Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Phantom Traveler

"This is all your fault." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at the impossibly built men in front of you. "Absolutely all your faults."

Everything that could have possibly gone wrong tonight for you, did. Thing One and Thing Two were taking up the entire sidewalk as the three of you walked to the diner — and some jackass in a truck hit a puddle and soaked you through to your very bones.

As if that wasn't bad enough, clumsy sasquatch spilled his fucking COFFEE on your backpack — and now all of your belongings stank of cheap bean water. Oh, it was official.... the three of you had been cooped up together far too long. One of them had to die, that was the only solution.

Wrath oozed from your pores as you stood at the precipice of the motel room. Spying only two beds, you audibly growled.

"Violet.... you're turning positively violet." Dean chuckled. "Chill out, we can all stay in the same room tonight."

Sam and you usually shared, allowing Dean privacy to be, well, Dean. He was gross and the food he ate stank up the room and the beer and the... ugh. He was so positively male. Not that Sam wasn't, he was just... more polite than his counterpart.

"I'm going to kill you." You whispered, though everyone knew it was an empty threat.

"We're sorry." Sam apologized for the thousandth time, taking your duffel from your grip as he headed into the stuffy cheap room. All though his words didn't match his tone, he sounded angry and exhausted.

Everyone had been off these past few days; you weren't sleeping well because Dean kept playing his rock music loud in order to keep himself focused on the road. Sam was a bit on edge because he was having nightmares about Jess again. Though he wouldn't admit that to anyone. Not even you, as you brushed damp hair from his brow as you roused him from sleep almost every night. And Dean was angry, well, simply because everyone else was.

It was around eleven at night when all of you pulled up towards a local motel. The goal was to get some sleep and look for a case in the morning. You were looking forward to some time to relax, away from the loud music and the bantering between brothers about the smallest things. And most importantly, the uncomfortable backseat of the Impala.

But when Dean and Sam came back from the front desk, you were given the news that there was only one room available for the night, double beds. Good for the boys. But not for you, since there was no couch for you to crash on. This meant you had two options: you were either going to sleep in the backseat of the Impala, or you could shoulder the pain of having to share a bed with one of the boys.

Deciding that you'd seen enough of the backseat of the car, you swallowed your pride and looked at the two Winchesters. They groaned in unison and protested, trying to change your mind. But you had your mind settled on the idea, even though you didn't like it yourself.

"How are we gonna do this, anyway?" Sam asked, stepping inside the room and flipping on a switch, letting light fill the room.

"Well, I'm obviously not sleeping with a half giant who drools all over his pillow." You dragged your gaze to Dean.

Dean followed you in, making sure to lock the door out of habit. The room was a decent size for the three of you, without feeling like you were on top of one another. The beds were about the size of a queen, but since the boys were so damn tall, you knew it was going to be a bit of a tight squeeze no matter who you ended up with. You'd have to manage for the night.

"Flip a coin, dude. I call tails." Dean suggested, a wry smile on his lips, digging his hand inside his pocket to pull out a quarter. When Dean tossed the coin in the air,  both brothers and you watched as it flipped several times in the air, before falling down and landing in the palm of the older Winchester's hand. He turned around and rested it on top of his hand, when he took a peek, he actually ruffled your hair as Sam broke out into a victorious grin at the sight of the bottom of the coin.