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SPN x Oracle!Reader - Strange Beginnings - Chapter 2

((Whooo this took a while to write hehe... one more before the split, so hang on!~))

The next day dawned uneventfully, with the usual argument between Cas and Dean over sleeping, and lots of coffee.
"Hey, Sammy? We gonna check out that fortune teller's place today? I mean, I know it's a tourist trap but she could have some more info..."
"You just want to go back so you can flirt with ((Y/N)), Dean, admit it."
"Wha-- No!"
"You do Dean. It is exceedingly obvious, even to me." The angel said, ending the argument as Sam laughed. Dean grumbled. "Look, all I'm saying is that she's a fortune teller, right? She might be the real deal, she might not, so there's no harm in trying." The elder Winchester sighed, and Sam nodded. "Then let's go!"
"What?"
"You think she might be able to help, and I agree. So let's go!" Sam said again, standing up and grabbing a rucksack with his laptop, some food and his gun as Dean did the same.

A few minutes later, the three were stood outside "((Y/N))'s Fortune Emporium". As they entered, a small bell chimed as the door swung shut. The place was a lot cleaner then the night before. There was a small table draped in a purple cloth with a pot of tea and four cups surrounding it in the middle, and a few normal playing cards stacked beside them. The candles in the holders were once again lit, and an array of books lined one wall. ((Y/N)) stepped out of a little beaded curtain at the door, wearing the same ((S/F/C)) dress as the night they had met.

"Ah! Sam, Dean and Cas, right?" She smiled widely at the three and Sam nodded.
"We came to.. formally apologise for last night." Cas said, bowing his head in apology.
"Ah, forgive and forget. Believe me, I've had a lot worse people barge in before." The fortune teller beamed again, gesturing for them to sit down around the table.
"Actually, about last night... I asked Frank this morning and he said that Fluffy had been locked up all night, so she couldn't have gotten out." ((Y/N)) said sceptically, pouring tea into each cup. The boys drank, then Sam spoke. "Actually... ((Y/N)) we kinda need to tell you something."
Dean elbowed his brother, yet Sam continued. "Let me guess. Monsters, Vampires, the things that go bump in the night are real." ((Y/N)) sighed, crossing her arms. "Wait what?! You know?!"
"How?"
"Could you please explain why you know this?" Castiel asked, the voice of reason amidst the chaos. "I mean, come on. They're not exactly incognito. Plus the last guy who lived next door before Frank just disappeared. Not a trace left. I guessed something was up, so I went to check in the nearby woods and all that was left of him was... was a pile of skin." She shuddered, and sipped her tea again. "Like I said, skinwalkers!" Sam said triumphantly. "Sam, please. You're scaring her." Cas said, putting a hand on the younger Winchester's shoulder. "((Y/N)), are there any books here on the paranormal side of things?" The angel asked, standing up to look at the shelves heaving with books. "Yeah. Yeah, about half of them. Have a root around if you want." The ((h/c)) girl said, smiling weakly, and collected the empty tea cups. She studied the leaves. Hardship and love in all of them? That was rare. Shrugging inwardly, ((Y/N)) put away the tea set and sat down again, a pack of tarot cards in hand.

Sam and Cas combed the shelves, searching for anything on skinwalkers and who or what might help them. Dean however, stayed seated, and stared at the tarot cards that ((Y/N)) was shuffling. "What are those?" He asked, as the fortune teller placed a crystal on the stack of cards. "Hmm? Oh, these are tarot cards. They fortune tell, but I don't use them that often because of the fact that they're mainly a bunch of mumbo jumbo." ((Y/N)) said, placing them into an ornate box and locking it. "Crystal ball?"
"Yup. Also mumbo jumbo but works better then the cards."
"If everything is mumbo jumbo then why do you do it?" Dean asked, tapping his fingers on the table.
"Because it's the only thing I know how to do that can get me enough money to live." ((Y/N)) snapped, then sat down abruptly. "Dean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just... I just have a lot on my mind."
"Hey, no one's perfect. Believe me." The elder Winchester smiled, and got up.

After a few minutes of searching, ((Y/N)) gasped in pain and clutched her head. An image formed behind her eyes, so she closed them and immediately opened them again. "Don't do this guys, please!" She yelled, running towards the three men.
"Huh? ((Y/N)), what's wrong with you?" Sam asked, holding her shoulders.
"I-- I saw something terrible. It's been happening a lot lately but never as vivid as this..." the ((h/c)) said running a hand through her hair, as if to check it was still there. "What do you mean?" Sam asked again, and sat her down on one of the chairs around the table. "Every so often I get these strange dreams, uh, visions almost. Like I'm telling the future but solely in my head. And they all come true on some way. That's what I'm scared about." She said worriedly, twisting the ornate silver ring on her ((Left/Right)) hand. "Would it be okay for you to recount what this vision was about?" Cas asked, placing a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it slightly. "Sure... ok, so there's this dark space. That's the one thing about my visions by the way, I never see places unless they're important. There's this dark space, and I'm tied to something but I can't see what... and there's a woman. I can't see her face but she's muttering something. Then two of you burst in, and start fighting... yourselves? And the other one rushes the lady and frees me then... then one of you..." ((Y/N)) recounted, her eyes shut, and began to sob. "One of you gets stabbed."

After the initial shock had leeched in, the boys decided. Whilst they were still in town, they'd protect ((Y/N)), figure out what was behind the Skinwalker attacks and also find out why their friend was getting these prophecies. They searched high and low, yet noting was immediately jumping out at them.

Sighing, Sam flopped down on his bed, splayed out across the covers. A small lead was found, that witches or warlocks might use skinwalkers for their spells or other means, but they couldn't figure out why the witch they had heard was talking to them, or who the girl she wanted. A knock was heard at the door. Sam opened it, and smiled as ((Y/N)), Dean and Cas came in with takeout. A few minutes later the four were sitting on the floor, digging in to a mix of Sushi and Indian, with Cas being egged on by Dean to try Wasabi and burning his mouth off, Dean being challenged by ((Y/N)) to dip everything in soy sauce with mixed results, Sam and ((Y/N)) talking about the strangest supernatural ((haha!)) things they had seen, ((Y/N)) screaming after finding out Castiel was an angel via seeing him disappear to get more food and Dean trying to burp AC/DC's Highway to Hell.

Once ((Y/N)) had left, she began the long walk back to her shop and apartment in the cool night. A light drizzle had started, dispelling the past days of heat, and she turned her face towards the sky to relish the falling rain. Continuing her walk, she heard someone walking behind her, yet thought nothing of it, walking on. Suddenly, a black shape darted out of a nearby alley and pinned her to the ground. As her head made contact with the slick pavement, her vision became black and fuzzy. As the darkness swallowed her whole, she had one thought. The vision...