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Pairings; Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings/Genre; Supernatural, meet-cute, action, mild language

Summary: A ghost hunter chasing whispers in an abandoned mansion collides with a demon hunter chasing something far worse—and adrenaline makes everything a little confusing.

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The mansion had been rotting from the inside out since the seventies.

That’s what the forums said, anyway.

Y/N adjusted the strap on her EMF reader and pushed open the swollen front door, the hinges screaming like they were announcing her arrival to every spirit within a mile radius.

“Okay,” she muttered to herself, camera light flicking on. “If there’s anything here, please make a noise.”

Something thudded upstairs.

She froze.

Her breath caught. “Oh. Oh, that’s not staged.”

Another sound—heavy footsteps, deliberate. Not the drifting creak of old wood. Not settling beams.

Her heart started hammering. “Okay. That’s… aggressive.”

She crept up the stairs, flashlight shaking slightly in her grip.

At the same time, on the opposite end of the hall, a tall man in a worn leather jacket paused mid-step.

Dean Winchester had been tracking a crossroad demon for three states. Sulfur. Dead animals. Possession reports.

He had not expected to find a girl with an EMF reader creeping toward him like she was on a low-budget cable show.

The EMF reader spiked wildly.

Y/N gasped. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “Great,” he muttered. “Demon playing dumb.”

They turned the corner at the exact same moment.

She shrieked.

He raised his demon knife.

They both shouted.

“DON’T—”

“DROP THE—”

They slammed into each other trying to dodge, stumbling backward into a wall. Her flashlight clattered across the floor. His knife stayed firmly in his grip, but he didn’t stab her.

They stared at each other.

Up close, she saw green eyes. Confused. Human.

Up close, he saw wide eyes. Terrified. Very much not glowing black.

“…You’re not a demon,” he said.

“You’re not a ghost,” she shot back.

From the end of the hallway, a low growl echoed.

They both slowly turned.

The air shifted—wrong, heavy. The demon stepped out from a bedroom doorway, eyes flashing black.

Dean sighed. “Ah. There you are.”

Y/N’s brain short-circuited.

“That’s not— that’s not a ghost—”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Dean muttered, already stepping in front of her. “You hunt Casper. I hunt the Exorcist.”

The demon lunged.

Y/N ducked instinctively. Dean moved fast—too fast. Years of practice. He slammed the demon into the wall, took a hit to the ribs, and drove the blade into its chest.

Black smoke exploded out in a violent rush, shrieking as it vanished.

Silence fell.

The body hit the floor.

Y/N just stared.

Dean exhaled slowly. “And that’s how you exorcise without Latin.”

She blinked.

Looked at the body.

Looked at the knife.

Looked at the black smoke residue curling toward the ceiling.

Then she did something he did not expect.

She started laughing.

Not hysterical.

Not scared.

Just… stunned.

“Oh my God. Oh my God, that was real.”

Dean frowned. “Yeah. Real’s kinda my thing.”

She ran a hand through her hair, pacing in a tight circle. “I thought it was a residual haunting. I thought maybe cold spots, EVP spikes, some shadow figures—”

“That wasn’t a shadow figure.”

“No, it was not.” She turned to him, eyes wide and shining. “You just— you just stabbed a demon.”

“Yep.”

“And black smoke came out of it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I almost died.”

“Also yep.”

There was a beat.

Then her expression shifted.

The fear melted into something else.

Adrenaline.

Breathless energy.

A shaky smile spread across her face.

“That was incredible.”

Dean blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“I mean—not the almost dying part,” she rushed. “But the— the confirmation? Do you understand what this means? Demons are real. Which means everything’s real.”

He stared at her like she’d just told him she was excited about taxes.

“You almost got possessed.”

“Yes, but I didn’t.” She stepped closer, animated. “Because you saved me.”

His mouth opened.

Closed.

She grabbed his jacket lapels suddenly.

“Thank you.”

And before her brain could catch up to her body—

She kissed him.

Quick.

Warm.

A little frantic.

Full of leftover adrenaline.

Dean froze.

For half a second.

Then his hands automatically went to her waist because apparently that was just instinct.

When she pulled back, her face flushed, she seemed to realize what she’d done.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry. That was— that was the adrenaline. I don’t just— I don’t go around kissing strangers who commit supernatural homicide.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Supernatural homicide?”

“You know what I mean.”

She was still buzzing. Eyes bright. A little shell-shocked. A little thrilled.

It was weirdly adorable.

Dean smirked.

“Well,” he said casually, sliding the knife back into his jacket. “If that’s your reaction to near-death experiences, you might wanna stick around. My life’s basically one long adrenaline rush.”

Her laugh came out shaky.

“You’re serious.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer. “You have no idea.”

She looked at the body on the floor.

Then at him.

Then at the dark hallway stretching behind them.

“…Do you have more of those knives?”

He grinned.

“Baby, I’ve got a whole trunk.”

Her smile widened—still a little stunned, still processing—but undeniably excited now.

“Okay,” she said. “Okay. So hypothetically— if someone wanted to upgrade from ghost hunting to demon hunting…”

Dean tilted his head.

“You’re not gonna freak out later, are you?”

“I already freaked out,” she admitted. “Now I’m curious.”

He laughed softly.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “You’re weird.”

She shrugged. “You kill demons.”

“Fair.”

He extended his hand.

“Dean.”

She took it.

“Y/N.”

He squeezed her hand lightly.

“Let’s get you outta the haunted house business.”

She glanced back at the mansion one last time.

“…Can I still keep my EMF reader?”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

“Sure. But next time you hear footsteps?”

She smirked.

“I’ll assume it’s a demon.”

“Good girl.”

And as they walked out into the night together, Dean couldn’t help thinking that running into an overly enthusiastic ghost hunter might’ve been the most interesting part of his week.

Tw: Manipulation, implied posioning

A few days ago, a package came for Valerie. She was confused because she didn’t order anything and the package had no return address. As her confusion continued she opened her package. Upon seeing its inner contents, she found several potted red roses. Each rose had dark stems and leaves that reflected purple in the light.

Who were these from?

As she moved the flowers out of the box, Valerie noticed a black envelope at the bottom. It was secured with a wax emblem imprinted with the letter V, a seal she has become all too familiar with.

Quickly she opened the letter and read its contents.

Dear Ms. Gray,

I hope this letter finds you in great health. I am reaching out to inform you of a very interesting discovery that I believe would benefit you in your journey to deal with these malignant spirits.

Recently, in my travels I have discovered a very peculiar flower. At a first glance it looks like a rose with a wine colored stem, however after further study it seems to have a special effect towards those creatures of cruelty. 

You see my dear, these flowers, called Blood Blossoms, were the original guardians against these wicked, demonic spectators. Over the years, they have been made more and more sparse through these wraiths’ deliberate attempts of culling them but still some remain. I’ve managed to obtain a few, and since you are a promising, young ghost hunter with great skill, I believe I can entrust you with half of my find.

These blossoms emit a smell that to humans, is unnoticeable, but incredibly painful for ghosts. The pilgrims of old planted the flowers around their homes and town to ward off those malevolent creatures. These poor, innocent people were clever enough to entrap these foul ghouls in a circle of these flowers and they would succumb to the blossom's powerful grasp. A bit like an improved version of a Specter Deflector. 

It is also possible to isolate the smell and turn it into a poison. By dehydrating their petals and crushing them, you could create a toxic powder for those villains, or by adding that powder to water, you could create a liquid poison which you could easily add to your weapons.

I hope these flowers help you in your mission to free Amity Park from those horrid savages. I have attached a note on the back of the letter entailing how to take proper care of Blood Blossoms.

From one Ghost Haunter to another,

V