"Y/n, you stay here and-" Dean started, turning to yourself, sitting beside the youngest Winchester brother, Sam.
"If you think I'm going to stay here like a little kid, you're sorely mistaken." You cross your arms, giving him the deadliest, most intimidating look. You had been practicing.
"It's too dangerous." Dean reflected off the look, turning away to pick up a blade. Ancient, entrancing marks etched into the stainless metal.
"I can handle myself. I'm not as much dead weight as you think." Maybe you could guilt him into going? You hoped so. It worked. Dean's stubborn barrier weakened. "Fine; But you're staying beside us the entire time, understand me?" You nod vigorously, my steps taking you up to Dean's side, staring up at his sharp features. I quickly looked away, realising your mistake as your cheeks bloomed a dark red, feeling flustered and pushy. Don't be awkward! He's just your friend! You scold yourself, knowing you wished that wasn't the truth. "Hey, you okay?" Dean seemed to force you to look back up at him. Boy, he was tall. Or maybe you were just small. Which would stink. "Yeah, let's go."
They made it to the old, sad excuse for a barn without any issues. The planks of sagging wood hung like threads of string against the buildings fragile structure. "I thought demons would atleast have a good sense of fashion." You mumble to yourself as you try your best not to walk up to the barn with all the noise equality of a stampede. Sam vanished, stealthily crouching as he tiptoed to the other side of the dilapidated barn. Never being told the plan, you assume he was to cut them off at any sign of a problem. Dean and you slide through a gaping hole in the side of the building's door, as you tell yourself to stop breathing so much. Dean's boots falling over the gravel like a feather, yours acting like quite the opposite. You look at the barely-visible mass of shadow beside you- Dean. You had growing a major respect for him the day you met him, and it troubled you that it hadn't stopped there. Respect turned into admiration, and admiration had started massing into- well, you know. While the eldest Winchester was hard to see, you felt his forest green eyes glance to you as a ringing of metal echoed through the silent barn. Both of you stiffened, deciding yourself it was a mighty fine point now to take out your weapon. "What was-" A female voice was cut off, finding you were close enough to see their silhouettes shaped out in the scarce moonlight that leaked through the walls. "Shh." Another snapped.
"Well? Go get them!" The voice hissed, now distinctly male, followed by the sound of quickened footsteps. You look to your side, surprised to see Dean walk out calmly from the shadows and stab a lone demon in the back. The light fell from the body, the monster tumbling to the ground. So much for staying together. You watch as two demons walk briskly up to Dean, their eyes black as night. You run at one of them, as Dean slashes at the other. Taking the demon by surprise, you curse yourself as you slam the hilt of your idiotically useless machete into the demons head. His head fell hard back onto the gravel before he threw you off, your heart dropping significantly as you slam against a wooden post. The barn shuddered. "Y/n!" Dean screamed, stabbing his foe in the heart, the demon flickering off like a defective light bulb. Pain exploded in your chest, making breathing difficult. Ears ringing, you stagger to your feet in horror as the demon saunters up to you. "Nice try, girlie." He pounds his hands against your wrists, hammering yourself against a wall. The barn groaned in protest, and the demon spun a wicked dagger in his thick fingers. Glaring at the demon through the nausea, you spit in his ugly maw. Your vision clears in the time it took him to growl and smack you, and you kick him in the crotch for the hope that he would loosen his grip. Success. Speeding out of his reach, you observe the unbelievable sight before her.
There had to have been more demons than they had expected. Two demons closed in on Dean, a smear of blood across his grim mug as he backed up, confusingly unarmed. You hear the sounds of Sam fighting on the shaky hay loft, grunting with effort. You and Dean were alone in this. While staring in terror at Dean, he locked her gaze with his own. "Y/n, run!" He yelled. Unfortunately no demons turned to look for her; except, for her apparently new best friend, and the demon grinning psychotically. "There's Mrs. America!" He chuckles as he lunges for you. Luckily with your small stature, you zipped out of his way, beelining out of the broken barn. Dean grunted in pain behind her, Sam yelling something she couldn't comprehend. Your heart tore at itself in your chest. Every fiber of your mind told you to turn back and help the Winchesters, but let your body fall into auto-pilot momentarily in shameful panic. Sooner or later, you couldn't take it. You whipped around, your hair following with high velocity. Just in time to see Dean get dragged from the barn, a knife at his throat. "Dean!"
