13 The Wait

As you were starting a fire, you couldn't help but worry about what was going to happen. Bobby and Dean were right, you really didn't know what you were getting into here. You didn't regret coming. Hell no. You were just worried you'd screw something up. Both Sam and Dean were telling and showing you stuff 'n thangs. (A/N: that's for all you The Walking Dead fans)

The boys told you how to work any and all of the weapons they brought with them. They had weapons you've never even seen before and now you knew it like the back of your hand. Bobby has already trained you with a lot of thing so that was actually saying a lot.

You knew just about all if it though and even impressed them with your knowledge. But no matter how much you knew it never hurt to get a refresher. But that got you thinking, how would your body react when one of those situations arose. Fight or flight? You prayed for everyone's sake that it would be the former.

"Y/n, your hand," You heard a voice say loudly.

"Oh!" You exclaimed pulling your hand back as you saw that you already started a fire and were about to burn yourself.

"You alright?" You looked up and saw that Dean looking at you concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine," you said trying to sound confident.

"Nervous?" He asked, his usual teasing no where in sight.

"Yeah, a little," you found yourself Admitting and he nodded understanding.

You found that weird, with anyone else you would've stayed with your I-can-do-anything act. But with Dean you just felt comfortable, and you knew he wouldn't judge you. There was something about his presence that made you drop your guard a bit as well but somehow you found yourself not caring.

"You'll do fine, you can take care of yourself not to mention you were raised by Bobby," he said confidently.

"I don't know..I've never done anything like this before and I can handle myself against people not monsters," you worried.

"Hey, you wanna go practice some more?" He asked suddenly. "I have one more gun you haven't tried yet," he suggested.

"Sure," you said standing up and walking over.

He looked over to make note of where Sam was before handing you the gun. You checked the chamber and aimed it as if you were about to shoot. The nozzle was heavier then the others and you knew you were probably doing it wrong.

Suddenly two arms came around you and covered your hands. You knew they belonged to Dean, soon you could feel his warm body behind yours and your breath hitched. You couldn't tell if he noticed, hell you couldn't even tell if you were breathing. He adjusted your hands and got your imaginary target in sight before mimicking the recoil.

He slowly removed his hands and you made sure to keep the gun in the same position. The trance he seemed to have put on you still wasn't wearing off though. Millions of butterflies were exploding in your stomach and you must've been blushing beet red. But you didn't care, all you could focus on was him.

"That's my girl," Dean said just above a whisper and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You heard him start to walk away and you stood there wondering.

What the f*ck just happened?

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Dean's POV

You started to walk away from Y/n while breathing heavily. You needed some air. You didn't know what the hell came over you to do something so intimate. She was quickly becoming a close friend, you knew that. You felt comfortable with her but that just felt so different, you weren't sure how to describe it.

You knew she must've noticed how your hands were shaking and your heart was pounding. You weren't even sure what to think, you've never felt anything like that before not even when you were with Cassie. You tried to shake it off, it wouldn't do to be distracted on a case. But just like Y/n tends to do, it stubbornly stayed with you and You were left not knowing what to do.

So naturally, you went to Sammy.

"Dean, are you alright?" You looked up to see him looking at You concerned.

"Yeah," you lied clearing your throat. "So what's the plan Sammy?" You said tried to change the subject.

"We wait, this thing hasn't collected enough people as it normally has so it'll be desperate," he explained after looking at you a moment longer.

"Perfect, Y/n's first hunt and we have to wait around like sitting ducks," you said feeling suddenly protective of her.

"Well what do you suggest Dean?" Sam said and you could tell he didn't like it very much either.

"Going and looking for the son of a bitch," you tried.

"Go where? We don't even know where it is and besides it'll come to us no matter what we do," Sam protested.

"I don't know," you said knowing he was right. You glanced over at Y/n, she was sitting down taking the gun apart and back together again.

"You're worried about her aren't you?" Sam said gently and your head snapped back to him. "You shouldn't, she can handle herself," he continued when you didn't respond.

"I know, she's definitely proven that," you said remembering the first time you two met.

"Yeah when she was kicking your ass," Your brother said with a laugh.

"Hey I had that all under control," you said trying to defend your dignity.

"Whatever you say," he said shaking his head.

"Oh whatever you were totally helpless," you heard a voice say from behind you.

"Honey, I was a lot of things but helpless was not one of them," you said firmly.

"Uh huh," she said with a smirk that looked oddly like yours.

"I don't like that smirk on you, Y/n, I think I'm rubbing off on you the wrong way," you commented. "Or maybe I'm rubbing just the right way," you said with a smirk of your own.

"Seriously Dean?" You heard Sam say exasperated.

But you couldn't bring yourself to care once you saw Y/n roll her eyes with a smile she couldn't hide at your stupid innuendo. You couldn't help but smile proudly that someone thought it was funny. You all joked around and talked until it was sundown and you were all surrounding the fire.

There was something big rustling in one of the nearby bushes. Before either of them moved a muscle you were already standing up with your gun ready to shoot. You shared a worried look with Sam and he gave you an encouraging nod. You then looked at Y/but the only thing you could find was solid determination and you knew she was ready.