Runaway Crash
This is my entry for @thorne93 's challenge roulette! It's really last minute, but hey, better just barely on time than late, right?… right?
Prompt: Two characters meet through a traffic incident (minor car wreck, major car wreck, rear ending, stuck at the same gas station etc') AND "Is that really what you're doing?"
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, male!reader, and a special mention at the end.
Ship: none
Word count: 1.2K
Warnings: anxiety/panic attack, mentions of domestic abuse, angry dean.
"Dean, all I'm asking is for you to eat one vegetable with every meal. Just one!" Sam exclaimed, frustrated at the conversation that seems to repeat itself like a broken record almost every day now.
"Ketchup is a vegetable!"
"No it's not! It has a fuck ton of sugar in it! Also, tomatoes are fruit, not vegetables."
Dean was about to snap back at his younger brother while switching lanes but was cut off by a jolt forward caused by another car crashing into the Impala from behind.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah Dean?"
"Please tell me I'm dreaming and a car didn't just rear end my baby."
"No, I'm pretty sure that did just happen."
"It's the middle of nowhere, it's probably a high off his ass driver, and I'm gonna kill him." Dean growled, his anger getting worse every second that passed.
Dean got out of his oh so precious car, slamming the door shut before turning towards the car that just hurt his baby, Sam following his lead.
Behind them, a 17 year old boy, fresh off his trial period, scared and shaken up got out of his car, which suffered a much greater damage then the beloved 1967 Chevy Impala. When he saw who was heading his way, his panic tripled.
Y/N wasn't a short guy but any means, probably just a couple of inches shorter than Dean, but with Dean seething with anger and looking ready to murder anyone who came in his way, he suddenly felt so much smaller.
"Sir, I am so terribly sorry-" Y/N started, his voice wavering, trying to reach a shaking hand forward as if to try and shield himself from the murderous looking man in front of him, his other hand holding onto the car door to keep him upright.
"You're 'sorry'?! Well sorry doesn't make it, kid! Have you ever even been behind a wheel or did you just steal daddy's car and decided to roll with it?" Dean was getting closer and closer to Y/N until he was standing directly in front of the kid, a mere few inches between them.
"Dean." Sam tried to get his brother's attention, noticing how scared the boy was and how badly he was shaking.
"You're in the middle of fucking nowhere kid! Do you even know where the hell you are?!" Dean shouted again.
Y/N tried to open his mouth to in some way answer the fuming man in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried no words would come out of his mouth and it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe.
"Dean." Sam repeated, grabbing his brother's forearm and dragging him away from the frightened teenager, who sat down in his beaten-up car, his knees giving out.
"What Sam?!" The older of the brothers snapped.
"Dean, calm down."
"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?! He hurt baby!"
"Dean have you actually looked at where he hit the Impala? There's barely any damage on her, it will take you, what? 30 minutes max to fix it? On the other hand, the kid's car looks so beaten up that he can't even continue driving it. Not to mention he looks like he can barely even stand. Dean look at him!" Sam argued, pointing towards Y/N.
Dean turned around, more calm now than what he was a few minutes ago, and looked the struggling teen.
"Is that really what you're doing right now? Look at him and tell me you don't see yourself in him. The first time you scratched the Impala and came home and dad almost ripped you apart." Sam reasoned with his brother.
Dean took a deep breath before advancing towards the shaking boy. He banded down to be closer to eye level to the kid and placed a hopefully comforting hand on his shoulder.
"What's you name, kid?"
It took him a minute or two, trying to catch his breath and calm down enough to form coherent words.
"Y/N." He answered quietly, looking down at his hands.
"Hi Y/N. My name is Dean, that moose behind me is my younger brother Sam. I'm sorry I snapped at you kid, it's been a long day and you were just the straw that broke the camel's back."
Y/N nodded.
"Now I was serious about that last question, do you know where you are?"
Y/N shook his head no.
"Do you know where you're going?"
Y/N didn't move or say a word.
"C'mon kid, gave us some context here." Sam tried.
It took a few more minutes before Y/N felt he could speak, but he managed.
"I… I ran. In the middle of the night. I've been driving for hours, not really knowing where I was going and when I got here everything started looking the same, and all of a sudden I started panicking. I couldn't breathe, I could barely see anything and I was trying to break but the next thing I know I'm jolted forward for rear-ending a car that I swear wasn't there a second ago."
The two brothers glanced at each other before Sam turned to Y/N again.
"Why did you run?"
"Abusive home. It was bearable for the most part, had to wear long sleeves most of the time, but I could deal with that. But everything got so much worse a week ago that I just had to get out of there."
"What happened a week ago?" Sam wondered.
"You're not gonna believe me."
"Why not?"
"You'll think I'm insane."
"Kid, we deal with insane all the time, there's nothing you can say that will surprise us." Dean said in an attempt to comfort the boy.
"They started acting weird. More violent. They… " Y/N took a deep breath and looked at the brothers, who looked back at him with encouragement. "They had black eyes. Both of them. And the whole house started smelling like-"
"Sulfur?" Sam finished for him.
"Yeah.. How did you know that?"
The two brothers looked at each other for a minute, having a silent conversation between the two of them before Sam turned back to Y/N.
"Y/N your parents were possessed by demons. They were probably attracted to them because of their abusive pattern of behavior." Sam explained.
"And what does that mean?" Y/N questioned.
"It mean that we'll deal with it." Dean answered. "In the meantime, do you have a place to go tonight?"
"Oh don't worry about that-"
"Kid your car is beat up and you have no idea where you are. Just answer the question. Honestly."
Y/N visually deflated a bit before quietly admitting he had no where to go that night and that he was counting on sleeping in the car.
"I have an idea." Dean stated, standing up straight and taking his phone out of his pocket.
"No, please, don't. " Y/N tried to stop the man, but he refused.
"I'm not forcing you to move in, but I am making sure you have a warm bed and a home cooked meal." Dean finished before walking a few feet away from the two, dialing a number he knew by heart.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands." Sam comforted the confused looking teen. A few seconds later they could hear dean talking on the phone near his car.
"Hey Jody? I need a favour."
