Black Stole Her Blue Eyes · Y/n story by @future

The Missouri heat clung to the air like a wet blanket, thick and heavy even as the sun bled down past the horizon. Main Street was quiet, the kind of quiet that made a man check his rearview mirror twice.

Dean Winchester

staring through the windshield This place looks like every other one we've rolled through.

Sam Winchester

from the passenger seat, rubbing his eyes You said the symbol was painted on the water tower. That's two miles east. We could've been there and back by now.

Dean Winchester

smirking And miss out on pie? Yeah, right.

He stepped out, boots crunching on gravel, the leather of his jacket creaking in the humidity. Sam followed, slower, reading something on his phone.

Dean Winchester

Look, I know you're tired. But we're close. Real close. This demon's been one step ahead of us for months. This time, we end it.

Sam Winchester

looking up Dean... you sure you're not just chasing ghosts? The last lead was a dead end.

Dean Winchester

pausing at the diner door, hand on the handle This one's different. I can feel it.

The door swung open. The bell chimed. The air inside smelled of stale coffee and burnt toast. A waitress looked up from wiping the counter, and Dean froze.

Dean Winchester

voice barely audible No. No, it can't be.

Because there she was. Y/N. The girl he'd left behind years ago, standing behind the counter with a coffee pot in her hand and a smile that hadn't changed a damn bit.