13. “Don’t let her die.” 34. “Take it off.” 86. “Please don’t leave me.”
Dean twirled his keys in his hands as he exited the suspect’s house. Nothing but faded furniture and china he may or may not have accidentally broken when he climbed through the window. He glanced at the driveway to see skid marks in the pavement.
Wonder where he was headed in such a hurry, He thought as he hopped into the Impala. He pulled out his cell and was about to call his Dad, who was currently scoping out the abandoned house with you and Sam. He understood why he got stuck with the witness. You and Sam looked far too young to be FBI investigators and definitely needed more scouting experience.
Still, interviewing –or in this case, breaking & entering- was boring as hell alone. He missed your witty remarks and laughter. He never realized how dull hunting could get when you weren’t beside him.
Dammit, he was such sap. Ever since he and his dad rescued you from some ghouls and took you in, he’d been acting like a love struck idiot. He’d constantly have to remind himself “No chick-flick moments” whenever he was with you.
Before he opened his Dad’s contact number, his phone began to ring.
Dean answered it with a slight chuckle at the coincidence, “Hey, Dad, I was just about to call you. Dennis was M.I.A. I think he may have fled town when he found out we were poking our noses-“
“Dean?!” A frightened teenage boy’s voice interrupted. Dean sat up a bit straighter.
“Sammy? What’s wrong? Where’s Dad?”
“He-he ran off after the guy you were supposed to see. Dennis…H-he just b-b-burst in and began sh-shooting! He ran out the door and Dad t-took off after him…” Sam choked.
“Are you okay? Is everyone okay?” Dean said, feeling his heartbeat in his ears.
“I’m fine, but Dean…” Sam choked on his words. “It’s Y/N. She’s hurt Dean. Hurt real bad.”