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Can you do a Jo x male reader (platonic) where the male reader is a seer and him and jo hunt together. Basically Dean and Sam need Jo’s help so she brings you along and the brother’s (or mainly Dean) are cautious around the reader because of his abilities so the reader just walks out of them during a hunt then the hunt goes south, the reader senses it and comes to the rescue (just some angst with a happy ending lol)

I hope you enjoy this fic!

Dean’s Seer

Spinning slightly on the stool at the bar, you watch Jo clean and sort out of the glasses that had been used from the long night.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” Jo had broken you out of your daze.

“Nothing.” You trace the rim of the glass in front of you with your fingertip.

“Oh, something is definitely up. You fidget whenever something has happened.” She leans on the counter in front of you.

“The Winchester brothers are on their way here to require your help with a hunt.” A sigh escaped at what you had just said.

You and the eldest Winchester had a bit of a weird past. The two of you were together until Dean had found out of what you are.

He didn’t like it one bit.

And your heart broke at that.

When the two of you first got together, your mind gave you the vision of the future you two had. 

You and him had gotten a nice house, finally out of the hunting life, and there was a little boy and a little girl running around in the backyard. A dog chasing them around. Dean then swooped in and picked up his kids, who squealed in delight.

But that took a big swoop into the no-no corner.

The door opening to the bar gets you out of that thought. You didn’t turn in your seat, only knowing who it was.

You get out of your seat, swallowing the rest of the alcoholic liquid and go behind the counter to clean out the glass.

Jo had seated herself in the seat you were just in. “You have a warm ass.” She commented.

The little comment made you chuckle as you turned around and leaned against the counter behind you. “Thanks.”

Jo digs the tip of her favourite hunting knife into the counter in front of her and spinning it around with her fingertips holding the round end of the knife’s handle.

Looking down to your feet, you watch Sam sit next to Jo and Dean walking behind her. They all began talking about the hunt.

After minutes of talking, the brothers quickly go back to the car to grab their bags and into a spare room in the bar.

“Hey.” Jo walks to you, Sam coming into sight. He stands behind her. “You’re gonna come with us. You haven’t gone on a hunt in a while.” Jo smiles softly at you.

“I think I’m gonna stay out on this one actually.” 

“Please come.” Sam pleaded. “Just ignore him. You know he’s always grumpy.”

“Okay, fine.” Jo squealed, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

At the crack of dawn, the four of you are in the Impala. Jo has her head rested against your shoulder, tiredly mumbling away at how early it is.

An hour later, the Impala stops in front of an abandoned house with a barn next to it. “They’re in the barn.” You nod towards the wooden, animal shelter.

Getting out of the car, you stay behind the three to watch them sneak around the sides of the barn.

When they’re out of sight, you walk away, seeing a faint light in the distance to what seems to be a small town.

You wander around, looking through the windows of the stores.

“Where is he?!” Dean exclaims, tugging at the rope that’s wrapped around his wrists, which are strapped to the armrests of the chair he’s seated in.

“He was right behind us, I swear.” Jo struggles in her seat too.

Screams of the vampires get their attention. A few seconds later, you lean against the door frame, covered in blood with your machete in blood too. Your machete leans against your right shoulder.

Walking towards them, you push your machete back to have the blade through a vamp’s neck. Moving the blade to the left, the head is hanging to the side.

You then cut the ropes, releasing the Winchesters and your friend. “I’ve oiled the place. Just gotta give it the flame.” You walk past the half-decapitated vampire, your hand gripping its hair to tear its head off its body. The head gets dropped to the ground.

When Jo, Dean and Sam are seated in the car, they watch you walk towards the vehicle after you lit the barn on fire.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah?” You don’t turn in your seat.

“Can you look at me, please?”

Sighing, you leave your half finished beer to turn in your seat, your arms resting on the counter. “What?”

Dean fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “Um, I want to say that I’m sorry for what I did back then. It wasn’t right of me to do that and it was wrong of how I left things. I-I still love you.” He mumbled, his cheeks tinting a pink.

Getting out of your seat, you place your hands under his shirt and to rest them on the skin of his hips. “Look at me.” He tilts his head up, missing looking up into your eyes whenever the two of you are in bed or when you’re sometimes hugging.

“Want to know what I saw when we were together?” He nods, tears wanting and willing to spill out from his eyes. “We got out of this life. You chose the perfect house for us, Sam living right next to us with his girl. You and I got a dog.” He chuckles at the thought. 

“We also got two beautiful kids, a girl and a boy.” Dean gasps, his tears finally coming out. You lift a hand to cup his cheek. “You were chasing them around, the dog on your team.”

Dean leans his forehead against your chest, sobs shaking through his body. Your hand that was on his cheek is now rested on the back of his head. “I still love you, Dean. Always have and always will.”

Giggles and squeals erupt from the backyard. You watch your husband chase around EJ and Bobby.

“Dinner’s ready. Come inside.” The four-year-olds groan, saying that they want to play more. “Okay, then. If you continue to play now, then I get to have your dessert.”

Immediately, they both run inside, the dog running after them. 

Dean chuckles as he walks up the few steps. He wraps his arms around your lower back and rests his cheek against your chest.

The small walking footsteps come back, the twins sitting down on the picnic table.

“Do I get an extra slice of pie since Ellen-Jo stole mine last night?” Dean asked, the question making you chuckle. “It depends if you eat your veggies.” You say before pressing a kiss to his temple.

He takes his head back to look at you. “Do I eat my veggies?” Laughing, you nod. “You did eat your veggies.” Your laugh turns into little giggles when you press your lips to his. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”