So, You're a Fucking Virgin

Chapter 12

Things really sucked. Because for one week, one glorious week, it seemed like Dean Winchester actually liked you. Screw being able to read the word of God, and slam the gates of Hell and Heaven.

That.

THAT would have been the real miracle.

But it wasn't real. And the shitty thing was, you couldn't even blame the guy. He just wasn't into you. And you suppose he did the right thing, putting the brakes on it.

But that didn't stop it hurting like a motherfucker.

A few days later Sam uttered those three magical words:

"So get this"

You had learned over your time with the Winchesters that when this phrase was spoken aloud the universe came into alignment, the birds sang and adventure awaited. Because this phrase, this magical phrase meant one thing and one thing only: you guys had a case.

Never in your life had you been so happy that some poor schlub met an untimely demise at the hands of some terrible mystery beastie. Because if there was a case it meant that contrary to recent events, the world did not revolve around your unbroken hymen. That was a reign you were more than willing to give up.

"So get this." Sam continued "There have been a whole mess of weird homicides a few towns over the past couple weeks."

"What makes them so weird?" you inquired.

"Well, there's no motive for any of them, all of the perps immediately confessed, and all of them across the board reported feeling like a passenger in their own body during the time of murder. Like they weren't in control."

"So, sometimes people snap. How is this an us thing?" Dean asked, skeptical.

"Come on, Dean. That many murders in this short amount of time...in rural Kansas? You gotta admit that at least warrants a closer look." Sam argued.

"Oh, fine, yeah I guess you're right." Dean yawned.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your panties in a knot, I'm just tired. Need to caffeinate." Dean left for the kitchen to down what you were sure would end up being the whole the coffee pot.

Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have been so enthused over the deaths of a bunch of people in a neighboring town, but any distraction from the projector in your head just looping the whole debacle over and over again, was more than welcome. Plus, a case like this meant you were probably running support. Which meant the boys would be out of the bunker. Which meant Dean would be out of the bunker and you two could stop expending so much energy hiding from each other.

"Ok, fantastic." you said "So, I'm running support, right? While pulling double duty on the tablet?".

"Actually, _______, we kind of need you with us on this one." Sam explained.

"Yes, because me tagging along on your mission went so well last time. How long til Dean ships me away this go-round?"

"Hey, I know that you two are going through a thing right now..."

"Sam, how can me and Dean be going through a thing when there is no me and Dean.

"Dean and me" Sam corrected. "Dean and I?" he second guessed himself.

"You know what I mean."

"Listen, you two knew the risks before you got into this, ok? Just don't let it get in the way." Sam argued.