Fresh Start (4) - FIN
Summary: All or nothing now. Can you and Sam find a way back?
Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x Wife!Reader, Mobster!Dean Winchester x other reader
Characters: John Winchester, Ruby
Warnings: angst, language, blood, mentions of death/torture, violence against Ruby, character's death, John is an ass, a creep, and bad in general, fluff
<< Part 3
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You grip the door handle to open the door parting you from the woman who tried to kill you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, counting to ten to calm your nerves.
If Sam’s enemies, his allies, and your husband shall respect you, you must walk through that door and prove yourself. This is not easy for you. Not at all. You don’t want to witness torture and violence.
“You can still change your mind, sweetheart,” Dean places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N this will get ugly. Sam is out for blood. Ruby’s blood. Usually, he wants me to get information out of people.”
“I have to,” you dip your head to look at Dean standing next to you. He offers a cracked smile and sad eyes. “Everyone believes I’m soft and an easy target. Everyone needs to hear that I was part of this. That I stood my ground and-“
“I get it,” swallowing thickly Dean drops his gaze. “My father always gave me the feeling I must prove my worth over and over again. That’s why I turned to Alastair and asked him to become my mentor in…”
Dean is easy to talk to and understands your situation. Dean wanted to run from his family so often, but he knew this would mean leaving Sam behind too.
“Torture,” he nods. Dean barely talks about his time at Alastair’s place. You only know he still has nightmares and hates to be used as a blunt tool to hurt people. “I’ll talk to Sam when this is over, Dean. We can’t keep on running in circles. This includes using you as a torturer. You deserve better.”
“We both do,” he chuckles humorlessly. “Maybe we should run away together.”
“You, me, and that girl from the diner?”
“Exactly.”
“Does she know?”
“I didn’t tell her about my…profession. It’s better this way,” he shrugs. “Let’s be honest. Sooner than later, she’ll have enough and move on to someone else. I can’t marry a nice girl not knowing what she got herself into.”
“Maybe she would understand you didn’t tell her the truth, Dean.”
“We can still run.”
“I can’t…I’m still in love with your brother.”
You stand there in silence next to Dean for what feels like an eternity. Breathing in and out while your heart beats out of your chest.
“I hope he’s worth it,” he watches you open the door. Dean takes a deep breath and forces a cold mask to replace his features. It’s easier to pretend to feel nothing when pain, blood, and death lie ahead. “This is going to be a fucking long night…”
Head held high you step inside the room. Just like Dean, you hide your insecurities and fear behind a stoic face tonight.
“Look what the cat dragged in. I had hoped at least your ugly face got damaged a little more. Like my grandfather used to say. If you want something to get done, do it yourself.”
Another punch hits her face, but she takes it like a champ, you give her that. Her bloody smirk makes you shudder. Ruby spits blood onto the floor. It joins dried blood, spit, and something looking like ripped-out nails on the concrete in the basement.
This is not a nice place. It’s cold, dark, and filled with the faded screams of the victims of Winchester’s business.
You fight the urge to empty your stomach as Sam gets a knife out.
“Sam, I-“ you look at Ruby, almost feeling sorry for the broken creature restrained to an old chair. You remember the furniture. It used to stand in John’s kitchen, or at least you think so.
“Aw, does your little wife want to watch you get your hands dirty Sammy?” Ruby sneers as you look away. “I can’t believe you chose her over me. Look at her. She’s soft and won’t make it for much longer in life like ours. Everyone knows she’s nothing but a burden to you.”
“Watch your tongue, bitch,” you never saw Sam like that before. He slaps Ruby’s face hard enough to split her skin open with his wedding band. “You are talking about my wife and the woman I love. She’s family and you are simply a faded memory. A meaningless one nightstand I forgot about the moment I slipped out of you.”
“You’re a bad liar, Sam,” she coos, batting her eyelashes. Ruby looks like she got under the bus, still, she tries to flirt with Sam. Blood runs down her neck, left arm, and chest. Her nose is bleeding heavily and one of her eyes is swollen, and black.
“Not me,” Dean whispers as you look at him in horror. “I came here with you, Y/N. I don’t like putting my hands on women that way.”
“It was my honor to avenge you,” John steps out of the shadows. Blood is splattered all over his white shirt, his face and arm, but he doesn’t seem to care. You gasp as he takes off his bloody hand gloves, carelessly dropping them to the ground. “You’ve missed the show, Y/N. We were waiting for you.”
“I told her to wait a little longer,” now you know why Dean distracted you for so long. He didn’t want you to watch the worst part of the show. “This is not for her.”
“She wanted to watch,” you dare not to meet John’s gaze as he steps closer to you to cup your chin with two fingers. “Right? You are one of us, Sammy’s future. You’ll carry his heir soon enough and continue our bloodline.”
“Why don’t you bang her yourself,” Ruby doesn’t shut her mouth. She snickers behind John’s back while trying to wiggle out of the ropes holding her wrists. “I know how you look at your son’s wife. I bet you are creaming your pants imagining having your way with her.”
“Silence,” John twirls around to punch Ruby’s face with full force. You whimper, not wanting him to hurt her even more. “You’ve got no clue what you are talking about. I don’t fuck my son’s girls.”
“Didn’t you stop you from fucking Jess, or Lisa…or me,” she grins up at John. His chest heaves up and down as he stares down at the bloody mess that used to be the woman Sam desired a long time ago.
“Sir, I think Y/N should go now,” Sam protectively steps in front of you to block your view. “She has seen enough.”
“No. She needs to end this the Winchester way,” you feel your legs give in when John pushes his son out of his way to hand you a knife. “Kill that woman. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.”
“I-“ you glance at the knife in your hand. It would be a death sentence to say no to John Winchester, but you are not a killer. “Can I…”
“She’s better with a gun,” Dean steps in. “You remember our training, right?” he takes the knife out of your hand to give it back to his father. “Here, take mine. I’ll help you.”
“I said this is enough,” the room falls silent as Sam rolls his shoulders. “I’m not going to let my wife do such a thing. She wanted to witness Ruby’s punishment, and she did. I’ll end this.”
“Sammy, what?” before Dean can react Sam snatches the gun out of his brother’s hands, unlocks it, and aims at Ruby’s head. “Wait…”
“Goodbye,” Dean presses your face in his chest and tells you to cover your ears as Sam ends Ruby’s life. You are trembling and crying as another pair of hands tugs at your body moments later.
Everything is a haze after the gunshot. You end up in someone’s arms and get carried out of the basement. Too afraid to look at the man carrying you, all you can do is cover your eyes with your hands.
“I’ve got you, baby girl,” it’s Sam softly whispering your name. “I’m sorry. Father can be…” He holds you close to his warm chest, failing to even talk.
“A fucking asshole,” Dean is right behind you and his brother. While John yells your husband’s name, Sam walks upstairs and makes his way inside your bedroom, ignoring his father’s orders. “How can he expect her to stab that bitch? Did he lose his mind?”
“He lost it a long time ago, Dean,” you whimper as Sam places you on the bed. “I told you years ago. When I was fourteen. This will never end.”
“This is all his fault. Ruby got mad as he ended their affair. She wanted to hit him where it hurts. Without an heir, John Winchester will sooner than later lose his empire,” Dean gives his brother a cracked smile. “Charlie dug a little deeper for me. And Ketch knew more than I told all of you.”
“You knew all the time that she wanted to hit him, not me?” Sam shakes his head. “How could you hide this from me?”
“I had to be sure, Sammy. Charlie found everything.”
“So, did he want to touch my wife too?” frowning deeply Sam looks at his brother. “Please tell me she lied, Dean.”
“I wish I could say no. I don’t know, to be honest. Ruby wasn’t wrong, though. He looked at Y/N like he wants to…”
“What will we do now?” you look up at Sam. “I’m scared of John. He didn’t look happy when I couldn’t kill Ruby.”
“We run,” Sam jerks his head toward his brother. “Charlie helped me transfer most of our money to an offshore bank account a few days ago. I knew shit will go down.” He shrugs as his brother gapes at him. “We can take the Impala and get out of this fucking town, Sammy.”
“Better late than never, huh? Lock the door,” Dean hurriedly locks the door while Sam walks inside the walk-in-wardrobe to remove a fake wall. He gets three duffle bags and clothes out, smirking as you look up at him with wide eyes. “One for each of us. New papers, money, clothes, guns, all we will need to get out of town.”
“How…what?” Sam hands you new clothes to wear. Jeans, a t-shirt, a red-checkered flannel, boots, and a leather jacket.
“Dean, I got something for you too. We need to look different. No suits and polished shoes until we got away.”
“I can live with that,” Dean looks at the clothes Sam hands him. “Jeans and plaids. Awesome…”
“I said no detours,” Sam watches a girl run toward the Impala. He huffs in the backseat as she jumps into Dean’s arms. “He found the time to pick up a girl?”
“Get inside, sweetheart,” Dean hurriedly gets back behind the steering wheel. Benny, Castiel, and Gadreel made sure to distract John long enough for you to escape but he doesn’t want to waste another minute.
“Hi,” you watch the waitress Dean met up with for weeks get inside the Impala. She presses a duffle bag to her chest, smiling at Sam and you in the back. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m (*another reader*).”
“Y/N, and this is Sam, my husband,” you watch her buckle up as Dean starts the engine to get out of town. “We glad we finally meet you.”
“So…we are on the run now,” she asks as you watch her watch Dean. She moves her hand to his thigh and softly speaks his name. It’s the first time Dean looks at peace since you know him.
“Not for long, (*another reader*). We will find a place to call home. See it as…”
“A fresh start,” Sam smirks as Dean pushes the car to its limit.
Only a few hours and you are out of John Winchester territory. Castiel, Benny, and Gadreel will make sure your father-in-law looks for you at the wrong end of the world.
“A fresh start,” Dean agrees as you lean your head against Sam’s shoulder. You close your eyes and allow yourself to dream of a better life; away from crimes, pain, and fear.
A life in which you can have a family and a life with the man you love.
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