Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Hookman

There were a few things that had changed since Dean Winchester had declared his love for you — out loud.

1. No more separate hotel rooms. This is both good and bad because Dean is a very good cuddler but he often smells of cheese and fryer grease.

2. It was as if the older Winchester's confession had stirred something inside his counterpart — Sam. He had always been soft with you but now it's... heated. Something akin to a warm flame blooming in your skin at his touch, at his glances.

"You're sure you're ok?" Dean asks softly, his hand reaching for your as his thumb brushes over your knuckles. A soft gesture you're not used to, not from him. Sam, maybe but... Dean wasn't the affectionate type. It lulls you from your thoughts.

You sit outside of a local cafe enjoying the sunshine and the quiet chatter that's around you. As you sip your favorite coffee, you turn your head to see that Sam was wrapping up another conversation with the police on the phone. Dean sat on the laptop typing and clicking away at some site. It felt so strange to see them in each other's normal positions. Dean doesn't understand google and Sam hates cold calls, but something tells you that Dean had insisted on staying with you — giving Sam the responsibility that the older Winchester would usually shoulder.

You look at Dean, watching the sun make his emerald eyes glitter as he stares at you. "I'll be fine. We should talk about... everything, though. At the very least to understand the shifter... psychic stuff better."

"I wish it worked both ways... so I'd know what that bastard said to you without you having to rehash it."

"I... don't mind. It was all unpleasant and maybe marginally traumatizing but... I'm a woman, Dean. The risk is always implied... for that."

"Did he do more than—"

"No. He was just handsy. I promise."

You look up to see Sam sitting back down at the table, sliding next to you as he gives you a soft glance. He'd been so gentle with you, it was almost heart breaking.

"Your half-cafe venti vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis." Dean mocks, glancing up from the screen to Sam.

"What happened to your usual order, Sammy?" You nudge him with your elbow. "Did you decide it was disgusting? Because it is."

"You seem to like it, so I wanted to see what the fuss is about."

You aren't sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. Your cheeks heat and you turn your attention to your breakfast, taking a large bite of pancakes.

"Simp." Dean comments, smirking as his fingers type away at the laptop.

"Shut up." Sam mutters.

"So, anything?" You ask with a mouth full of food, speaking before swallowing.

It doesn't strike you as odd that Dean isn't overbearing when it comes to his brother and you. Almost like he knows Sam and you have a special bond, just like you and Dean share.

Sam gives you an admonishing glance as he notices your chipmunk cheeks full of food. Surely he expects this kinda thing from his brother, but not you. He put his phone back into his jacket pocket for safekeeping. "I had them check the FBI's missing-persons database. No 'John Does' fitting the description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations."

"I'm telling you, I don't think Dad wants to be found." Dean says, staring at his little brother. He changes the subject as he turns the laptop towards Sam and you. "Check this out. News article out of Plains Courier Ankeny, Iowa. It's about a hundred miles from here."