The Mark Has Its Ways
Author: Gwyn Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence
You fiddled the wrap which was tightly bound to your head, it had just been on there for five minutes, but it was already covered in blood. You sighed as the impala came to a stop in front of the bunker you knew so well. You threw a side glance at Sam, who was putting the car into park, then threw open the door next to you. Sam got out soon after you, and walked up to you.
He put a caring hand on your head, and said. “You’re gonna need to change that again, its already extremely bloody.” He was inspecting your forehead but he look had to look down at you.
You slapped his hand away, annoyed. “Really? It’s bloody? I had no idea, thanks Sam.” you said sarcastically, glaring back up at him. “Also, I feel like you should let Dean hunt, keeping him cooped up in there isn’t gonna help him in the slightest.“
Sam sighed, buried face in his hands, and then looked back at you. “Look, you know I want Dean to get better, more then anyone, but honestly after the incident on that vampire hunt, I think he need a break. You know how on that hunt he-.”
You cut him off. “Yeah, I know, he lost it on a hunt, I know, I was there, if you don’t remember.” you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of you, trying to pull a sassy face. But at the sight of Sam raising an eye brow at you and smirking, you couldn’t help but laugh.
“You know Deans gonna kill you.” You said, returning the smirk.
Sam immediately lost the colorful look on his face and it was replaced by a mixture of fear, anger, and concern, “What do you mean?! He wouldn’t! I wouldn’t let him. I trust him! Why you say that?!” He was talking fast at staring directly at you with his hands on your shoulders.
He chuckled, “Relax, you big idiot, I’’m just saying you should at the back of the Impala.” He removed his from your shoulders at shifted his glance to the back of the car. This light was smashed, the frame was bend out of shape, and the Trunk was open almost open. You had noticed much earlier, but Sam didn’t look. “Don’t worry about it Sam, I’m in this load of crap with you.”
“We are so, screwed.” Sam said in a sing-song voice, smiling slightly, “But I guess if I’m gonna be chewed out, at least your coming with me.“
“Thanks.” you said, looking offended, but your face betrayed you and slipped into a smile. Sam chuckled, grabbed your face, and kissed you. You and Sam have been dating for quite a while now, you thought about how ironic it was that, years ago, you were hunting Sam. But who could blame you? He was tripping on demon blood and the angels practically forced you to go after him. Hell, even Cas told- no, ordered you to kill him.
“Oh, get a room you two.” It was Dean, who, whenever you and Sam were kissing, made a snarky comment. You pulled away from Sam put did not let go of him, and looked sideways at Dean. “You don’t have to look at me like that Y/N, you’d think I just shot somebody.“
"I’m gonna shoot you if you keep making those snaky comments.” You said as you let go of Sam and glared at Dean. Sam flashed Dean a toothy grin and walked towards the bunker.
“Whats wrong Sammy, can’t handle a little-” Dean Stopped abruptly. staring past you, his face was getting redder and redder with rage, where this rage came from, you had no idea.
“WHAT THE HELL!” He charged past you to the direction he was staring, and with a blow, you noticed he was staring at the banged up car. He started touch the bent frame “ WHAT DID YOU DO TO BABY.”
“Look Dean were sorry, we don’t even really know how it happened.” You wanted to continue, but from the look of rage on Dean’s face you decided it was best to leave him alone for now. You motioned to Sam that you two should run to the bunker, He nodded, threw the door open, and charged inside, leaving it open for you. You turned back to Dean and said “Sorry dude.” Then charged into the door, Sam shut it behind you, and you ran down the hallway to the bedroom that your shared, laughing at yourselves.
You reached your door and flung yourself inside quickly followed by Sam. you both broke into fits of laughter after Sam shut the door.
“I"m gonna go take a shower.” You said after your laughter had subsided. He simply nodded and grabbed his laptop. You smirked “Don’t go on pornhub while I’m showering."
He laughed, "Just go take your shower he said throwing a ball at you.
"You’re quite violent” You said joking while you were walking into the bathroom.
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You dried your wet hair with a towel, but it was to no avail, a damp towel wasn’t going to help in any case. you shrugged and pushed the bathroom door open. Sam was sitting on the bad in his PJ’s with a book in his hand.
“Did you fall asleep in the shower?” he asked, laughing slightly. You threw the wet towel at him at plopped down onto the bed next to him.
“The blood was practically dry, it was hard to get out of my hair, Though you know the troubles of long hair, don’t you Rapunzel.” you said, glancing at Sam as he chuckled.“I’m tired, Sam, sleep sounds blissful right now.” You yawned and pulled covers up to your shoulders. You closed your eyes and felt Sam pull you up to his chest. You felt his warm body, and wished you could stay in this position forever.
Sam, kissed you on the head, and fell asleep to the steady beating of his heart.
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You awoke to a loud crash that made you launch up from the bed. You felt around the other side of the bed for Sam, nothing.
“Sam?” You called out in the darkness of your bedroom. You looked around waiting for your eyes to get used to the darkness.“Sam where are you?” nothing. You grabbed the alarm clock on the side table next to the bed. 3:46. What would he be doing up this late?
Another crash startled you enough to make you drop the alarm clock. “Crap.” you whispered into the darkness. You grabbed the clock, broken. You sighed and sat back on the bed. you didn’t know what was happening, but it was almost four in the morning, you were to tired for this shit. You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep.
“DEAN!” It was Sam’s voice, followed by a groan. you shot your eye lids open. You knew what it sounded like when Sam was in pain, from from all the times you had to save his ass. you flung your legs off the bed and grabbed a gun from the table on your way out of the room.
You shot down the hallway like a bullet, the sounds of Sam’s groaning became louder and louder. The louder it got, the more antagonizing it got.Eventually you looked around you instead of zoning out, and noticed noticed that the walls were destroyed. and not sledgehammer destroyed, the were human sized holes in the walls, and where their weren’t holes, there was blood. Lots of blood.
You heard Sam cry out in pain an turned the corner, you were almost there. it was just a turn away, you knew where he was. You had no idea what was happening but you rushed down the hallway and reached the main room.
Sam was lying under broken pieces of wall, and Dean was standing across the room from him with his back to you.
“SAM!” You ran to him, and checked for a pulse. it was there. he was still here. “Wh-what happened?!” you asked him urgently.
Sam opened his eyes to look at you, and mouthed ‘Run’. you gave him a confused look. Sam seemed to have lost an energy he had left and slipped into an unconscious state. “What happened to him Dean?” You stood up. Ready to go get a med kit. “What attacked him?” you asked Dean.
“Take a guess Y/N.” He responded in a condescending tone.
You turned around to look at Dean and staggered backwards at the site of him. He was covered in blood, Sam's blood. the first blade was clasped tightly in his right hand, and his eyes. His eyes were solid black.
“D-Dean, what happened to you?!”
“Don’t you get it Y/N?” He threw a toothy grin a you. “I’M A DEMON AGAIN, BITCH.”
“B-but how? We fixed you! We saved you.”
“Not well enough, though I never thought that the fact that my car was messed up would make me turn back into a demon.” Dean said.
“Th-the car did THAT.” Dean simply smirked at you face of disbelief.
“YOU WERE NORMAL, WE SAVED YOU!"
"Far from it, Y/N” Dean rushed at you and you threw a punch at his stomach. It hit, pretty hard, but Dean was unfazed, “You really think a punch was gonna even tickle me? DEMON ME IS BACK BITCH.”
He threw you against the bookshelves, your head hit, HARD. you could feel yourself slipping into unconscious just like Sam. Dean smiled down at your limp body and made more books fall on you, winding you. Dean smirked at you, while you were gasping for breath. He grabbed Sam threw him over his shoulder, and began to walk out.
“SAM!” You shouted as loud as you could, which was little more than a whisper. “SAMMY! SAM!” The last thing you saw before you fell unconscious was Dean closing the bunker door behind him.
Authors note: Honestly, I don’t think I’m a very good writer, but I’m very proud of this. I know its not amazing, but it’s a start. I have a lot more Ideas for this, but I don’t know if anyone will even like it.
Please tell me if you would like me to continue.