Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Devil's Trap

Dean's face was a stoney mask, his eyes fixated on something elsewhere. Though you knew that look, the eldest Winchester brother is terrified. You watch as he drops his hand to his side and flips the phone shut. Your own heartbeat pounds in your ears while you wait for one of them to break the silence.

It can't be true. It just can't be. There's no way a demon outsmarted John fucking Winchester. All of this had to be some cruel joke, maybe the bitch is bluffing. You wait for Dean to compose himself so the three of you can work out a plan, but he looks shaken.

"They've got dad." Is all the shorter brother says before he begins to approach you. The two of you still had yet to really kiss and make up, but that didn't matter right now. You allow the man to collide with you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you move your hands to cradle his head. You feel the wetness of his eyes against your neck and you shush him gently as he keeps you in a tight embrace. He needs you right now, they both do, fuck the rest.

"Meg?" Sam asks, though you all already know the answer. Dean nods his head as the answer, and you nod too so Sam can see, and the act makes him immediately clench his jaw. "What did she say?"

"I told you, Sammy." Dean says, pulling away from you, not wanting to repeat the same words again. He keeps himself quiet for a few moments, running his hand over his face to hide the evidence of his emotion. "Okay."

You watch as Dean heads over to the nightstand and retrieves the colt. Confusion crosses your mind as you watch him grab the thing and stare at it for a few moments before shoving it into his back pocket. He rushes for where your bags sit and he tosses yours to you before opening his own.

He's going to run. "Baby?"  You ask him softly.

"We got to go." He shuts you up. Judging by the rate he's packing, he's ready to go whether you and Sam join him or not. His speed inspires you and the younger Winchester to find some quickness of your own as the three of you flit around the room, packing your belongings.

"Why?" Sam questions, following behind his brother when he began to put on his leather jacket.

"It knows we're in Salvation." Dean answers, but Sam doesn't look satisfied. "It knows we have the colt. It scared Violet so bad she nearly went into a coma. It's got dad. It's probably coming for us next."

"Good. We've still got three bullets left." Sam tries to argue, but Dean cuts him off.

"Listen, tough guy, we aren't ready for this. We don't know how many of them are out there and we're no good to anybody if we're dead. We are leaving. Now." Dean scolds Sammy like a child and hoists your bag and his own over his shoulder as he gives his younger brother a pointed look.

Well, let's just hope you all had enough training to overcome whatever the fuck is about to happen. Together.

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It takes all of your conscious effort to not flail around the backseat like a plastic bag in the wind as you claw the seats to combat Dean's reckless driving. He's surely going to kill all of you before you even make it to John. You force your eyes closed as you tighten your seatbelt for the sixth time.

"I'm telling you, Dean, we could've taken him." Sam mumbles. After almost ten minutes of perfect silence, Sam speaks up, and of course it's in protest.

"We need a plan." Dean argues back, while managing to keep his tone calm. "They're keeping dad alive, we have to find out where. They're going to want to trade him for the colt." Sam shakes his head and you groan. "What?"

"If that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam asks. You and Dean are quiet for a few moments, slowly realizing what he is hinting at. "Dad, he might be—" You try to stop him from speaking, but he dances around the topic more. "I don't want to believe it any more than you, but if he is, another reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the colt. We can still finish the job."