still want to come with me? Travel," he said as he put his bag on his shoulder.

"Absolutely," you smiled as the two of you went out to the car, and took off leaving Crowley and that town in the dust.