Don’t Play With Knives (SamxReader)
After hours of driving on the road, you had just arrived in quaint little town called Stowe. Cozy was the best way to describe it, although its not your usual taste, something about the quietness drew you in. Parking your little red pick-up in front of the local diner, you hopped out and approached the entrance. Walking up, out of the corner of your eye you notice a glint against the glass reflection of the diner windows, realizing it was your bowie knife, you quickly tugged down the hem of your t-shirt to cover it. There was no need to scare the townsfolk on day one, of course it wouldn’t be the first time.You always had a deep love for knives and unfortunately most people found that unnerving. Thinking back to your hunting days you shuddered, now all you wanted was peace, peace from the dark memories... a sweet chime pulled you out of your thoughts as you opened the door, alerting the waitress to your presence. You took a seat in the back keeping full view of the entrance and exits, and watched the waitress saunter over. “What can I get you Sugar?” she asked Tapping her pen against her notepad, you told her your order and watched as she scribbled it down. As she moved away you noticed two new customers had already seated themselves across the room. You scolded yourself for not noticing the new additions to the diner, blaming your lack of sleep for your dulled senses. Instead of dwelling on the issue, you neatly doctored the fresh mug of coffee that arrived seconds before, two cremes two sugars. Taking a sip, you glanced up to watch the new arrivals. Right off the bat you noticed both were very handsome, one was slightly shorter than the other, with tan colored hair and he was well built. The other was taller with darker features, equally as fit as the other. Hiding a snort, you smiled as his long hair and upon further inspection you noticed that they were having a heated discussion. Momentarily you were distracted by a steaming plate of eggs and bacon being placed in front of you. Grabbing a fork you eagerly dug in, once again glancing back at the two men you were startled to find that the taller one was making eye contact with you. His smile slowly waned as his eyes drifted towards your hip, puzzled by the reaction you tried to piece together what was wrong. Suddenly it hit you, quickly you glanced down to where you holstered your knife, only find your shirt had ridden up, exposing it completely. Shit! Tugging the shirt once again back down, you snatched some cash from your back pocket to pay for the meal. Throwing a twenty down and standing up in one fell swoop, you didn't notice the two men watching you with slight frowns on their faces. Instinct kicked in as you quickly strode to the truck, fumbling with the keys for a few seconds, you managed to unlock the car and jump into the driver’s seat. Upon backing out, the men burst out from the diner doors searching for you, just as you sped off you hear a faint “Stop” swallowed by the wind. Minuets pass by in tense silence as you glance in the rearview mirror hoping not to see them behind you. Slowly you begin to relax again, and you turn on the radio for some background noise. That is until you almost hit someone walking on the side of the road; slamming your foot on the brake, your red truck screeched to a halt leaving a faint trace of burning rubber to linger in the air. Running over to the now identifiable girl, crouching down you prod her side seeing if she will respond.
“Hey, you ok?” you prompted
Having no reply you begin to move to retrieve your phone from the car, only to have the wind knocked out you as you were tackled to the ground. Dazed, and slow to respond, you were unable to block the blow to your side, and grunted as it connected with your soft tissue. Reaching for your knife, you drew up your shirt and glared at the girl’s now black eyes as she cackled.
“No, no” she crooned “We don't play with knives”
Ripping it away from your grasp, she left you defenseless. Tracing the blade up and down your body, she taunted you encouraging you to fight back. Gathering your strength, you drew up your feet and planted them on her sternum launching her off of you. Laughing once again, she drew herself up and approached more aggressively. All of a sudden you found yourself being pinned up against your truck by some unseeable force. In the distance you heard the rumbling of an engine, and a small seed of hope flared up in your chest. She appeared to be displeased by this change in events; wrapping a hand in your hair, she pulled your head towards herself and swung it back with a sickening crunch and slowly leaned down to your ear,
“We’ll play later kitten”
She released your head allowing your body to slump to the pavement, gravel cutting into your cheek. You watched as she disappeared, unable to move from your current position. The roaring engine grew louder until it seemed to be all encompassing but then it suddenly stopped. The sounds of a car door opening reached your ears and you heard a muted gasp
“Dean”
“I know Sammy”
Crunching footsteps approached you until a pair of boots came into your line of vision. The figure squatted down until you could see their face, it was the man from the diner! He gently scooped you up into his arms and you groaned in pain, dangerously close to passing out.
“Shhh, you're ok. Dean and I will get you fixed up” he soothed
Lulled into a feeling of safety you allowed the pain to numb your senses and slipped into unconsciousness.