Wings of Desire -Dean Winchester x Fem Reader-

Chapter 1

Dean:

"Ah yeah baby! what a fucking hunt Sammy!" I said to Sam proud and full of energy, while we where making our way to the kitchen. This hunt was one of a hell. Every day these damn vamps be getting better and harder to kill and of course a fucking pain in the ass, but that is what gets me and Sammy goes, the adrenaline, the rush of the unknown. "Yes it was, they are getting hard to kill, jesus" Sam said while fixing a couple of sandwiches for both of us.

As much as hunting is our life style and job, sometimes I just want to get a mini vacation from all of this, get to the beach, be wasted on some new random bar, get some one night stand... but it's a little difficult to be able to free us from all this. There comes a point where you just decide to throw down the keys and screw the rest, others can take over, but, Sam and I are legacies.

Legacies on which the entire world depends, we have earned the title of being bad as hunters, but also hated by a few for being stubborn, but hey, this is how we have managed to stop the apocalypse, which we started, but yeah whatever we took responsibility on it.

I sit in one of the chairs at the table with a beer in my hand watching my little brother how tired he looks. I know he wanted to be a lawyer, he even managed to get into Stanford with a full scholarship, but our idiot father had to get in the way and drag him into this miserable life. 

Maybe there is no turning back, but I know that deep down he wants a family, and have his title and a normal life. I want that for him too. For me, there is no remedy, I have to be the legacy that continues until my death, I don't want my offspring, if I ever have, be on this life either. So the winchester legacy ends with us. Maybe... 

"Are you going to break the bottle or are you going to drink the beer?" Sam says chuckling, directing his gaze between me and the bottle. I got so lost in thought that I didn't realize I was white-knuckling the bottle. It makes me so angry and frustrated that I can't have a normal life, but I have to learn to live like that. "I'm sorry, I'm tired and I have a lot on my mind," I said in a low voice, rubbing my hand over my face and settling into the chair, trying to get rid of all this stress. 

Sam puts my plate in front of me and sits in his chair with his plate and a glass of water, always so healthy.

We stood in silence for a while, clearly both completely exhausted from the hunt. We each finished our plate, I got up and picked up everything on the table, taking it to the dishwasher when we heard a loud sound coming from one of the rooms. "Did you hear the same thing as me? I think it came from the map room" said Sam, scared and alert, with his gun in hand ready to face whatever came to visit us. 

"Yes, clearly we have company, stay behind" I ordered as we left the kitchen and headed to the map room. Whoever the hell is here now, clearly is coming to fuck with us this late. I hope its has good reasons to bother us, or otherwise, will be deade in a blink of an eye. 

 It can't be Castiel, he would have come straight to us, so who else could it be.

I pull my gun out of the back of my pants, aimed and ready to shoot whoever is here. Yes I know, I have to change the way of shooting and then asking, nah, lies, that's Sam's job, asking and then shooting.

 "Do you smell that?" I say to Sam in a low tone. We stop in the middle of the hallway. That smell is well known, it cannot be one of them. I guarantee you that he or she will not come out alive. I wonder what the hell they want now, we haven't done anything to upset anyone, we're calm.

We've barely gotten to the bunker. The vampire nest has nothing to do with it. "Yes, but why they are here, what do they want now?" Sammy says furious and full of adrenaline. We return to the game. 

Chuck! when can we fucking rest?!

We get to the map room, and sure enough, there was a damn demon, walking non-stop from side to side, about to make a hole in the floor. he looked stressed, something rare for a demon. Normally they come full of fury to destroy everything in their path. but this one... there was something different about him. 

"Hey! "What are you doing here, what do you want?!" Sam shouted, pointing his gun at the demon who stopped dead and directed his nervous gaze quickly in our direction. he looked lost, scared and anxious. My sixth sense quickly activated, something bigger is happening here, for a demon to come to our bunker without the need to kill us.

 "Please don't shoot, I come in peace, I need help" said the demon with his hands in the air, surrendering in front of us. Sam and I exchanged glances and knew something wasn't right.

My killer instinct was already about to come out. Every time I looked at this trash in front of me, my blood only boiled harder. I'm not in the mood for this, I'm fucking tired and I just want to go to sleep. 

I need to rest to be able to continue, but no, this one decided to come and disturb the little peace we had. Just seeing him standing in the corner of the room makes me want to put a bullet in his head. Others can take care of whatever he need. I gladly send Crowley to him if that's what he wants.