#y'know I recently told Jody that one of the best things about an And They Were All So Cold episode

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@airyairyaucontraire I think the Watsonian in you (in all of us) will especially appreciate this particular shot

Actually, we're gonna need to zoom in on this

Great.

[fallenangelspnfanfic]

Wayward Huntress

Chapter 4

Summary: Dean, Sam and you are on the road towards Sioux Falls. We learn more about your relationship with the boys.

WARNINGS: Language, fluff (?)

Pairings : Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader 

It has been a week now since you've finally settled in the Men of Letters' bunker. You got to know the brothers well. Everynight between intensive reseach sessions,  you had to beg them to tell you about their wildest hunts.The Winchesters were like legends in your world. Every evening in the library, while enjoying a couple beers, Sam and Dean would tell you their craziest adventures. From Bobby to Charlie, they told you about everyone who crossed their path. And more recently, they explained you what were the Men of Letters, what they did and what they were planning to do. You knew so because a day after you came back, Mary left the bunker to join a guy named Ketch in Texas and obviously both brothers did not like it at all. After an hour of bothering Dean as he worked on the Impala, he finally gave up and told you everything he knew. Even told you that Sam trusted them more than him, and that if anything would ever happen to their mother he would personally kill Ketch with his bare hands. Classy dude, really. 

For as it is now, everything was going fine. The sassy angel wasn't in your paws, since he was not there at all. They told you he went looking for angels who could held information about humans who could possess an aura like yours. But deep down, you knew Castiel was trying to avoid you as much as possible. Waiting for information wasn't a problem for you though, the hunts with the brothers were really more thrilling than when you used to hunt alone. 

EVERYONE WATCHIIIN' 

TO SEE WHAT YOU WOULD DOOOOO

EVERYONE LOOKIIIIN' AT YOUUU, OHHHH

Both Dean and you were singing at the top of your lungs as you drove towards Sioux Falls to lend a hand to one of their friends who had trouble dealing with a pack of werewolves. What was really amazing about your relationship with the elder Winchester was that, your crazy matched with his crazy, big time. You both enjoyed the same type of music, same type of food and even the same brand of alcohol. He truly was the big brother you never had. 

EVERYBODY'S WORKIN' FOR THE WEEKEEEND

EVERYBODY WANTS A LITTLE ROMANCE

EVERYVODY'S GOIN OFF THE DEEP END, 

EVERYBODY NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE, OHHHHH 

You heard the sound of the leather twisting as Sam enormous body shifted in his seat. He was losing his patience. His brother and you wouldn't stop singing old rock classics whenever you had to make a roadtrip. Per usual, Sam had his laptop opened on his lap, trying to gather as much info and leads about the hunt you were on. You liked Sam a lot too, it just wasn't like with Dean, his seriousness would always prevent you from messing with him. You slipped into the backseat of the Impala to the front passenger side. You put your arms around the seat as you hugged Sam and put your head forward to talk to him. 

-Don't be like that Sammy, enjoy the free concert! you laughed. 

As he gazed at you, he tried his best to take a severe expression, but without any success. Your warm smile and your good mood were contagious and the brothers both needed a good vibe these days. 

-Get back in your seat before getting pojected outside by the windshield. He said with a laugh, his hazel eyes locked on yours.  

-Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist Samantha. you exclaimed as you sat back in your seat. 

Dean stood still for a couple seconds, jaw wide opened, round eyes, totally astonished by what you just said to his brother. He side eyed his brother to watch his reaction. Sam had his eyes closed, inhaling a good breath of air, obviously maddening over the fact you called him Samantha... you too.

-What? You don't like your nickname? Dean told me it would really piss you off. 

Sam suddendly opened his eyes and stared at his brother with an accusing look. His brother responded with a shrug, as if he didn't know where you got that from. What happened next really surprised the both of you. 

-That's it. Sam mumbled.

Sam unfastened his seatbelt and unexpectedly jumped into the backseat of the car, pushing you down on your back with his strong arms. He then grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head to prevent you from struggling and he started to tickle you endlessly with his free hand. You couldn't stop wagging in his arms as his fingers lightly touched every sensible spots. You were begging him to stop as you laughed, he really caught you off guard. 

-Say you won't use that nickname ever again and I'll stop. He managed to say as you wrestled under him trying to free yourself from his grip. 

-Bahahahahaaaa- I- hahahaha stop it! You had trouble talking because of the spasmodic movements your body was making from all the tickles. 

-Guys c'mon! What are you? 12? Dean sharply shouted obviously getting tired of getting hit in the back of his seat. 

-Say you won't ever call me Samantha again Y/N. Sam continued while laughing, ignoring his brother.

-I swe-bahahaha okay okay I SWEAAAR! you finally exclaimed between waves of laughters. 

Sam finally stopped fidgeting his fingers against your skin, still straddeling your thighs. You were both panting from the laughters as you laid there, still caught between his arms. As you finally regained control of your breath, you caught him staring at you with a keen look, his hazel eyes filled with fascination. You looked back into his piercing eyes, all                of your senses now awakening, feeling his hot-flaming body hovering against yours. You stood there for what seems like an eternity, neither of you broke the eye contact and the rousing tension made you feel light-headed. An intense desire started pulsating between your thighs while Sam stared hungrily at you as if he wanted to devour you. As you were about to lock one of your leg around one of his to silently allow him to get closer when the car took a sharp turn and made Sam rolled off you, hitting his head against the driver' seat. 

-Dean! What the Hell?  Sam growled at his brother while rubbing his head. 

-That's what you get kids when you don't listen to the elder! Dean exclaimed laughing from the two of you. 

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-Alright, I'll go to the police station first thing in the morning to gather more information from Jodie. Sam declared while he pulled a chair from the miniature dining table of the motel room. 

Dean threw you the keys of the adjacent room, winking at you. You don't know how, but you managed to catch them despite the fact that you just woke up. The backseat of the Impala was like a second bedroom for you since you started hunting with them. You stared back between the keys in your hand and Dean, an incredule look stuck in your face. 

-What? I get to have my own room?  you asked Dean excited from not having to share a bathroom with these two. 

-Yep, a woman deserves some privacy one day or another. 

You stood there, dumbfounded from Dean's statement. Even Sam craned his neck from where he was sitting to look at his brother trying to see if he was really being serious. 

-Aight, you better scram before I take back those keys sweetheart.

Without saying anything more, you hastened to pick up your duffelbag from the floor and quickly left the room excitedly. Dean scoffed from your reaction as he bent to get a beer from the grocery bag you forgot on the floor. As he turned around, Sam stared at him puzzling. 

-You know I could've take the couch right? 

-Yeah... See Sammy, we gotta chat. 

-Huh okay... What's up? Sam asked his brother, frowning. 

Dean uncapped his beer and took a sip before he went to sit on the bed closest to Sam. He looked silently at his beer while searching for the right way to start the conversation.

-Alright so what's the deal? he finally spoke up.

Sam who still didn't get where Dean was getting into lifted his eyebrows.

-What deal?

-Y'know... back in the car.. with Y/N.

Sam gulped as he finally understood what his brother meant. He tried to escape Dean's accusing look by suddenly getting up to get himself a beer as well. Without looking back at him he scoffed and retorted:

-What? You're the only one who can act like a child now and then?

-C'mon man, you know what I meant. Dean exclaimed exasperated. Plus, ya know... The girl isn't an eyesore it wouldn't be really surprising if you wanted to-

-Alright, yes. Sam cut Dean off. Y/N's attractive, smart, funny and she's a great hunter. And, yes maybe, I may have some kind of feelings for her. But that doesn't change the fact that we're curse magnets Dean. You know how many monsters want us dead? I won't put her more in danger than she already is.

-Mhm... But lemme ask you this: If we were retiring, no more hunts, no more dead bodies, no more crap. Would you give it a try with her?

The younger Winchester sighed as he sat down next to Dean on the bed. Sam gave a look at Dean, a wordless vocabulary that only the brothers could decipher. They both sat there quietly while finishing their beer and contempling their sad fate.

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