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SPN X Oracle!Reader - Strange Beginnings ((Pick your Path!)) -Chapter 1

((Ok! Hi! So I had a little idea for something like this a while back, but never actually did it, so here it is! Basically how it'll go is there'll be 2-3 chapters of just SPN x Reader, then I'll publish all three path splits (one for Dean, Sam and Cas) on the same day and make them all around the same length. Anyway, enjoy!))


It was a steamy afternoon when the Winchesters arrived in Fallon Hills, a small town just off the side of Colorado and as the brothers drove through the town, they could see it was the perfect place for some sort of attack.

Fallon Hills itself was actually a pretty quaint town, with lots of little stores and houses, a bakery, and a decently priced hotel for once! There were a few other shops around, but the duo figured they should explore later.

Entering the hotel's lobby, Sam decided that he should pay for once and his brother should get the gear from the car.

"Afternoon, can I help you?" The receptionist's chirpy voice cut through his train of thought, and Sam set about getting a room for three nights whilst his elder brother lugged two suitcases inside. "I'm sorry sir, but your room isn't going to be ready for an hour..." the lady behind the desk said sorrowfully, like she actually cared, when Dean cut her off. "That's ok. We can just do a bit of exploring, eh?" The younger Winchester nodded. "Thank you!"

Fallon Hills was slightly bigger then the Winchesters had actually perceived it to be. There was a large library, two bakeries (which Dean instantly remembered the names of, mainly because they had pie), a huge residential area, a diner and some shady looking warehouses along the outskirts.
"Man, this place is kinda freaking me out. It's too perfect." Dean worried, running his hand through his hair. The brothers were outside the hotel, and the eldest Winchester was leaning against the side of the Impala. "Wasn't there supposed to be a case here or something?"
"Well that's the thing. There's obviously something paranormal going on, but I don't know what!" Sam said, getting frustrated. He had tracked whatever it was to here, but hadn't gotten any further. A small rustling of feathers could be heard, and a small voice was heard, making both brothers jump. "Hello Sam. Hello Dean."
"JESUS F#%€$¥* CHRIST CAS!" Dean yelled, then walked over and patted the angel on the back. "How've you been?" "Yeah, Cas, we haven't seen you for ages!" Sam added, joining his brother who was giving his friend a hug. "I think how I can describe it by not taking millions of years is... Angel Stuff." The brunet said seriously, and the brothers laughed. "Well, its good to have you back. Anyway, we need you to whoosh into the room we're staying in, cause we kinda only booked for us two." Dean laughed again, then saluted goodbye.

Later, the three of them were in the room when Dean got off of his bed, bored with the hunt not getting anywhere. "Welp, I'm bored outta my mind. I'm gonna go see if there's a bar anywhere around here."
"I'll call if I find something."
"You do that Sammy."

The bar was a nice place in general, but nothing out of the ordinary. Dean had only had two beers and already had girls hanging off of his arm on both sides. One of them, his drunk brain dimly remembered her name was Clarisse, was being especially frisky, trying to fish for compliments and getting them. Soon after, most of the other girls had gone, leaving just him and Clarisse. She smiled over her drink at him. "So... honey... what exactly are you here for? Apart from a drink that is..." She asked smoothly, her voice pure melted chocolate. Now, even though Dean was drunk as drunk can be, he did have some small part of his brain still fully functioning, so he said in reply: "Break from a hunting trip with my brother." He didn't say what they were hunting for though. He never did.

After another interrogation, the two bid each other goodnight and Cas ended up picking up his friend. Dean stumbled back into the room with the angel on his heels and landed face down on his bed, beginning to snore. Sam chuckled. At times like these, he felt that he was the older one. "Hey Cas, come look at this..." he muttered slightly, pointing to an article on the screen. "What is it?"
"There are reports around this area of people just disappearing all together, then turning up a few weeks later seemingly ok. Then, by the end of the week, the whole family is dead. Now what do those sound like to you?" Sam asked, arching an eyebrow. "Skinwalkers?" "Exactly. Thing is though, they're not smart enough on their own just to do something as big as this, so they must have someone or something helping them out. But what?!" Sam worried again.
"Sam. Get some rest. I will watch over you two and see if I can figure out anything myself." Cas said reassuringly, attempting to pat Sam on the back. "Heh. Thanks man. Night!"

The next morning, Sam and Cas explained what they had found out to a very hung over Dean, and wandered around a bit more. The team decided that that night they'd check out one of the warehouses and see what they could find.

The following day stretched slowly, with all three of them bent over books in the local library trying to find out more about the thing that was helping the Skinwalkers. Unfortunately they had no luck. Nothing. It was as if someone had disappeared all the needed books that might have been remotely helpful. Exiting in worse spirits then they had arrived in, the trio went to the warehouses, fully armed as a precaution. They entered the first and found nothing, but the second was more interesting.

The warehouse was pitch black, so the boys lit up torches, the small flares of light illuminating the walls and ground. Sam tripped over a small box, creating a sound that would have been ok in daylight but at night made all three stop and whisper yell at each other.

Three voices were heard. "We need more..." a hissing voice issued from the blackness. "I've given you more you worthless rat, I just. Want. The girl. And when I ask for her all you bring me is another lifeless corpse. So listen to me. I want her alive. Not maimed, not bruised, not dead, ALIVE. Got it?!" A woman's voice yelled at the first, slightly familiar to Dean. "Yes, mistress." A third voice said, similar yet different to the first. Then, because he couldn't keep still for more then one second, Castiel knocked something over, creating a huge crash and bang. "Dude!" Dean whisper yelled, and the woman's voice echoed again. "Someone is here. AFTER THEM!"

Understandably, the boys legged it. Two black shapes followed them through the streets, until they took a sharp right straight through the door of the nearest open shop. The room they had entered was a dark shade of ((f/c)) with crystal balls, candles and tarot cards scattered everywhere. "What do you think you're doing?!" Another woman's voice yelled at the three, and a ((height)), ((h/l)) ((h/c)) woman stepped out into the golden light cast by the candles. "Um... ah... uh..." Sam stuttered, trying to form a reasonable excuse. The woman arched an eyebrow. "We were being chased. By a dog." Cas saved him, looking at Dean to back him up. Which he didn't. He was too busy staring at the lady before him's hips. "What? Oh yeah. Huge Doberman. Very intimidating." Dean said, stretching his hands out to show how big the dog was. "Ugh. Frank needs to get Fluffy on a leash at night. She was probably chasing you because she didn't recognise you." The woman said, annoyed. "Wait... Fluffy?!" Sam asked, incredulous. "Yeah. She's a big softie if you know her. Anyway, what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!"
"If it's the middle of the night then why are you open?" Cas asked, tipping his head slightly to the side. "I'm a fortune teller. I work best at night." The woman said, smoothing down her ((S/F/C)) dress and tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "I'm ((Y/N)) by the way. And you are?"
"Dean Winchester. This is my brother, Sam, and our... travelling companion, Castiel Novak." Dean introduced, and he and ((Y/N)) shook hands. "Well then, Dean, it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you care for some tea?" She asked, smiling. "Um, actually, we'd better head back to our hotel room. But do you mind if we stop back tomorrow at some point?" Sam asked, smiling. "Not at all! It's nice to have visitors once in a while." ((Y/N)) returned his smile, and the trio of men nodded. "Well, good night!" "You too!" She waved as the three exited the shop and looked around to see if the things that were chasing them were still there. Satisfied, Team Free Will walked down the deserted street together back to the hotel.
"Well, there was one good thing that came from that..."
"The fact that we know that there are three people behind this?"
"No, Sammy. It was that that fortune teller chick was hot!"