Go easy on me guys, this is my first fanfic. This is set at the end of 9:10 anything that comes after that, I'm not going to pay attention to. I don't know Supernatural or any of its characters.
This is going to be set in a parallel universe for the time being, things will be revealed as they come. Dean/O.C. Rate Mature for later chapters.
I hope you enjoy it! Let me know any of your thoughts! Love you all!
Kara lived a quiet life, she had gone to college and majored in philosophy. After a terrible event that took out a few years of her life, Kara came back and made enough money for her to buy a cabin up in the woods far from anyone else with just her dog and her horse. She still taught classes at universities something, usually online and she wrote books. But her interaction with people was very minimal.
One day, she was riding her horse along one of her favorite trails when she heard a large splash. With caution she headed toward the stream. Her dog close on her heels.
There was a body laying flat down in the river. Kara jumped off her house and whistled for her dog to look around, which he did as she headed for the body. He was dressed, through his cloths were messed up and covered in blood. She turned him over, looking at his face. It was beaten up, she couldn't really make out what he really looked like. She bit her lip, looking around the surrounding area.
Slowly she started to pull him out of the river. Kara moved her horse close and had Ghost bend down so the distance was a lot smaller, she undid the saddle and matt and slid those to the ground, she could come back for them later. She slowly and as carefully as she could moved his body over her horses back before having her horse stand up. She grabbed her staddle and matt in her other hand and started to lead the horse back to her cabin.
Eventually she was able to get him into her full size bed. She quickly made work on cleaning his wounds and wrapping him up. Though it was a little awkward when she realized that all his clothes had to go.
She went slowly, face first, cleaning the blood off and putting an ice pack by the side of his face as she worked on his chest and arms. He has a few tattoos and she noted them but more worried about the crawl marks that were going across the front and back of his chest relatively deep. She cleaned them and wrapped them and moved to the burn on his left hip. She stripped him bare and tried her best not to stare at his package.
Once she was done she covered him with a light blanket and left a set of cloths on the table next to the bed if he awoke before she got back. But it was doubtful, he was pretty beat up.
Kara was 5'6 with jet black hair, she had green eyes and was a fit curved body type. Though she loves books, since she lived in the woods she also knows how to hunt, and fight with ease. She made a point of having her knife on her just in case. Kara wanted to help this man, but knew he could also be a killer. She went out to wash her horse down, the sun barely being getting to dusk. She wondered how this man got here...who was he, could she help him?
She slept on the couch that night. Kara woke up and cleaned his wounds again, tried to get him to drink some water and left him be. She prayed to God to heal him, to show her what she could do. Kara had always struggled with God and religion, the majority of her philosophical writings showing such. Still, it wouldn't hurt to try.
Once again, Kara slept on the couch, her dog Kiba sleeping at the end of the couch, ever watchful. Her dreams were filled with dark memories, so slept was very little.
The next morning, she woke up and cleaned the sleeping mans wounds again and smiled to herself to see that he was healing relatively quickly. Kara figured he would be waking soon so she set herself to make some food for him. Kara's mind was busy wondering what kind of man was lying in her bed. From everything that she had been through over the years, her first thought was to kill him, not personal, just for safety. But it was obvious he wasn't meant to hurt her...
It was around three o'clock, she had just finished the food and was coming out of the restroom when she was pinned to the wall.
"Who are you?! Where am I?!" The man yelled in her face. Kara was only scared for a moment before she shoved him off of her. There was stumbling and wrestling before Kara finally pinned the man down.
"I am going to say this slowly. My name is Kara. I found you in a river halfway to death and brought you to my home to heal you. I have no idea who you are or where you came from. I live alone, there is not a civilization within 10 miles of here. I hunt, I fight, and I mean you no harm. But if you think about attacking me again I will shoot you." Kara was on his back, his arms pinned behind him and his face to the wooden floor of her cabin. He struggled for a moment before finally calming down.
"Can I let you up?" Kara asked after a few moments of silence. He only nodded. She stood up and turned away from him, showing she wasn't scared of him.
"I made you food. I hope you like grilled cheese and some chicken noodle soup." She called from the kitchen. He slowly got up with a grunt and followed her to the kitchen. He was in sweats and definitely over 6 feet tall. His hair was dark brown and messy, his eyes a beautiful green. His face looked a lot better since the day she pulled him from the river. Kara served him a plate and then herself, sitting across from him at the table. Green eyes met green eyes in a tense moment of no words.
"So, whats your name?" Kara felt like he was sizing her up. Kara looked over his body, okay, so maybe she was sizing him up too. He looked like he fought for his life more often than not. Kara would know.
"Dean. Dean Winchester." He answered. She liked his voice, he was extremely handsome too.
"It is nice to finally meet you Dean." Kara commented, they ate in silence for a moment.
"Why was I naked?" He asked, a small smirk playing on his lips and the humor reaching his eyes. Kara almost choked on her soup.
"Your cloths were pretty destroyed and that burn on your hip would've been hard to reach if I hadn't. Don't worry, I'm a relatively respectable woman." Kara said with a smirk. Dean smirked back and she liked it.
"What..what happened to you?" Kara asked tentatively. Dean stopped eating and looked at her, long and hard. Dean hadn't really figured out what was going on, he was badly injured and the last he remembered was getting mauled by that werewolf. Then, he wakes up here. Now this woman that is sitting across from him is throwing him for the biggest loop of his life. But he couldn't blame her, or whatever this new hell was, he deserved it, all of it.
"I was fighting this..look, I suppose to be in Kansas right now, where am I?" Kara raised her brows.
"You are definitely not in Kansas anymore." Dean gave her a great, no-shit-sherlock face.
"Where am I, then?" Dean was getting loud again.
"Who are you?" Kara barked back. Dean got a frustrated look on his face.
"I told you!" Dean slammed his fists on the table, Kara jumped a little and pressed a hard stare at him.
"You are in California right now, up in the mountains with no city within an hour drive from here." Kara tried to stay calm but she gets worked up easily, especially not being around people a lot.
"Who are you? What kind of sick joke is this? Are you trying to break me? Guess what, I AM ALREADY BROKEN! Just kill me already!" Dean stood up, Kara followed suit and moved out of the way as Dean overturned the table and all the breakfast on it. He pushed everything off the counter and grabbed the butter knife, his wild eyes landing on Kara.
Kara steadied herself and raised her hands into defensive positions, watching Dean, watch her. "I am just a philosopher that lives alone, Dean. I am not trying to break you, I don't know you." Kara was stepping toward Dean slowly, "Why do you want to die?"
Dean held the knife up, not like it would really do anything, but it made him feel better. He flipped it around in his hand as he watched her edge forward.
"What have you done, Dean?" Kara asked softly, trying to get him to calm down. She should be worried, but she knew what regret could do to a person, she had done almost this exact same thing, only...she had ran out, and now she lived here, alone.
Dean's face tensed, the emotions rolling through his eyes, the tears building up. He couldn't do this. Why wouldn't they just kill him. Dean dropped the knife, his body collapsing onto the floor.
Kara moved quickly to his side, pushing the knife away and pulling Dean into her arms. She rocked them, ignoring his gripping hands into her arm and shirt, ignoring the tears that were wetting her neck and the strangled cries leaving his mouth. Kara just held him and ran small circles on his back, one hand running through his hair as she hummed a nameless song.
They sat like that for a good 30 minutes, Dean couldn't pull himself together, but Kara wasn't asking him to. Finally, Dean pulled away and wouldn't meet Kara's eyes. Kara gave a soft smile that he didn't see before standing up and holding out a hand.
Dean looked at it, really just looked at it. Who was this girl? She had just sat with him for 30 minutes or more, just, holding him, with him crying. She hadn't said a word but her presence, her touch was nothing but comforting. Could he trust her? Dean took her hand.