I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader] Book 2

4.19 Unraveling*

A/N: Fellas. I am making a potentially controversial decision. I'm switching to 2nd POV midway through my series. Hear me out- I'm planning to go back and change everything before this chapter to 2nd POV eventually, when I finally get around the editing the story. Might do that before I start season 5. I don't know WHY I chose to write a x reader fanfiction in 1st POV six years ago, but I have regretted it ever since.

In other news: SMUT* AHEAD! You heard me right, SMUT! No implication, no fade to black, no robbery. Strap in gang. Without further ado...

Dean was horrified.

That was one of the many words that came to mind as he watched Sam slash open a demon's throat and sink his teeth in. Disgust also fit, as he watched blood pour into his little brother's mouth and spill over his lips. Horror, disgust, confusion.

The demon crumpled to the floor, and Sam raised a single hand. He straightened his palm and aimed it at Amelia Novak, the wife of Castiel's vessel. The woman, possessed by a demon, began to writhe as if on hidden marionette strings. Thick black plumes billowed from her mouth and scorched the floor as the exorcized demon descended back to Hell.

Betrayal. That was what Dean felt next. So that was how Sam had been juicing up his powers–by consuming demon blood.

For a moment, he thought he was going to be sick. Sam had been hiding this from him since... God, for how long? There was no time to dwell on it when the Novaks were dying.

Dean lunged for Amelia, who lay sprawled on the ground. His fingers spanned her neck- good, she had a pulse. When he turned, he saw Claire- no, Castiel- hunched over Jimmy, who writhed in a pool of his own blood. He had been shot sometime during the fight, Dean was fairly certain.

"Claire?" Jimmy demanded, his voice firm despite the blood mixed with spit on his lips. Amelia groaned and shifted under Dean's hands. He glanced between the woman and her dying husband, then hefted her to her feet. The woman clung to him as they shuffled towards Jimmy and Castiel in their daughter's body.

"She is chosen. It's in her blood, as it was in hers," came Castiel's reply. Dean's heat sank. Jimmy would die, and Cas would take the girl instead-

Jimmy shook his head as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Please, Castiel. Me, just take me. Take me, please."

The angel hesitated and, for just a moment, looked back at Dean. The little girl's, no, Castiel's brows furrowed, and Dean realized his traitorous, lying brother, still blood-soaked, had settled in beside him. Amelia shuffled away from Sam, her heart rate spiking, not that the younger Winchester seemed to care.

"You will not die or age," the angel reiterated, and Jimmy nodded frantically along with his words. "If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred, a thousand more like it."

"It doesn't matter. You take me. Just take me."

Castiel remained frozen for a beat, then a bright flash encompassed the pair. When the light diminished, Claire lay crumpled on the ground and Castiel, now in Jimmy's bloodstained body, loomed over her. Dean flinched as Amelia Novak used his shoulder as a springboard to skitter to her daughter's side.

The blood-soaked angel turned and began to walk away. "Cas, hold up," Dean demanded, giving chase. The angel gave no indication of hearing him. "Cas!"

At that, he turned sharply towards Dean with a cold scowl. "I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean. I serve heaven, I don't serve man, and I certainly don't serve you."

And then he was gone.

Dean gawked as he stared at the space Castiel had just occupied. He spun to face Sam, then promptly turned his attention away from his stained brother. His heart hammered as he buried his hands in his hair and pulled at the roots. God, he felt like he was about to collapse. Everything seemed like it was spiralling out of control since they had met and lost Adam days earlier, and now-