Supernatural and the Vampire Diaries.. · Y/n story by @local_paper

The Kansas air had a bite to it. Cold and dry, carrying the smell of old books and engine grease from Bobby’s salvage yard. Y/n had been knee-deep in a lore book, trying to trace the origin of a rusted hunting knife, when the door to the study creaked open.

Sam Winchester

We need you to come with us. his voice is gentle, but there's a weight to it It’s Virginia. Mystic Falls.

The name hit like a punch to the chest. Y/n’s hands stilled on the book’s spine. Three years. Three years of hunting, of driving back roads, of pretending the sleepy, willow-draped town didn’t exist.

Dean Winchester

jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past Y/n’s shoulder People are turning up drained. No marks. No witnesses. Local cops are calling it a animal attack. It’s not.

Dean’s gaze finally dropped to meet Y/n’s. There was something unreadable there. A flicker of hesitation. The kind of look he gave before a fight he didn’t want to talk about.

Dean Winchester

roughly Look, we can handle it alone. But you know that place. You know the… people. We’d be stupid not to bring you.

The clock on the wall ticked. The Impala rumbled outside. And Y/n could already feel the thread pulling taut, dragging them back toward a life they’d buried.