Intentions: Sam x Reader x Dean x Castiel

Chapter 19

Day 1:

Dean Pov

I hold y/n a little tighter when I wake up. I watch her breathe and thank God for every breath she takes. She's sleeping between me and Cas on my bed, and I make a mental note to buy a bigger bed because I'm currently almost falling off the bed.

I look over at Cas on her other side and see that he's still sleeping too. Good, it'll give me the time I need to get through to Sam. Forget what he said about me and Cas. When he choked her like he did.. I almost lost it.

I slowly climb out of bed, wanting nothing more than to stay next to them, but I have to talk some sense into him. I slowly open my bedroom door and close it softly behind me.

I look through the crack in his door, seeing his bed empty. I look in the kitchen, the screening room, the library, but can't find him anywhere. I take a shot at the garage and when I get closer I can hear noise from the other side of the door. Good, they won't hear us unless we get into a screaming match. And maybe not even then, they're pretty heavy sleepers.

I grab two beers from the fridge and walk into the garage, seeing Sam working on a truck. "Hey." I announce myself as he's leaned over the engine with the hood up.

Sam looks up, nodding his head once. "Hey." He responds calmly before turning back to whatever he's working on.

I walk over and hand him a beer as I lean against the side of the truck. "So, about last night." I attempt to bring up the subject.

Sam wipes his forehead, taking a drink before looking at me. "What about it?" He asks with a curious look on his face.

I bite the inside of my cheek, hoping to keep my anger in check. "You ready to tell me who you made a deal with? Because you said it wasn't Crowley, and unless you have God in your back pocket, I don't know who else it could've been. Not to mention you've been different." I explain as calmly as I can.

Sam sighs and leans on the truck next to me. "Fine, if it'll get you off my back, I made a deal with Lucifer." Sam says flatly.

My eyes widen as I look over at him. "Lucifer? Like the devil?! Did you free him? We have to fight him again?!" The questions spill out of me one after the other as my composure starts to crack.

"Dude, calm down. No, I didn't free him." Sam responds, looking at me like I'm the one who made a deal with the literal fucking devil.

"So he just brought y/n back, what? Out of the goodness of his heart?" I ask, somehow even more confused than I was two seconds ago.

Sam sighs and tilts his head back for a second before lifting it again and facing me. "No. Like I said, I made a deal. But I didn't free him." He responds, like that gives me any more details.

I move off the car and run my hand through my hair. "So explain it to me Sammy, what did he want?" I ask him.

"A bet." Sam responds. When I give him a questioning look, he sighs and continues. "He bet me that she wouldn't love me if I wasn't myself. I told him she would, and he laughed. So, he took my soul for a year. And if she still loves me after that year is up, I get it back and she continues to live." Sam explains casually as he takes a drink of his beer.

My mind is in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. When it finally registers to me what he said, I can't help but snap. "So let me get this straight." I pinch between my eyes. "You not only bet your soul. But you bet her LIFE?!" I yell in confusion.

"Calm down. She'll still love me in a year. It was an easy bet." Sam shrugs.

I throw my empty beer bottle on the ground, the glass shattering on the cement. "WHAT THE FUCK SAM?!" I shout.