#[main tagging cuz i think the spn fans will enjoy]

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assorted reactions from me and kit [ @partiallycrow ] watching spn season 1 for the first time. i will not give context as it's funnier w/o it

+ featuring kit somehow predicting the plot of 1x11 AS A JOKE

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SPN Fanfic

-Y/N and the boys begin getting frustrated with their research.-

(Eventual SamxReader)

1544 Words

Warnings: Again, more mental health/angst. I’m sorry! I promise the next part will not talk about anything mental health related! Although, if that kind of stuff bothers you, I’d advise just not reading this series because having a depressed main character kinda makes it hard to avoid, ya know?

A/N: As promised, here is Part 4 of Poisonous Soul! This one is normal length (Yay!) and may possibly be a bit boring cuz it’s a filler chapter, but the next part it more exciting, I pinky swear! As always, feedback is appreciated and welcomed. You can be as brutally honest as you want (As long as it’s, ya know, constructive and not just mean. Let’s be nice, people!) Next week will be back to normal with a chapter posted on Wednesday at 4:00pm EST. Thank you to everyone who is still with me on this, I love you all! Okay, now I am done talking; enjoy!  

*I do not own any Supernatural characters and/or gifs I may use!

There was a time when I was younger that I thought I wasn’t human. I was so sure that I had to have some type of super power because I felt different from everyone else around me. In my seven-year-old mind, I knew I was special.

I decided to test my theory out one summer night, just as the stars had started to appear slowly, one by one.

To watch me fly, I had told myself−So confident that I was about to join them up there in the night sky.

I jumped out my second story window, putting all of my trust in these imaginary super powers. They were going to save me. I just knew it.

Gravity had other ideas, though, and I fell straight to the ground.

After two broken bones in my leg and a fractured wrist, I realized that I had made a mistake.

Trusting the Winchesters feels a lot like that moment before I took the leap: scared and yet confident all the same.

Watching Dean scroll through his laptop at my desk and Sam flip through the pages of an ancient book beside me, I’m starting to wonder when I’m going to feel my bones break again: when I realize that I have made a horrible mistake trusting these two.

“And you’re sure you don’t have any type of ability?” Deans asks me for the hundredth time, “No visions? Controlling people with your mind?”

I shake my head firmly, “I already told you, Dean, I’m one-hundred percent ordinary.”

Dean runs his hands over his face, groaning out of frustration.

“Well, I’m not finding anything.” He says, “Sammy?”

Sam glances up from the book in his lap to give his brother a shake of his head, “Maybe instead of trying to figure out what we don’t know,” He says, closing the large text with a thud, “we focus on the facts.”

I sit up straighter and grab a notebook from the top of my dresser, hoping that I might be able to actually help them this time.

“We know that Y/N does not have any sort of ability like the other people in my visions.” He glances over at me, probably still waiting for me to freak out about his visions, as he calls them, but after everything that’s been going on in my life, I’m not about to judge.

“We know that I was kidnapped by a demon.” I supply, jotting down what we know.

“A demon who probably works for yellow eyes.” Dean adds, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. A part of me hopes he loses balance and falls to the ground to provide some type of laughter in my life.

“And they don’t want you dead.”              

“Not at the moment, at least.” I respond to Sam with a smirk, but he doesn’t find my sarcasm very funny.

He frowns and shakes his head, “I’m not going to let you die, period, Y/N.”

His large hand rests on my knee, making me feel things I should definitely not be feeling towards the man I barely know.

I clear my throat and look down at my messy handwriting, trying to tear my thoughts away from how warm Sam’s palm is on my skin.

“So, in all, we know that some yellow-eyed demon hired another demon to kidnap, but not kill, me, who is not special in the slightest, and this all has a connection to Sam somehow.” I look up at the two brothers who look just as frustrated as I feel. “How does this help?”

“Well, we know that we’re missing the connection.” Sam says, “Maybe you and I could try to find the connection between us and Dean can look for any signs of demon activity in the area. I assume there was a reason that the demon wanted to draw Dean and I out; maybe we can catch it before it happens.”

“Can we at least do this over food?” I ask, resting my hand on my stomach. “I am in need of some sustenance.”

Dean smiles before looking over at his brother and throwing him his keys, “You can take Baby if you promise not to scratch her.”

Sam rolls his eyes, expertly catching the keys with one hand as if it’s an automatic response by now.

I slip on my flip-flops and throw a sweatshirt on all while walking towards the door, driven by the thought of French fries and a milkshake.

“And bring me some pie!” Dean yells at us, causing his brother to shake his head with laughter.

“I know,” Sam calls back before shutting the door and hurrying through the hall with me, not wanting to run into anyone from my floor.

Everyone will be moving back into their rooms in a couple of hours and I’ll eventually have to come up with some lie explaining who the Winchesters are and why they are here, but I want to put that off until the last possible minute if I can.

I wrap my arms around myself as Sam opens the door to the building, leading me outside where the wind bites at my cheeks.

“Baby?” I ask Sam now that Dean is out of earshot.

“The Impala.” Sam rolls his eyes, but there’s a fondness there as well that tells me he doesn’t find his brother’s quirks as annoying as he makes them out to be.

We continue weaving through the buildings on campus and to the closest parking lot closest to my dorm.

“You know you guys won’t be able to be seen once everyone arrives, right?” I mention, glancing up at the giant man walking beside me.

Sam nods his head, sticking his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans, “We’re good at blending in, Y/N.”

“Okay, but this is a Christian college. No boys in the room past visiting hours …”

“I did the research; I know what the rules are.” Sam’s lips pull up into an amused smirk, “We’ll be fine.”

I want to push the subject further, but keep my mouth shut. Maybe they do know what they’re doing; who am I to question the monster hunters.

I rely on Sam to take me to the car because I have absolutely no knowledge on vehicles.

The Impala ends up being one of those classics that old men tend to fix up and drive out to car shows. It’s a large, black, boat of a car with disgustingly shiny rims. Dean must take a magnifying glass to the paint every day just to make sure he hasn’t missed a speck of dirt.

I slide into the passenger side, noticing that the both of them have somehow managed to get their hands on a faculty parking permit.

“So how are you doing, Y/N?” Sam starts the car up.

I pick at the skin around my fingernails and stare out the window, avoiding eye contact with the beautiful man beside me, “What do you mean?”

I jump at the weight of his hand on top of my own, putting an end to my fidgeting.

I look up and into hypnotic, hazel eyes that make me want to pour my heart out to him; to explain all the pain and self-loathing I’ve been harboring inside for years. It makes no sense; I barely know the guy, and yet I don’t think I’ve ever been as comfortable around somebody as I am with him.

“You know what I mean.” His voice pulls me out of my head and back into the present.

I offer Sam a small smile and a shrug, deciding to be as honest with him as I’m willing, “As good as I can be after be kidnapped by a demon, I guess.”

He purses his lips, obviously not pleased with my vague answer, “Y/N …”

“What?” I interrupt him, “What do you want me to say, Sam?” I pull my hands away from his. The car suddenly seems too small for the both of us. “That I’m fine? That everything is fan-freaking-tastic?”

“That’s not what−”

“Because that’s never going to happen!” Tears burn behind my eyes. I look up toward the ceiling to fight off the inevitable break down. “I’m never going to be as good as everyone wants me to be.” I clench my trembling fingers into a fist, hating how claustrophobic and trapped I feel, “I’ll never be happy enough or safe enough or−” I swallow thickly, unable to continue with my train of thought.

I close my eyes as tightly as I can and try to focus on the biting sensation of my nails digging into my palm: anything to keep me from crying.

“But I’m alive and I’m here.” I finally say, taking a deep breath and looking over at Sam, “Isn’t that good enough?”

My throat constricts and tears have broken to the surface, I try to breathe normally, but sobs wrack my body and make it impossible.

Large arms encase me, pulling me closer into a comforting embrace smelling of old spice and musk.

Fingers trail through my hair while I bury my face deeper into the crevice of Sam’s neck.

“Of course that’s enough, Y/N.” He whispers, “That will always be enough.”

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-Part 5-