Supernatural [Reader Insert]

58. When is True Love True?

When you woke up several hours later you squinted into the sunlight and found Dean was gone. There was a dull pain in your head, but you were pleased to find that most of the hangover passed while you were sleeping. Thank you, angel powers. You sat up and looked over at the bed next to you. Sam was gone, too. You lifted your eyebrows and looked around as you pulled your hair out of your face. Then you froze, the skin at the back of your neck prickling. The door to the room was cracked open. It was so quiet. You didn't see either of their bags. With a sharp inhale you shot out of bed and grabbed your gun from where it lay on top of your open bag. You stalked to the door, gun pointed stiffly at the ground until you found something to shoot at. Is it Crowley? Did he find me? Or are the angels getting vengeance?

Boots sounded on the sidewalk outside and then the door swung open before you could reach it. You held your breath.

Sam's chuckle sounded as he stepped into the room but he was looking back at his brother, "Like you were any better! And you knew what I meant when I said 'thingies.' You called me smart!"

Dean laughed, "Yeah, but–" He walked into the room and found you standing tensely in front of the door. He grabbed his brother's arm before he could walk into you.

"Woah," Sam teetered and took a step back as he noticed you.

Both brothers looked at your pale face and then the gun in your hands.

You took in a short breath, stiff now from embarrassment rather than fear, and let it out. Your shoulders relaxed and your arms moved to hang at your sides. "I didn't know– I thought–" You frowned and looked down and to the side, unable to look at the concerned expressions on their faces. You shook your head lightly, trying to clear the tightness from it. Now that the adrenaline was fading the dull pain returned.

"Uh," Sam started dumbly, then quickly continued, "No, it's our fault, we shouldn't have left you in here alone." He stepped toward you and his arms lifted slightly but stopped, like he thought he might hug you and then thought better of it. "We were just loading the car."

You tucked your gun into the back of your jeans and looked up at him with a sad smile, shaking your head for him this time. "No, that's fine. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." You tried to take in a calming deep breath, but it shook a little at the end. When you looked at Dean you found him staring at you with intensity, but you couldn't read his face. "I'm just–" you started to say and pointed back at your bag, then turned and walked toward it, "I just need to shower and then we can go."

You had officially killed the mood and the ride back to Bobby's was quiet. You were still tired, anyway, and eventually used the time to catch up on sleep. Crickets and cicadas were calling as the sun was setting when you arrived. You took your time sitting up and getting out. Sam was already at Bobby's screen door when Dean stopped you as you started to walk away. You turned at the sound of your name and walked to the back of the car, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

Dean was fiddling with ammo in a box, trying to get the shells to line up so they would fit. Not looking up, he said, "You told me you weren't having those dreams anymore, and then this morning..." he trailed off.

Chest tight, you said, "I'm sorry."

Dean sighed and set down the box. "No, that's not what I..." He looked up at you with a sadness in his eyes that made the tightness in your chest close up around your heart. "I just want you to be honest with me. I didn't know it was that bad."

You took a tight breath in. "I still have them, but not often. I didn't last night. ...But when you were both gone, I thought... I don't know what I thought." Your hands closed around the strap of your bag, knuckles white as you tried to focus on the feel of the fabric and not the fight or flight response you had hours ago that was trying to return.