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(1.7) Hook Man: Part two

“Learning about the Hookman”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

Warning(s): Violence, angst, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff

Summary: Y/N and the brothers investigate a series of supernatural deaths that appear to be morally driven. During the case, Y/N finds herself remembering her grief over the death of her parents.

Word count: 2555

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

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Everything you ever went up against during your time with the brothers, you knew about. And you knew exactly how to get rid of them, too. But this- what the younger Winchester was telling you, you didn’t know about. You didn’t even know if it was real. The way Lori had described her experience made it seem like she was talking about the Hook Man, something that has been an urban legend for years. You didn’t know if you believed that this legend was actually true. Then again, you’ve seen a lot of things over the last few years that you never knew existed.

You remained silent as you and Sam followed behind the older Winchester as you all walked down the aisle of books about all kinds of folklore in the library. You knew that you couldn’t really say anything, because you knew this ghost could actually be real. Dean, on the other hand, wasn’t much of a believer. “So you believe her?” He asked his little brother, who made the confession that did. “Yeah, I think she’s-” You’ve been so quiet, it seemed that your boyfriend forgot that you were even around the two of them at the moment. That was, until he turned to look back at his brother and took notice of the look you were giving him. You furrowed your brows, wondering what he was about to say when he cut himself off so abruptly and looked forward, muttering, “Nevermind.”

As much as you wanted to deny that Dean wouldn’t hit another girl, you knew what he was about to say. Or maybe you didn’t, and you were just overthinking too much. You’ve been doing it more often, trying to focus on his behavior with other girls around ever since you heard what the shifter told you. If you were being honest with yourself, though, you were trying to get a good enough reason to break up with him before you could get hurt.

"Look, guys, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this." Sam had spoken up before things got too tense, and he stopped in his tracks when Dean turned to a right and went down an aisle. "She heard scratching on the roof and found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car."

Dean stopped and looked at his brother. "Bloody body suspended? That sounds like-"

“Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” Sam finished his brother’s sentence, the disbelief in his voice was clear.

"That's one of the most famous urban legends.” Dean said, not believing what he was hearing himself. “You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man."

"Every urban legend has a source,” You spoke up for the first time since getting here, glancing over at the older Winchester for a moment. “A place where it all began."

"What about the scratches and the tire punchers and the invisible killer?" Dean questioned.

"Maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all." You said, coming up with a possible theory. "What if it's some kind of spirit?"

~~~

All three of you had grabbed a table after talking to a librarian about their public records. You watched as she headed over with a large box and smiled at the three of you, placing it down on the table. "Here you go." She said as she pushed it over to you. "Arrest records going back to 1851." She turned around and grabbed another box, your smile faltered at how much material you were going to have to sort through.

You coughed when Dean blew off some of the dust that had collected on top of the box. He looked up at the librarian and smiled. "Thanks." He said. She smiled once more before walking back to her desk, leaving the three of you alone. "This is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean remarked to Sam, blowing off more dust before opening the lid.

"Welcome to higher education." Sam said, opening up his lid and beginning to sort through the papers.

Time slowly slipped by for the three of you as you indulge yourselves in the papers. Sam stood at a row of books and Dean went through a couple of files. Meanwhile, you were trying your hardest to keep your eyes open so that this job could go by faster. If there was one thing you didn’t miss about college- it was the constant studying, and all of the reading your professors had you do. You shouldn’t have stayed there, you almost regretted it with the knowledge of what your life is like now.

Your eyes had fluttered shut for a few moments, but they were quick to open back up again when Dean threw a file to the table and sighed to himself, startling you in the process.

"Hey, check this out." Sam spoke up after what seemed like an hour of silence between all of you. Both you and Dean got up from your seats to see what he had found. "1862- A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. He was so angry over the red-light district in town that one night he killed thirteen prostitutes." Sam pointed to another piece of paper that he had found, reading the information. "Some of the deceased were found in their beds, sheets soaked with blood, other suspended upside down from limbs of trees as a warning against the sins of the flesh. "

Dean pulled out another piece of paper that was tucked underneath another one. Your eyes landed on what was a drawing of a prosthetic arm. "Get this- the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook."

Sam leaned down, scoffing at the location. He looked up at the two of you and nodded down. "Look where all this happened."

Dean looked down. "Nine mile road."

"Same place where the frat boy was killed." Sam said.

You looked down at the paper and glanced up at Sam with a smile. "Nice job, Dr. Venkman. Let's check it out." Sam scoffed, hiding a smile as he closed the case files and packed them up.

~~~

It was night by the time the three of you pulled up to Nine Mile Road, which was as creepy as it sounded. You stepped outside of the car and walked over towards the trunk as Dean opened it up, looking around before giving Sam a shotgun.

"Here you go." Dean said, still leaning down to grab something.

"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good." Sam commented, lifting up the gun so he could inspect it a bit further.

"Yeah, rock salt." Dean stood up straight and gave Sam a few bullets so he could load them into the gun.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Hmm. Salt being a spirit deterrent. Smart."

Dean grabbed some rope and handed you a flashlight, "Yeah." He closed the trunk and began walking "It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down."

Sam cocked the gun back and began to follow behind his brother. "That's pretty good. You and Dad think of this?"

"I told you, you don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius." Dean remarked, you scoffed and followed behind the boys. Suddenly you heard the sound of branches breaking. Sam brought the gun up and began to look around the place. "Over there, over there." Dean whispered, subtly pointing across the spot where all of you were standing.

You stepped behind Sam, finding yourself clutching onto the back of his jacket in fear from what might be lurking around in the trees. It was all silent for a few moments, and the younger Winchester still stood with his finger on the trigger as he waited for what you thought was the Hook Man to come out. But it wasn't what you expected when you saw another gun and someone shouting orders.

"Put the gun down! Now!" An officer shouted, walking further into the opening. You jumped as you raised your hands and slowly dropped to your knees. "Hands behind your head!"

"Wait, wait, wait! Okay, okay." Dean panicked, dropping the rope to the ground and doing what he was told along with you and Sam.

"Get down on your knees! Come on, do it! On your knees." The officer commanded. All three of you knelt down on the ground with your hands above your head. "Get down on your bellies. Come on, do it."

You sighed to yourself as you laid down on the ground as you were told. "He had the gun." Dean muttered, quickly giving a dirty look at his brother.

~~~

You stepped outside of the police station into the morning daylight, a glare was spread across Sam's face as you followed behind Dean, who was in a good mood for being able to get us all out of there. Of course, it didn't happen without making Sam look like a fool.

"I saved your ass." The older Winchester reminded Sam again as the brothers both caught up to walk with you down the street. "I talked the sheriff down into a fine, dude. I'm Matlock."

"But, how?" Sam questioned.

"Told him you were a dumb ass pledge and that we were hazing you." Dean explained.

"But, what about the shotgun?" Sam asked, raising his brow.

"I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt." Dean said in a sarcastic tone. "You know, typical Hell Week prank."

"And he believed you?" Your voice was lined with shock.

"Well, he looks like a dumb-ass pledge, doesn't he?" Dean asked in a sarcastic tone. Knowing he was talking about Sam, you rolled your eyes. You didn’t have a sibling, but you were glad about it. Now with knowing how much they pick on each other.

When the three of you got up to the Impala, you wrapped your fingers around the door handle to the backseat. But before you could even get the chance to open it, you glanced behind you to see several police officers rushing out of the building to jump into their cop cars and turned on their sirens. Seconds later they were gone. You all looked at one another with curiosity, before getting yourselves into the Impala.

~~~

You all followed the police to a sorority home. You looked out your window to see a handful of officers walking around the place to see if they could find the suspect that seemed to have murdered one of the girls living inside of the home. And a few of them stepped inside to attend to the body.. As you observed the place, your eyes landed on Lori, who was sitting in the back of the ambulance. When she caught sight of the three of you, Dean continued driving to make it seem like you were just passing through the neighborhood, but slowing down to see what the commotion was about.

Little did she know, the Impala was pulling behind the house a couple minutes later.

Dean cut the engine after he parked next to the sidewalk, right behind a fire hydrant. You stepped out of the car and did your best to be quiet as you shut the door. You and Sam stood watch while Dean headed up to the small hill that the house stood on. You watched from the corner of your eye as he approached closer, you turned around and followed behind.

You squeezed behind a line of bushes and past a garage, sneaking into the back of the line behind Dean and Sam. "Why would the Hookman have come here?" Sam whispered. "This is a long way from nine mile road."

"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's about something else." Dean theorized.

Your eyes landed on two girls dressed in pajamas that stepped outside to see what was going on. You all jumped back to the house and tried to keep quiet from anyone seeing you. Curiously, you looked up to see a window above you and you tapped Sam on the shoulder, pointing up. He nodded his head, getting what you were thinking.

You climbed up to the top with the help of the younger Winchester, looking down at the crowd below when you saw Sam and Dean make it to the top of the balcony. Sam walked over to the window and quietly opened it, before slipping himself inside. Dean looked around before following his little brother, but he had a bit more trouble.

"Try and be quiet, will you?" Sam hissed.

"Me be quiet? You be quiet." Dean argued.

You rolled your eyes and sighed to yourself, before slipping yourself inside the window and managing to get in there without making much noise. You quietly closed the window behind you and walked up to the boys. Looking through the crack in the closet, You saw an officer walk around the bedroom before heading out into the hall. Sam pushed the door open, letting it creak before hiding once more just in case the officer heard the noise, but he didn't.

You stepped out into the bedroom and looked around to see that there was a bed that was taped off. The covers were soaked in blood as yellow markings were put on certain places. But your eyes trailed up to the wall that was right across from the bed to see something was carved into it as blood oozed from it.

"'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' That's right out of the legend." Sam said, reading what was sketched on the wall.

"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man, all right." Dean said. "It's definitely a spirit." He said, tapping his nose. You sniffed the air a few times, before your nose scrunched up.

"I've never smelt ozone this strong before." Sam commented, glancing around the bedroom.

As Dean headed over to the window to see the commotion going down below, you glanced down to see a symbol was carved right below the writing. "Hey, come here." You said to Dean after you tapped Sam on the shoulder as you pointed to the drawing. "Does that look familiar to you?" The brothers nodded their head.

~~~

"It's the same symbol." Sam said, holding the photocopy of the information you had found at the library. You all leaned on the hood of the Impala as you observed the paper. "Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns."

"Let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn his bones, and put him down." Dean suggested.

"'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an old North Cemetery in an unmarked grave.'" Sam read, slapping the paper.

"Super." Dean muttered, getting off the car and heading to the driver's side of the car.

"Okay, so we know it's Jacob Karns, but we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why." Sam said, leaning on top of the roof as he watched his brother pluck off a ticket from the windshield wiper.

"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your friend Lori has something to do with this." Dean suggested, heading back into the car. You followed behind, wondering what he was getting at.

~~~

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