Supernatural One-Shots

Dean - 8

"You two look rough." The one wearing Sam's face chuckled darkly. "Maybe you need something to eat."

You frowned, watching as they both stepped back from the grate and it opened slowly. You were about to reach up, try and get out when something was pushed into the hole with you. You gasped, the feeling of their previous sheddings falling into the water and over-top of you and Sam.

You gagged, quickly wiping your hands over your face as the grate slammed closed, the smell something rancid.

"The bounty on your heads is a large one when it comes to demons." The fake you said. "We're saving you for a high price."

You groaned and listened as their laughter faded away. Sam mumbled into your neck and you titled your head. "What?"

"He's coming."

Sam didn't quite sound like he believed it.

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On day four, neither of you moved at the sound of the shape-shifters coming home. You both stayed slumped together, Sam's head on your shoulder, nose to your neck and your cheek on his knee. Both of you were nodding on and off, not even finding the energy to try and cheer the other up.

The monsters above you were so quiet, you could barely hear them walking around. When a shadow passed through the light from the grate, you didn't bother to look up. Well, up until you heard a gasp and then the grate opening; that alerted you and Sam both.

Both of you quickly looked up, Dean standing above the two of you. His eyes were squinted with worry, mouth pulled into a thin line and his hair disheveled like he'd been running his hands through it. Dark circles rested under his eyes as if he hadn't been sleeping and he was still wearing the same clothes he was the day that you and Sam were taken.

"Sammy." Dean whispered, extending his hand down into the hole. "Y/N, come here."

Sam shifted, putting his hands under your armpits and lifting you towards Dean, who grabbed both your hands and tugged you out of the hole as Sam pushed your legs. When you climbed out, you stayed on your hands and knees, stomach lurching as Dean leaned back into the hole to help pull Sam out.

Sam tried to stand to help Dean, but his legs collapsed under him, Dean struggling to keep his grip. "Dammit, Sammy."

You rolled onto your bottom, blinking furiously to try and stop your spinning head. "Dean--"

He glanced at you as Sam was pulled up to sit beside you, Sam falling back to lay on the floor beside his brother with heavy breaths. Dean reached out, cupping your face in his hand before looking to Sam.

"How am I going to get you two out of here?" He asked, mostly to himself. "You all can't even stand, let alone walk out."

Sam held up a finger. "Just give me a second and I'll be fine. . . Carry Y/N on out."

You shook your head. "I can walk. . . Just, like Sam said. . . I need a minute."

Dean grumbled, standing up. He offered you a hand and when you didn't initially take it, he stooped and tugged you to stand, quickly turning his back to you. "Hop on."

"Huh?" You replied, leaning heavily against him. "Hop on what? You?"

"Y/N, just get on." Dean bent at his knees, holding his arms at his sides to catch your legs.

You paused before trying to hop on and failing, not having enough energy to do so. Dean stooped lower, helping you onto his back, your arms wrapped around his neck and legs secured snugly around his waist. He wrapped on arm under your thigh, holding you in place, using the other arm to help Sam stand.