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Sneaking Out
RoguePhoenix

Summary:

You remember rough hands on your body applying pressure to the worst of your wounds and the stark contrast of the gentle, soft touch to your forehead, you remember a bright light and all the pain fading away.

You wake up three days later in a strange bedroom...
Notes:

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Chapter 1: Saved

Chapter Text

It's been nearly three months since Dean, Sam, and Cas found you on the verge of death from a werewolf attack.

They said you were lucky - though that's not really the word you'd use to describe returning home after a long night at the library to find your flatmates slaughtered only to the have the monster that killed them turn on you. Then again, you suppose that it was pretty good timing that they showed up when they did. They ganked the werewolf in a matter of minutes and turned their attention to you.

You were drifting in and out of consciousness. All you remember is the three men barging in and taunting the monster off of you before taking it down.

You remember the burning of every gash and the throbbing in every wound. You remember the feeling of blood pouring from your body as you became weaker by the moment. You remember flashes of green and blue and gold and deep voices filled with concern. You remember rough hands on your body applying pressure to the worst of your wounds and the stark contrast of the gentle, soft touch to your forehead, you remember a bright light and all the pain fading away. Then there were two strong arms sliding beneath you and lifting you until you were pressed against a strong, muscled chest. You remember the smell of leather and the hum of an engine and gentle hands stroking your hair.

You wake up three days later in a strange bedroom. There is a glass of water on the side table and a note in elegant script -

Please take as much time as you need to rest. There is a change of clothes for you at the foot of the bed. You have a private washroom with freshly laundered towels. Please make yourself at home.

We will be in the library - straight down the hall to the right - when you are ready to join us.

- Cas

You smile. You have always been independent, and it's nice to be taken care of for a change. You move to sit the note down when you notice something else scribbled in another script much less elegant than the first -

Drink the water. It'll help. There's aspirin on the bathroom counter if you need it. -D

You sit the note down on the side table and raise the glass of water to your lips as you take in the room around you. It's a simple room - bed, dresser, small desk - you notice that everything looks impossibly old and yet almost completely unused.

Your eyes land on the stack of clothes at the foot of the bed. They aren't the clothes you were wearing when the hunters found you, but you suppose those clothes were ripped beyond recognition anyway.

The memories begin flooding back... the attack, your friends, the hunters, the -you look down at your own body expecting to see blood and torn flesh and... nothing. But... you feel panic being to flood your body... How?

You look around as if the answer is somewhere in this tiny room, but you find nothing. Your head is reeling and you feel sick. You attempt to stand but you collapse onto the floor. The room is spinning and you think you might pass out.

Suddenly there are hands on your arm helping you sit up and comforting words flowing through the small space in a tone far too gentle for such a deep voice.

"Easy does it... that's it..." the voice repeats as the owner of the voice helps you to your feet. You're leaning against him and he's supporting nearly your entire weight.

"Alright, come on. Let's get you back in bed."

And with that he's moving you both until you're sitting on the edge of the small mattress.

"Thanks," you manage to mutter.

"Don't mention it." He returns and he smiles. It may be the delirium talking, but you wonder if you have ever seen such a beautiful smile in your life. And, oh god, those eyes. The impossible shade of green that doesn't exist anywhere else in the universe. You feel light-headed.

"So, uh..." he begins but pauses, "I don't even know your name," he says amusement in his voice.

"Y/N," you manage to say between deep breaths, "my name is Y/N."

"Well, nice to meet you Y/N. I'm Dean. Now, let's see about getting you into a hot bath."

Dean slowly moves away from you slightly and waits to make sure you can sit upright on your own before he leaves the bed completely. He walks into the attached wash room and you hear the sound of water running.

"Hey Dean?" You ask hesitantly.

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"Who changed my clothes? This isn't what I was wearing when you found me."

"Oh, um... well..." Dean stammered and you were pretty certain you could hear him blush from the other room, "your clothes were shredded and covered in... uh... they weren't salvageable."

"Ok, but that still doesn't answer my question: who changed my clothes?"

"Right... well... that would be me."

"Okay. Well, thanks."

"Don't mention it." He says as he exits the washroom the slightest hint of a blush still lacing his cheeks. "Now let's get you into this bath."

Your head has stopped spinning and you feel a little more steady on your feet as you make your way toward the steamy washroom.

Dean moves to your side, but you brush him off.

"I think I've got it from here Casanova." You realize after you've said it that Dean might not understand you meant it as a joke, but the small chuckle that escapes his lips puts you at ease.

"Alright, well, let us know if you need anything. I'll go start lunch."

You hear the door to the bedroom click shut as you remove your borrowed clothes. You sink into the hot bath and let all the thoughts of monsters and miraculous healings and death drift away...

*~*~*~*~*

It's been three weeks since you were brought to the bunker and you've fallen in step with the lifestyle.

Sam gave you a crash course in the supernatural. He told you about the existence of monsters and angels and demons. You were surprised at first to learn that there were representatives of the latter two groups in residence - Cas and Crowley just nodded in agreement when Sam told you.

Crowley always kept to himself. It could be because the majority of the people in the room had at least one reason to want him dead. You wondered why he was even here and why he was wearing that ridiculous collar that looked like something more suited for a dog.

Kevin always seemed stressed. The addition of your presence in the bunker didn't seem to help things. He avoided you almost completely the first week and when he did share the same space he muttered about "pretty soon everyone's going to know this place exists" and "so much for a secret hideout", but over time the two of you became closer and he finally stopped avoiding you. In fact, he's taken to asking you questions about your life, about college, about football games, and libraries, and about the general day-in and day-out of being a normal co-ed.

Bobby's become like a father to you. He's always calling you by goofy nicknames and ruffling your hair. He asks how you're holding up and makes every effort to make sure that everyone's treating you alright. You laugh every time he asks "these idjits are all mindin' their manners right?" and you assure him that everyone has been on their best behavior.

Cas is overprotective. He brings you blankets and hot tea and makes sure you're eating enough. He leaves books in your room with his favorite stories bookmarked and little notes explaining why he thinks you'll like them. He brings you warm towels every evening because he knows you like to shower just before bed, and he makes sure to keep your favorite juice in the bunker.

Dean is like the big brother you never had... he teases and tickles and jokes with you. It's almost as if his mission in life is to make you smile. He's such a goofball sometimes that you wonder how he gets anything done. And, despite all the fun, there's something deeper with Dean. It's personal with him. It's as if you are his to protect. Most of the time it isn't an issue, but sometimes his possessiveness breaks through.

Like last week, when you asked to go into town to the library to grab a few books and Dean insisted on taking you himself to make sure it was safe, or when you told Sam you'd go for a run with him and Dean insisted that he would go too (even though you know how much he despises running), or when Kevin asked if you planned to re-enroll in school and you said you'd been considering it and Dean practically forbade it because being that far away could be too dangerous.

But, despite all the weird things you've encountered in the last few weeks, this rag-tag bunch of misfits have become like family, and you couldn't be happier.