Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Everybody Loves a Clown

(A/N: I saw somewhere that Dean was supposed to be covered in tattoos but it wasn't in the budget at the time the show was filming. I'm rectifying that PRONTO. The man is now covered in tattoos. You're welcome.)

John is dead. He is really, really dead.

Neither you or the brothers can deny the bitter truth any longer. You watch the hues of orange from the fire begin to grow larger, his dead body wrapped in a cloth as it burns in front of you. The smell. You'll never forget it. You stand in the middle of an empty field after you and the boys had hiked a few miles through the woods in search of a proper place to burn a body without being caught by the cops.

The whole concept of a funeral had seemed a bit bizarre to you, but who were you to deny the boys the one thing they insisted upon after watching their own father die? You had done some research and found that this is a super common practice for hunters — a warrior's funeral, dating all the way back to the viking era. Instead of sending John down the river in a boat, you laid him to rest on some broken branches. The boys had doused him in tablet salt before lighting him ablaze— which is probably for the best. You watch the smoke rise into the cloudless night sky as you feel tears on your cheeks.

You turn your head just enough to stare at Dean from the corner of your eye; he stands there with his hands shoved inside the leather jacket that was given to him by his father, one of the few things that still remained. His facial expressions almost impossible to read. He stares off into space, as if he is trying to make himself seem emotionless.

Sam on the other hand, the poor boy is allowing himself to let it all out with tear stained cheeks. You reach out and wrap your hand around his, squeezing it while giving him a warm smile, the least you can do while the brothers mourn their unexpected loss.

"Before he," Sam speaks up, breaking the tension filled air, but he stops suddenly when he sobs out a shaky breath. "Before he," He tries once more, but he still can't get it out. You look at him, trying your best to allow him to find his own words. "Did he say anything to you?" He asks his brother. "About anything?"

Dean fixes his eyes on the fire while keeping silent, making you wonder if he is keeping something from you and his brother. John had to have said something, hint at anything to explain what had happened just a few days ago. But if he did, Dean isn't going to be the one to spill the beans. The look on his face is enough to tell you that. "No." He mumbles. "Nothing."

You loose a tired sigh and reach your free hand out for one of Dean's. Out of all the people you know, Dean just isn't the sharing type. Which is fine, you guess, except for the fact that he gets pissy when you aren't in a sharing mood either. To your surprise, he brushes your hand off. You try your best to not let the motion wound you.

Dean is lost in a world of grief, somewhere far away from both you and his little brother. Not only did he lose his father, but he lost the chance to get revenge on the thing that killed his mother. You just hope he comes to you when he realizes he can't cope with this shit alone. Nobody can.

-

Bobby's shower is so much nicer than the ones found in the shitty motels across America, that's for sure. It's a claw foot tub made into a shower probably by the man's own hand. The shower curtain is faded from years of use, but the water pressure is delicious and the shower head is set to a rain setting that somehow reaches all of your body at once.

"Vi?" Sam's voice cuts through the sound of the shower and you peek your head out to see him awkwardly looking through the opening of the door like he'd be chastised for intruding.

"Come here." You open the shower curtain, letting in a rush of cold air as you welcome the giant into your space. You both need it.