You were warned not to go into the enchanted forest, but there was something that was calling to you, and you ran in anyway. You shouldn't be talking to strangers, shouldn't be eating unknown fruits. You shouldn't have done a lot of things.
Summary: will you live happily ever after with bears? And who saved you?
Pairings: Sam/Dean/Castiel X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, talks of werebears, mentions of a breeding kink, death of a major character, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2K
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"What did he tell you?" the shorter man almost screams at you. "Are you on the apples now?"
"Dean," the taller one throws a hand out to place his hand to the other's chest. "She's in shock look at her," he turns to look at you, "I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean. Have you eaten apples today? They kinda favor using the apples. Being um...are you on apples?"
"No, I don't think so. Not today."
"Which ones have you eaten?" he asks calmly, walking closer to you.
"The first day in the woods, I had a bite of a green one, but they kept feeding me the red ones. They were baked in things."
"Dammit. The green ones. Fucking Andy," Dean holds his fingers in his eyes, his whole face scrunched up. "What did he tell you?"
"The green ones bind you to the...I'm stuck here, aren't I?" both of them nod their head, and when Steve stirs a bit, Dean kicks him. "And they can make you fall in a deep sleep, or can be a deadly poison. And the red...is he really a bear? Have I been...I'm gonna be sick."
"Werebear actually. The other two are harmless, minus a bit painful to the woman they want to mate with at first. From what they told us, you would get adjusted to it," Dean gives you a bright smile, and then shakes his head. "This son of bitch won't quit eating them. You're like number..."
Sam looks over at you, and he sees your face fall, "Three. There was just three before you. You are the first one Mr. Baby has called to. We had hoped you wouldn't answer. You had a strange pull, huh? The little black bear ate from the green apple tree?"
"A tree that no other tree is around. All of you are the same, see a cute bear, and you ate a stupid green apple because it did?" it's true, you nod your head at him. You had figured if a bear was okay to eat the apple, you would be as well.
"What's the deal with the apples?"
"Green ones equal poison. Certain death with potion, except true loves kiss. It keeps you in the woods. Not that it would have been easy to get out. Red ones can equal glamour. You get a kind of high from it. Your bears keep you fed with apples so you don't see them shift. They can't control it when they're having fun. They want to mate with you, and judging by the looks of you, they have. He," Dean points at Steve still passed out cold.
"He always halts the process. They're the only werebears left. Trust me, we've looked. They want to have a den full of cubs. But that trash, he ate a yellow apple and now he can't quit eating the girls."
