Epiphany 4
read first ACT 1
EDIT: @waywardbaby
Summary: Less than two years later, you finally passed the men of letters’ initiation and, finally, you now set foot in America eager to be reunited with the Winchesters. But if Dean thought that you spent your days only with your nose in books and hands in monster’s guts, he was dead wrong. Your mission? Something that the British branch tried and failed miserably, or at least that’s what they told you anyway.
Pairing: Dean X Reader
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack
Warnings: slow burn guys…slow burn. Also, some fluff, humor, feels and angst
Legs starting to give in.
Chest burning with every ragged breath you took.
Blood pumping and buzzing in your ears.
Everything was moving in slow-motion. Finally, you reached the doors of the barn, you and your team slamming against them. They gave in easily but no one was prepared for the scene that was transpiring in front of your eyes. Tony was hanging from his wrists, bloody and unconscious, the glowing blue son of a bitch still feeding on him. You shuddered and bit down a whimper. While the other two took charge, you stayed behind, gun pointed, hands shaking.
This was not your first hunt but it was the first where you had to use a weapon and the first where one of your team’s members had been captured. You watched helplessly as the djinn struck down your colleagues and that was your cue. You raised the gun and fired.
One, two, three shots.
You missed the head all three times.
The Djinn laughed sickly and moved towards you, hand on your neck, slamming you back against the wall, the smell of Toni’s blood and of the straw all around you, assaulting your nose, sharply. The guns slipped from your sweaty grasp and your breath hitched in your throat when the thing brought its face up to yours. As its cold breath spread on your skin, you had time to see the others wasting no time getting Tony free.
The Djinn followed your gaze…
“Wait…!”
You quickly turned its attention back to you, buying them time.
“How about a deal, yeah?” You nodded slightly at your colleagues who nodded back and shifted toward the exit, “…my friend is a bit battered, huh? I’m fresh…just had a nice meal and I’m sure you can smell me.”
The tattooed, glowing monster looked at you interested and took a long sniff, slowly dragging its nose along the nape of your neck. And fuck, that was gross.
“Listen…how about I take his place?”
You watched as your friends looked at you one last time before running out. “I mean, I know what you do, staying in a dream-like state in a beautiful fantasy sounds awesome. I’m tired of all of this, anyway” you said, trying to gesture with your arms.
The creature looked at you suspiciously. “Your friends are gone and they left you here.”
“Yeah …I know…some friends right? And now you have no midnight snack …so, deal?”
The Djinn smiled viciously and pinned your hands over your head, licking your neck up to your ear. Yeah, scratch the previous notion. This was way worse, you thought, biting down a sound of disgust.
“Yeah…” it said purring “... you could work too,” he said tossing you on a pile of hay. Your stomach dropped.
Shit! Hell no!
You tried in vain to retrieve the knife you had hidden in your boot but the monster was faster and your arms were squeezed into a steady hold. You froze, a chilling wave of fear running inside you as your mind prepared to go to its happy place, and you could already see green eyes looking at you softly.
“Oh, don’t worry...” the djinn snarled, almost offended,“... I’m not going to lower myself like you humans do. Your disgusting bodies mean nothing to me. I just prefer…” it continued, dragging you by your wrist and hauling you up in Tony’s place, your body dangling a few inches off the ground “…my meal spicy. You see…. you humans have these little things called pheromones rushing in your blood when I craft a special kind of dream” he purred, lips sliding in the inside of your thigh, “... and they are just delightful”.
You squirmed again in repulsion. “Don’t worry, I’ve read your mind. You’ll love what I’ll create for you” and before you could feel the intense pain running down the inside of your thigh, you lost consciousness.
You re-opened your eyes, feeling drowsy, warm and snuggled. Stirring to stretch your limbs, you heard a muffled groan.
Oh god!
You tensed again and that caused another moan near your ear. Looking down you saw two muscular arms, clad in plaid, wrapped around you. Your legs were trapped and you tried to untangle them but the movement made your lower body rub against the warm one behind you. The body stirred, and you stopped breathing when an arm slid down and sneaked under your sweater grazing your skin. A big, warm, calloused hand drawing circles on your ribs. You whimpered as you registered ahead buried deep in your hair, soft warm whispers of breath brushing on your skin. The head nestled into your back, something hot and hard pressing into you, a leg brushing between yours, rubbing just in the right place and in the right angle. Your body arching into the touch without even a second thought.
You heard a groan and your eyes widened. Dean?
His breathing was shallow and regular. He was still sleeping. Was he…dreaming… about you? What was that?...a dream…? But it felt too good. Too real. You gradually wriggled around, turning to face him. And boy, was that a vision.
Wait..why is this so familiar?
His hair was messy, sticking up all over the place, nose almost squashed in the pillow and his mouth slightly open. Golden sunlight danced on his skin, and you knew how warm it was, feeling his hands on you. Eyelids fluttering and lashes grazing his cheeks. You could count all his freckles and lines, the temptation to trace them making you bite your lips.
The deja vu feeling settling in your heart, making you feel calm. Relaxed. You knew how this was going to go down and you were more than fine with it.
Gently brushing his eyebrow with your fingertips, you softly drove them through his hair. He exhaled and nuzzled his face deeper into the pillow, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
A smile threatened to break your own face and something pulled at your heart. In spite of everything else, you felt so comfortable that you thought you could easily let him smother you, right here and right now, falling asleep again.
Maybe …
No, you sighed.
With regret, you removed your hand, his face frowning at the loss, an emotion that intensified when you slowly traced his eyelashes with your finger. His eyes twitched, fast, under the eyelids. You felt him awakening. He started moving his hand away, but it was too slow and in the wrong direction. It moved to the side instead and when his rough palm grazed against your nipple, the feeling aroused a stifled moan, your body, once again, arching involuntarily into his touch. You opened your eyes and looked into his.
“‘Morning” he beamed brightly at you and brought down his face to kiss you.
Your eyes widened, shocked.
Wait! This… this was different.
It was not what you remembered, but you responded enthusiastically, your entire body pressing against his.
“Hey…someone’s feeling frisky this morning huh?” he nuzzled your nose with his, chuckling low, as he embraced you, grazing your jaw with his lips, placing an open wet kiss in that perfect spot on your neck and you moaned clutching his- there was no shirt, his chest was bare.
Yes! Definitely different!
Actually ….he was completely naked. You pushed against him to look down at yourself.
“Why are you naked? Why am I naked? ”
“…so we don’t lose time in the morning to get out of our clothes,” he said hungrily, covering you with his perfect and very naked body.
What the fuck was happening?
“Wait …wait…shouldn’t we be looking for your brother?...and I have to go to school”
He looked up at you, stopping what he was doing, which was unfortunate because it was something spectacular.
“Gross, keep my brother out of our bed, and school...? Are you still sleeping?” his voice purred again before you could say anything, his head disappeared under the sheets and whatever you were going to say was quickly forgotten.
“Y/N?” Sam’s hand waved in front of your face and you blinked. “You okay? We lost you there for a bit”
“Err...sorry, where was I?” you asked, shaking your head
“You were telling us how you stupidly offered yourself as a Djin's midnight snack, zoned off right after that” Dean said, harshly.
“Ah…uhm…yes, anyway. That’s where I got the scar...” you let the phrase float there not really wanting to continue it. You saw the gears moving in Dean’s head and when it clicked, the look on his face made your blood freeze. Sam saw it too.
“Dean?”
Dean’s stare was hard, jaw clenched. “She has a scar on the inside of her thigh,” he said without moving his eyes from yours and you wanted to look somewhere else so freaking bad. Sam’s brain got to the same conclusion as his brother’s and he almost looked at you in the same way.
“Did -” he started gently, “Did the Djinn…?”
“NO!” you quickly said, raising your voice. “No…God, no. I - I thought it would but, no, never did.” They relaxed a bit. “The feeding scar is there because…” you blushed deeply “…because it liked the ...um, the blood...spiced up”
Sam’s eyebrows shot up and he cleared his throat “...Oh..!”
Dean looked at his brother.
“What…?” Sam looked at him and then at you, looking anywhere but at them. “WHAT?” Dean repeated, impatiently.
“Dean…I don’t thin-” Sam tried to be considerate.
“…Horny!... Dean…he wanted my blood filled with horny hormones, so it made sure it gave me plenty of ...fun.”
Covering half your red face with your hand, while Dean looked at you with his mouth open, you shot him a glare and he closed it. Clearing your throat you continued. “Um…ok, so I eventually realized that I was in the dream and knew what I needed to do, but waited so that the team would come back. I just lived the fantasy until I was free from it. And that’s why I don’t like to use guns when I need to be super accurate, ok?” you said in one breath.
“Still…Y/N, you need to learn,” Sam said concerned. “I… we… can help you. Dad taught us when we were just kids. We can teach you, too.”
“... I don’t know Sam…I like my crossbow…”
“If you want to hunt with us, you can’t always use that. When we go back to the bunker we are going straight to the shooting range” Dean interrupted you.
“Fine, “ you said crossing your arms and leaning back.
“Don’t expect too much, though. Just a heads up there for ya!”
After Sam announced that he was going to the bathroom and to order another round, Dean stayed silent, drinking, until he looked up, his brow furrowed.
“Wait ...how did you know it was a dream?”
Of course, Dean had to ask that! Of course!
“Because I knew,” you said trying to avoid to answer.
Dean smiled smugly. “What was your fantasy about?”
“A lot of ...stuff.”
“When did you realize?” he pressed.
“First day. The first day of the fantasy, which was probably faster in the real world.”
“How...?”
You blushed and rolling your eyes, “you really won’t stop annoying me about it, am I right?”
The stupid smile he had on his face gave you the answer. Well, what the hell? It’s not like you were a teenager anymore.
“I knew because your brother was missing…kidnapped by a witch…” you said slowly, watching as it dawned on him, “... and you didn’t want to get out of bed…and off of me…” you said hiding behind your empty bottle as you fake drank from it.
You saw him poorly hide a pleased smile and you felt your face be on fire. “And what were we doing, exactly?”
Oooh, you could just slap that smug face!
“Oh, I don’t know. What do you think?” you said, sarcastically.
“Was I good?” he said leaning in.
“...You were…very generous” you smiled anyway, remembering it.
Dean chuckled amused. “How much time passed before they rescued you?”
“Four or five days, I think. Probably a week or something” you shrugged.
Dean's face fell, “…you were that long in the Djinn’s fantasy?... How far you lived your dream?”
“Oh my God!! Are you, freaking, kidding me? Again?” you huffed, rolling out of bed, Dean snoring peacefully beside you. You padded across the room that looked bigger than usual. The cries grew louder and you hoped that Sam wouldn’t wake up too. “Yeah, yeah I’m coming. Which of you started it this time? Huh?” the cries muffled, hearing your voice. “I know it was you,” you said as you picked up the infant girl. “Such a fussy one, took it all after your father, you know?”
You balanced her on one arm and picked up the other who stopped crying the moment he was in your other arm. The girl tried to latch on you, “I’ve just fed you two hours ago! You are definitely Dean’s spawn.” You sighed, sitting down on the armchair.
“I heard that!” Dean’s sleepy voice came from the bed. You heard him shifting and his steps coming closer.
He stood in the doorway for a fraction of a second, his eyes glowing softly as he was taking in the image of his family. Realizing that you were trying to feed them, he left his spot and moving closer, bent down to kiss you.
“They have your attitude, though,” he said, taking them from you so you could bare your chest and placing them back in your arms but not before making stupid ass faces at them, earning a fit of little giggles.
“You can go back to sleep Dean, I got this.”
“If you can’t sleep, neither will I. We made these two troublemakers, we deal with them together,” he said massaging your shoulders from behind. Your eyes prickled watching him looking down at you and at them with such doting eyes, that you almost wished no one could come to your rescue. You hadn't even thought of this happening. Well, you had always wanted kids and that’s what the djinn gave you.
The sick motherfucker.
All of this could end at any given moment and you were exhausted trying not to get too involved. But…how could you not? You loved them. They were your babies, fake ones sure. Dean’s too and they were going to disappear…any minute, now. This Dean was going to disappear, too. You choked out a sob watching them yawning with their tiny, little mouths.
“...What happened, why are you crying?” he asked, turning to look at your face.
“ I’m…I’m just so happy.” you lied. He embraced you and you breathed him in deeply. He smelled like you remembered but at the same time something was different, and you used that to not forget that this was just a dream. His hands traveled down your body and cupped your ass, lifting you up, you locked your legs behind him as he walked back to the bed where you both fell, his hands already reaching to undo the buttons of your pajamas shirt, his mouth hot on your neck. You desperately reached to grab the string of his sweater pants, pulling him down and you gasped in his mouth when you felt how much he wanted you. This was all fake, but….you really didn’t care right now. Your hips grinding, him groaning, you grabbed his head and lifted it to your face, kissing him deeply and pressing yourself against him with need. His bottom lip caught between yours, thrusting his hips into yours low and hard you moaned letting him go to whisper in his ear, “Dean Winchester, fuck me right now and don’t be gentle about it “.
He looked at you, eyes darker than you have ever seen, he smiled, “what’s this all of sudden?” he said getting rid of his shirt and pants and fuck yeah that’s hot, “not that I’m complaining, but..” he chuckled when you squirmed to get out of your underwear, “just wanna make sure” he helped you with that, throwing the pants somewhere behind him,“everything’s ok down here ? I mean... don’t want to hurt you “ he said kissing your hip-bone and slowly moving down.
“Dean…” you growled grabbing him by his hair.
His little throaty laughter vibrated against your skin “As you wish ….”
“Y/N!”
Caught daydreaming again!! Damn it!!
“…what happened in the dream?” Dean asked, sounding troubled.
“Nothing much. Why?”
“….you look like you are about to cry…”
You lifted your hand to touch your face, and sure as hell, it was hot and fat tears threatened to fall.
“It’s ok really. Just got a little … carried away…” you said fiddling with your pendant.
“ …how long?”
“How long what?” Sam said putting down three new bottles between you two.
“How long, Y/N?!” Dean insisted.
Your eye twitched. Was it Dean’s mission to get under your skin? Because he, damn well sure was crawling under it real fast. Silently fighting with your eyes, you just knew that Dean wasn’t going to lose this one. Groaning, you arched your back on the chair before letting your head fall limp.
“Almost two years …” you murmured.
“Two freaking years?!” he said shocked. “How far?” he added without thinking. You looked at him with hollow eyes, then up at Sam, and back at Dean.
“Long enough for Sam to... um...to become Uncle Sam.”
Sam, who was still walking around the table to get to his chair, stumbled and kicked it. The noise of the furniture falling and rolling on the floor filled the heavy bubble of stunned silence around you. Your eyes steady on Dean, his face motionless, but his eyes…
God…! His eyes were screaming.
His hand gripped the bottle, knuckles whitening and suddenly you couldn’t breathe. “I- I need some air.”
You slowly rose from your seat and took a few steps back. Dean’s eyes didn’t follow you. They seemed fixed on where you were seated before. Sam tried to follow you but a flick of your hand stopped him. “I’m okay. I’ve dealt with it. Just…” you didn’t say anything else and went out.
The table was silent, Sam was nervously looking at Dean who was still frozen in his seat.
“Dean…maybe you shoul-”
“-aby..” he whispered. “A friggin’ baby,” he said louder and Sam winced. “She –” he had to stop to calm himself, his fist slowly closing over his mouth.
“She was lucky the blue asshole was a dumbass.”
He turned his eyes towards the door you had gone out through.
“Damn kid!” he whispered, scrambling to get up and following after you.
The chilled air of the night filled your lungs as you took long breaths, calming yourself down. It’s not like it was a fresh wound. In the beginning, it had been hard to come back to reality. You had to physically mourn what you had lost, even as fake as it had been, but you were ok now.
“Ouch!!”
You slammed into someone’s chest as you turned to go back inside.
“This is becoming a habit I don’t like,” you said rubbing your nose. You looked up and there was Dean. “Oh…um… hey!”
“Y/N ...” he began.
“Don’t! I’m ok! ” but you saw his expression. How he was trying to find the right thing to say and most obviously, failing.
“I am, really!”
So, he closed his mouth again, a fleeting shadow of pain registering in the green of his eyes. You didn't want this. It wasn't his fault. Laying a hand on his arm you tried to speak in a steady tone, “Ok, listen. I’ve dealt with it. It was difficult, nasty and rough and yes… I miss them, but that’s all they were…fake. And I’ve made peace with that. So let’s just drop this. You wanted to know about my scar, that’s the story. Now, can I just go back inside and drink my ass into oblivion? “.
His mouth opened and closed and then he babbled, “them?”
“…twins” you very quickly explained and grabbed his hand. “Come on, let's celebrate the hunt. Don’t forget, you have to buy me drinks” you said, glossing over his dumbstruck expression and dragging him inside. Sitting down, Sam had ordered something stronger, and if that ain’t the Winchester way… He looked at you and it was as if he said everything with his eyes and you smiled back.
“A - and then… I had this idea… listen to me! You remember the light bomb of those British idiots, yeah? Well, I put that idea into darts. From that, I just did the same thing with whatever” you snorted into your glass, which was depressingly empty again. You looked around squinting, eyeing Sam’s still full glass, “so now we have witch killing darts, angel darts, demon trap darts, silver, iron and salt ones, vamps ones and so on…”
You knew you were babbling, you could hear your own slurred words, your face felt hot. “I’m hot…” you mumbled, stretching languidly over the table. You heard their muffled chuckles and it reached your ears like cotton. Your chin came to rest lazily on your hand, watching them with glazed eyes.
“I think she's had enough Dean.”
Offended you scoffed at Sam, “What?...shh...” you leaned toward him, clumsily pushing your fingers on his lips missing the target and squashing his nose instead. “Shhh Sam….” you giggled, patting his face, “Sam, shut up”
You touched your face. It was indeed hot. “Why is it so hot in here ?” You asked and stripped out of your flannel shirt and threw it in Dean’s face and while you had him blinded you snatched his glass and gulped it down.
“Hey, hey you…! Ok!! That’s enough, now.” Dean grinned, standing up and picking you up by the elbow.
You allowed him to lead you out of the bar and to the car, probably because you would have otherwise crawled there but they didn't need to know that. The fresh air of the night hit you right in the face like a punch to the stomach. Suddenly, your head spun and you stumbled forward.
“Woah!" Dean caught you before you could hit the ground. Yeah, the whole escorting thing had been a great, fucking idea. Head was buzzing and he sure said something but fuck if you heard that.
Did you care, though?
Yeah right…
More importantly, there was a real, firm, warm chest against your cheek, his smell hugging you. Without thinking and definitely without realizing it, you nuzzled your face in it, arms sneaking around his torso, locking behind him. Next, you pressed yourself to him, closing your eyes and sighing contentedly.
“Dude, she’s trashed“ Sam chuckled. Dean tried to pry your hands away but you moaned in protest. He fished Baby’s keys from the pocket and threw them at Sam. “Really?...”
“What do you suggest, Sam…? Drive with her on my lap?”
Sam shrugged almost wanting to see that, but Dean’s frown convinced him to stop even thinking about it and went around the car to the driver seat, sliding you in.
Dean started walking and that, you decided, you didn’t like at all so your arms went around his neck and you jumped up, crossing your legs around his waist.
“Son of a b-”
He started to walk again with you, lazily, draped on him. “A monkey! I can’t free myself” he said, waving his arms at Sam.
“Just sit in the back, man. It’s not a long drive”
Feeling the shift of his body again you let yourself be maneuvered, settling on just being sitting across his lap, legs draped on the seat, nose nuzzling his neck, his short beard scratching your face, and your arms still hanging around his neck. You fell asleep lulled by his hand slowly drawing circles on your back.
“Don’t you fucking dare to puke all over me or Baby, you hear m-she fell asleep.”
“She drank almost as much as us. I’m surprised she’s not been sick all over you.” Sam looked in the rear mirror, at his brother, cradling your slumped form. “You know, Dean...that smile right there… That's something I haven’t seen since Lisa and Ben”
“Sam-”
“No, really! What’s the problem? She clearly likes you a lot - Dude! Don’t roll your eyes at me…you know Djinns read minds, remember?”
“Yes but...”
“She consciously stayed in that for 2 years, going as far as” he waved his hand, “ -that!. She could have escaped any minute and she stayed, knowing all of it was fake and that it would end at any given moment. If that’s not telling you something I don’t know what else can”
“But you..”
“I care about her, okay? But...” his eyes fell softly on you “... she reminds me of Charlie, sometimes”.
Dean stayed silent for a long moment, looking down at you while you mumbled something in your sleep.
“I can’t let what happened to Charlie happen to her….I can’t go through that again”
“I know that, but with or without us, she’s still going to do what she wants. You prefer she does that here, with us or back with her people on the other side of the world?” Dean didn’t answer. He leaned into the seat and closed his eyes.
Once at the motel, Sam helped his brother open your door and he called dibs on the shower, disappearing in their room. Dean sighed and closed the door behind him with his foot, carrying you.
“You’re so hammered” he chuckled.
“... mmnot “ you mumbled in the crook of his neck. You felt really, really good where you were. In fact, you didn’t want to stay anywhere else but there, wherever it was. Dean put one knee on the bed, mattress sinking under both your weight. As your body touched the cool sheets, you shivered and your hold on him tightened. Dean tried to pry your arms open.
“Come on. Be a good girl now, let go” he said softly in your ear.
“Bad choice of words...” chuckling drunkenly, you pulled down hard.
“Ooof…” Dean fell face flat on the pillow beside your head. He immediately shifted to get off but you kept him in place, burying your head in his neck. Yeah.... really loved that place, you thought.
“Mmm, stay” you mumbled, your lips grazed from the base of his neck to under his ear. He shivered against you, breath catching on his lips.
“Y/N…” he said, trying to free himself again. The bending of your knees kept him there and he sank down on you and shit that felt awesome. Your lips continued their path to his jaw. You felt him panicking over you and he propped up on his elbows.
“What are you doing?… Hey, you ok?” he asked, searching your eyes.
“What do you think I'm doing? do I have to draw it for you?” giggling, you trapped his hips between your legs, and fuck yeah he groaned. He tried to say something but you stopped his mouth with yours, the thing you wanted to do since he first spoke to you the day you had arrived. He froze for just one second and then melted into it, sighing as the tip of your tongue swiped his bottom lip. Soon, his own lips moved enthusiastically in dominance and you didn’t protest.
Not one bit. Especially, when he parted yours, deepening the kiss. His hand traveled up your sides, drawing your curves and sneaking under you, he lifted you against him, sliding you higher on the bed. You hands slipped under his many, too fucking many, layers and Jesus Christ his skin’s hot, your nails dug in it. Something like a grunt resounded in his chest, both his hands followed your example and sneaked under your top, his fingers digging. All of this while his mouth was paying attention to a particularly sweet spot under your jaw. You felt his eat shit grin after the filthy desperate sound you had made.
“Dean …” you breathed out, panting, not that you were calling to him. You just wanted to say his name, let it dance in the space between your lips, and on his skin, “Dean…” you whispered again. He stilled suddenly, like your voice had startled him, his head shot up and you were suddenly looking into his gorgeous eyes. His gorgeous, stormy, troubled eyes.
You lifted to kiss him but he pushed you down gently, protesting and you saw him smiling, bitterly.
“What’s the matter?” you purred, trying to bring him down again, but he stopped your wrists, firmly, “…not like this…” he whispered, cupping your cheek with his hand and you looked at him with big, shiny eyes trying to focus. It seemed you couldn’t keep them open.
“Uhm, like what?” you mumbled, nuzzling your face in his palm, closing your eyes. He let you down on the pillow gently and stood up. He took off your boots and you curled on your side mumbling nonsense. He chuckled and covered you with one of the spare covers that were stored in the closet. Placing a glass of water on the bedside table, he sat beside you, watching you already be asleep.
As he caressed your hair, you smiled in your sleep. He kissed your forehead, lingering before switching off the lights and walking to the door, gazing at you again before closing it behind him.
Throat feeling like sandpaper, tongue so dry it hurt, you groaned at the pounding in your brain, that felt like a set of fists banging on the door.
“Y/N, wake up!!”
Funny, you thought, sinking even deeper into the pillow. Now, even your brain was talking to you.
Two more bangs.
Ah shit! It was, indeed, the door.
“It’s open” you croaked with your face deep in the pillow. The door opened with a nasty, and loud as fuck sound, the latter followed by a set of heavy, fucking footsteps which you felt all over your frontal lobe, you hid your head under the pillow.
“Ah no… Come on!! Time to go, Sleeping Beauty”
You felt hands tugging your pillow and your grip tightened when two sets of chuckles came from above you.
“Can you chuckle silently, please?” you hissed shifting away from the offending sound. The covers you were under were caught by something and suddenly your underwear covered ass was attacked by the crisp morning air. You heard two loud gasps, your own squeal, and your head cleared, just like that.
“Where are your pants?!?” you heard.
You sat on the mattress, stretched yawning, grimacing at whatever died in your mouth.
“Who the fuck sleeps with pants?” You rubbed your eyes and your vision cleared. The two brothers were turned around as if you were all living in the nineteenth century and seeing a woman in her underwear was a sin or something. Laughing, you threw the pillow at them, “It’s just underwear guys, come on!”
You jumped out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, leaving the boys awkwardly looking around the room.
“We brought you coffee. Figured you needed it.” Sam said.
Your head popped out of the bathroom, the toothbrush hanging from your mouth and a brush in your bird nest hair. Your nose scrunched up eyeing the three tall paper cups.
“I told you she’d made that face,” Dean said grabbing one of them and sitting on the bed, picking up your pants and throwing them your way. You tried to say something, snarling back but you almost made the toothbrush fall.
After you were presentable enough and the lower part of your body covered in jeans, you heard your stomach growling in angry protest.
“God, I need to eat something,” you said trying to lift Darcy’s case. When it slipped, Dean caught it in time and you saw he was trying to complain “…you don’t want me to get car sick …”
“... Let’s go get you breakfast”
That had been so easy!
“What can I get? What is the American breakfast cure for a hangover ??? “
“Green smoothie”
“Bacon,” they said in unison.
“Bitch…gross”
“Jerk!”
Your eyes rolled and you smiled behind the menu letting them bicker over nothing, like always. God, you had missed them. You had missed these moments. The HQ gave you unlimited time here, at least until you reached enough hunters. But the thought of going back made you anxious. You really didn’t want to go back and it’s been bugging you since you had arrived. The waiter came to take the orders and you decided on a fruit smoothie and some bacon and eggs. Dean went for pie and that was the obvious choice. You wondered if he could ever go for something else and Sam asked for a coffee refill.
“Hey cute accent, where you from? ”
“Huh?” you blinked confused when -you squinted your eyes, trying to read his tag- Mark, the diner-boy talked to you, completely ignoring Sam and Dean, “uh…what?”
“I've never seen you around here before. What are you doin’ after?”
You tried babbling an answer, all flustered by this forward attempt at flirting.
“I… no. I - I’m just… I was… I had a job…here”
As he was about to continue, the cook yelled at him. “Quit hitting on customers and give me the orders!” Mark winked at you and left.
“Wow…smooth, Y/N “ Sam snickered.
“…that was embarrassing… first thing in the morning…I can’t” you said, looking out the window, pouting. Dean stayed silent looking very intensely at his turned off cell phone.
“Anyway…” you said, grabbing the boys attention, “In the next few days, after the rest of my things have arrived, would it be okay if I asked you for some of your hunter friends’ contacts?”
“Sure, why? “ Sam asked, grabbing Dean’s phone and turning it on, scrolling through the contacts.
“Well…I was thinking… if it’s alright with you…” you swirled a lock of hair around your fingers “…that maybe I could …I don’t know…pay them a visit?...so I could start doing what I was sent here to do…” your voice became small.
“Err…” they started.
“...it’s a problem right?... I know, I hate this part, I sound like a saleswoman! Ugh!” your forehead met the table.
“No, no, Y/N! … it’s not that. You know…we, um…”
“American hunters don’t like being told how to do their job” Dean finished for Sam.
“Yeah….that”
“Oh ...but I’m not here to change that…”
“…yeah but still…they’ll be stubborn, and coarse and rude…” Dean chanted.
“Aaw Dean… are you worried about my feelings?” you extended your hand, touching his arm. “It’s ok! I can take a bit of hostility"
“That’s not w-”
“Here you go, guys!” Diner-boy put down the food and then leaned into you “sooo…you free tonight or you have to ask permission from your uncles here?” he asked nodding with head towards their direction but not actually looking at them.
Well, that’s just rude, you thought snorting just a little bit, and you could see a vein throbbing on the side on Dean’s temple.
“I’m sorry, how old do you think I am?” you asked leaning into him too. Dean twitched.
“I don’t know, my age, I guess.”
“And that’ll be…?”
“18…?”
You snorted, picked up your smoothie, wrapping your lips slowly around the straw and looking up at him while you took a sip.
“He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. And he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man…..” you smiled, straw caught between your teeth "…I am not for him.” He looked at you confused, trying to wrap his mind around what you said. Then his boss called him again and he went back to his work, the confused look most probably imprinted on his face for the days to come.
“Quoting Shakespeare to scare the youths away now?” Dean chuckled pleased. You watched as Sam turned to look at his brother with raised eyebrows.
“What ?... I read.” Dean shrugged.
The ride back was faster than you remembered. Mid-road you started to doze off, Dean lowered the music and you fell asleep lulled by Baby’s purr. The road for Dean seemed twice as long, his mind racing.
“I’ll talk to her once at the bunker” he whispered to Sam, who just smiled and looked out the window
