Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

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A/N: totally not to be one of those unhinged fanfic authors but this chapter is so late because i got into a car accident AND have covid. thank you for patience and interactions. ❤️

Sunlight poured through the cracks of the closed blinds as you toss over to your left side in the motel bed. Dean shifts behind you, roping his arm around your middle as he holds you against his warm body. Your tired eyes look at the peace written across Sam's features as he finally gets some much needed rest in the bed across from you.

Your tired eyes cast over the room that you have been crashing at for the last two days to try and catch up on some much needed sleep. However, during the time of your small relaxation, all you managed to do was snag three hours each night. Between Dean insisting you remain as snug as possible against him, and Sammy's nightmares... you were either overheating or overbearing as you roused the latter from sleep.

Everything was becoming fucked up because the nightmares were coming back for you too. It wasn't the ones about your mother that you have been having for the past eight years. These were different—they were about your father, a man thats been dead for twenty-two years in just a few short days.

You don't remember much about your father; you knew his face well enough from the small memories you still had and photographs that your mother had lying around your home after you moved from Kansas. From the stories your mother told you, he was a goofy man that didn't like it when someone was upset. He always found a way to make sure everyone around him was happy and laughing.

Your mother recalled the times when she would wake up in the middle of the night to check up on you when you were still an infant. She would catch him just holding you in his arms, rocking you back and forth while telling you stories he would make up on the spot. His voice was the only thing that would put you to sleep when you were acting fussy right before your bedtime. Your father hated it when you cried or even just whimpered, even though that's what babies do. He just wanted to make sure that you were taken care of and knew you were loved. Even if he could only tell you for the first two years of your life until he passed away in his sleep. Supposedly.

His sudden death always bothered you when you thought about it. Your father was a rather healthy man. It was strange when you read on his death certificate that he died from a heart attack. He was quite young for someone his age to have one. You tried asking your mother about his cause of death, but even the thought of that night would always send her off into some sort of mood for a long lecture about bringing up things from the past. "Let it go, Violet. He's in a better place." She would always say. Oh, how you tried.

Each anniversary of your father's death, at least a week before, you would be plagued with nightmares of that night when you discovered his body in your parents' old bedroom. You wouldn't tell anyone about it because you thought your mother would become angry at you for bringing him up again. You couldn't tell your school friends, they would probably think of you as a freak. So, you buried it and went on as if nothing was wrong.

You rub your eyes and try your hardest to get yourself untangled from the older Winchester so you could get up and use the bathroom. You know the boys would wake soon after they hear you padding around the room. You slide your legs out of the cozy bed, and Dean grunts in protest as you leave the bed completely.

Three days, you think to yourself. You just need to survive three days of this and everything will go back to normal.

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"Alright. I've been cruising some websites. Think I found a few candidates for our new gig." Dean sits at the small table with the laptop open. You are sitting on one of the beds, focusing your attention on the wall as you take another sip of your coffee, not paying much attention. Sam is on the next bed beside yours, drawing something with a pen. Both of you lost in your own thoughts.