Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Salvation

The boys have barely spoken to you. Sure they let you sleep in their beds, taking turns as usual, but that doesn't mean they snuggled up to you like they usually do. No. Far from it. It was like they couldn't be far enough away from you. Every time their legs brushed yours, they moved away as if you had burned them. Needless to say, it fucking blows. You aren't sleeping as well as you should be as a result.

The only person not treating you like you have a contagious disease is John.

Speaking of John, he is around here somewhere, perhaps lurking in his own room. You had a good talk the previous night as you waited for the boys to fall asleep so you could sneak in and get into bed. You promised him you would try to rest up for the fight ahead. But here you are, on your third cup of shitty coffee. Old habits die hard.

The sound of shuffling papers and soft snoring is all that can be heard throughout the room. You sit at the table with everything John had given you last night to go over. Your mother's journal remains tucked away. You've stolen glances time to time. Another little secret you weren't quite ready to share with anyone. The news of your mother being a hunter isn't exactly new, but the depth of her involvement in the lifestyle is more than you had previously imagined. You want the mysterious hidden within the pages all to yourself.

You were mostly caught up with the information John had found; patterns, victims, locations. He had tracked this demon like a predator studies prey. He's dedicated the last 20 years of his life chasing this thing, determined to get revenge for all of your sakes. Everyone you or he have ever cared for is dead because of this monster.

"Violet?"

Your eyes snap up from the paper to see Sam sitting up in bed, a small smile spreads across your lips when you catch sight of his ruffled bed head and drooping eyelids. The past few days had been the first time in a while that the boys could sleep with a bit more peace of mind. It's weird to think that in just a short amount of time, everything will go back to normal. Sam would be back at college studying to be a lawyer. Dean and John back at hunting like a team. And you back at home. Your nails dig themselves into the wood of the chair at the thought.

"Go back to bed." You whisper, making sure not to wake up the other sleeping brother that hasn't moved since three in the morning. The sun is now peaking through the clouds that pass by ever so often. "I'm sure your dad will be in here soon enough to wake us all up."

But he doesn't listen to you. Sam shifts around in bed until he's sitting up. You drop your eyes back towards the paper you were previously reading when he decides to get up. Just as you finish reading a page and reach for another, you stop yourself when you feel a pair of eyes on you. Looking back up, you see that Sam is observing you, like something about you is off. You furrow your eyebrows at him, opening your mouth to question why he's staring at you, but he speaks up first.

"How are you?" A nice choice of words for someone who hasn't spoken more than a few sentences to you in days.

"....Fine."

You try to leave the conversation at that, not sure if he's trying to make small talk or trying to get something out of you, neither of which you are in the mood for. A minute passes by when you finish reading a page of notes, just as you reach for another stack of papers, they're ripped out from underneath your fingertips. An annoyed sigh escapes your lips when you see Sam is now hovering over you like a concerned parent. He can see the dark circles that had been forming from the nonexistent sleep this past week.

Quickly, you reach up and try to grab the papers before he can read them. They are his birth certificate and Mary's death certificate. Both dates are underlined with at least three question marks around them. If he somehow makes the connection, you know that the guilt will break him. No amount of promising him it wasn't his fault will fix it.