At Your Mercy | Sam Winchester X Reader

Pt:2

Both the men rolled around, trying to get conferrable on the hard cushions and mattress that the motel offered. Ultimately falling asleep...

"mhm" sitting up and stretching, raising your arms to the sealing. 'Wait, why am I in the bed?' looking to your left you see the clock, 7:42. looking for Sam, you find him asleep on the couch. 'Oh Sam' his blanket had fell to the floor and you caught him in his full glory. A blue V-neck and some Pj pants, finally seeing him out of all that flannel. His shoulders were bulging out of the thin shirt, forearms thick with muscle. You have had to been staring at him for a minute before his subconscious mind had noticed and started to wake him up. 'Shit shit shit' quickly laying back down you throw the sheet over your head. Smooth.

"mmm" Sam whined. You waited a few minutes under the sheets waiting for the beat in your chest to settle. Slowly coming out from your blanket shield you saw they were both asleep. Getting out of the bed slowly you head for your bag, grabbing a pair of jeans, black T and you're under garments. After locking the bathroom door, you begin to shed your clothing. Playing some music on your phone you hop in the shower. 30 minutes had gone by under the showers rain, filled with 90's metal and 2000's rock before you started to hear ruckus coming from the main room. Shutting the water off you step out quickly drying yourself off and getting dressed.

"You were in there for a while" dean said as you walked out of the bathroom, tying his boot laces. Sam was up and changed already, sat on the chair his eyes were fixed on the laptop screen.

"Thought you guys would be out longer, by the way thanks sa-"

"don't mention it." Sam cut you off not even taking his eyes off the computer. Dean sneered at his brother's response.

"We can't spend our time messing around." Sam closed his laptop and stood up. "We have work to do." grabbing his coat he walked out of the room.

"what's his problem?"

Dean grins- "His time of the month."

"Yeah whatever." you chuckle following both the brothers to the car.

"Head to the library on north street. Up there." Sam points. It was a short drive before you all arrived but there was weird tension with Sam, dean and you traded a "you getting this?" look every now and then through the rearview mirror.

Parking in the lot near the entrance everyone steps out of the car. Sam hadn't spoken one word besides asking the librarian for the news archives from the years between 1936 and 1988. Each of you grabbing a stack of files out of the box. Sam leads to a table in the far back of the room. Dean expecting his brother to say something- anything on what you both should be looking for he shakes his head.

"If anything stands out that screams' crime scene, show us. We don't know when he started killing so it could be anywhere in the timeline from his early adult hood to the year he died." dean eventually said seeing as you were frozen before the pile of papers. gulping down you began to go through the stack.

A quarter into the second hour and you were already banging your head on the pile. Dean bobbed his head and knocked back whatever was in his flask.

"Think I found one-" both you and dean exhale, collapsing in your seat as Sam continued. "1939 Gorge Ness was reported missing, he was last seen with... Brooklyn Webber."

"Webber? The wife of Andy?" dean said running his hand through his hair.

Sam tilted his head "looks like it."

"So, what, Andy finds out his wife is having an affair then kills her lover?" you add in.

"Could be actually." Sam says furrowing his brows