Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Hell House

A/N: this shit is very DEAN heavy this week. Please know, Sam heavy is COMING. I try to keep it balanced but sometimes... you just gotta. 🤍 you guys.

"You have one new message: 'Violet, are you there? I called you five times last night and you still haven't answered any of my previous messages. I need to talk to you about what happened. Just...please. I need to get clarification for what I saw, what I said. I keep telling myself that it was a dream, but it feels too real. Please, Vi, you're the only one I can trust right now.' End of message."

You close your cellphone with a sigh before your lips form a thin line in annoyance. It is yet another voicemail from Josh. You begin to think about throwing your phone directly out the car window, but you shove the damn thing back into your bag and reach for the nearly destroyed copy of your favorite book.

The entire situation sucks. John escaped after you all managed to dodge another attempt at your lives— fucking demons. Josh is testing your patience. All you want to do is curl up with your boys and forget the world for a while. But Dean insisted on keeping up the hunt, after all, the demon could strike at any time.

Fuck that, you think to yourself. With all this anger building up inside you, there needs to be something to do to expel some of it before you kill Dean for playing the same album twice in a row. Reading your silly book and hunting for cases is as good as anything, right? Of course there's always... physical ways to blow off steam too.

A chuckle from Dean causes you to break concentration from your book. You look up front to see Sam is still passed out in the passenger's seat, quietly snoring, having no idea what his brother is up to. You watch as the oldest keeps the steering wheel straight while he leans down and grabs a plastic spoon from the seat, leftover from lunch. Ever so slowly, he places the utensil between Sam's parted lips.

Dean fetches out his cell phone, deciding that this moment is too precious to lose, he positions the camera to his brother's level and snaps a picture. You let out a small laugh. You lean over your seat slightly and examine the work, you shake your head at Dean while he laughs to himself.

The rock music suddenly becomes loud, Dean amps up the volume as an alarm clock for his brother to wake up. Sam is still for a few moments, getting himself back into reality, but it doesn't take very long for him to taste the plastic. His body jumps up from the seat as he tries to grab the spoon that is stuck between his clenched teeth. You have to laugh at Sam's attempts to get the spoon out; he quickly throws the spoon to the ground, face scrunching up from the realization that the spoon had been the same one Dean used to eat his lunch.

Dean just taps his hands against the wheel trying to sync with the beat of the song, obviously enjoying the moment of victory. Dean's smile is intoxicating, as usual, and you rest your head on the seat between them to feel closer and included.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Sam mutters, leaning over in his seat so he can turn down the music. He draws his hand back up to his mouth to get the lingering substance off from his tongue.

"Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas—you kind of got to make your own." Dean says. He overlooks the endless scenery of trees and farms that line the road.

"Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean." Sam groans, still annoyed with the grin that his brother wears proudly. "We're not gonna start that shit up again."

"Start what up again?" You ask the brothers. Dean's lips pull into a small smirk while he looks at Sam for a few moments, acting ever so innocent. The other one rolls his eyes.

"That prank stuff." Sam says to you. You nod your head slightly, a quiet laugh escaping your lips when he becomes angry while discussing the topic. "It's stupid, and it always escalates."