Saving people (young Winchesters x reader)

chapter 3:

I walked along the sidewalk leading into town. I was excited to meet Sam and Dean at the coffee shop today again.

We'd been hanging out for a week now and they were fun. Although I'd never been to mine, we still had ways to hang out.

I was so excited, that I hadn't even had the patience to go home and put on decent clothes. I was wearing the clothes I'd worn when fishing today.

A black tank top, shorts, and I wore my hair in a messy bun. I wasn't really insecure about anything except for my accent because I'd never had anyone to impress.

However, the other for some reason I kept wondering If my hair looked good or if my mascara was rubbing off when I was around the boys.

Or specifically Sam.

Those hazel eyes and adorable dimples made me so nervous.

But they both are just friends. Even if they are guys.

I'd get used to them.

It always started out like this. I had no reason to impress anyone. I walked farther down the sidewalk, finally spotting the café.

I did a fist pump in the air. I was so happy my nervous- I mean, excited thoughts took up the time.

I walked to the door of the café, opening it, and hearing the usual bell jingle. I looked around, spotting Sam and Dean sitting at a table in the corner.

It had three stools, one for each of us.

Thank the lord it wasn't a booth.

That would be unnecessarily awkward.

I took a confident stride toward them but bumped into someone on my way over there. I fell on my butt, watching as the one who pushed me aside was walking toward Sam and Dean instead.

What was her deal?

She turned her head back and gave me a sinister grin. That was when I realized who she was.

Jenny.

She was the girl who picked on me for my accent when we were at school. It was summer break...but that still didn't stop her from ruining everything.

I felt a pain in my chest, reminding me I'd forgotten to take my pills before breakfast today.

Shit.

It was okay, I'd just take them when I got home. I stood up, walking toward the table and glaring at the back of Jenny's stupid head as she chatted with Dean.

Obviously flirting.

But everyone knew her relationships didn't last long. But since Dean had just gotten here, he didn't. Which meant I had to stop her.

"Hey. Jenny. Get lost."

I sat down in the third seat, crossing my arms.

"No way you're telling me what to do, country girl."

she tried mimicking, but I was too happy to let it bother me. "I am telling you what to do already. You're just not listening. Do I need to make myself clear? Are you that dumb?" I stood back up, trying to keep my satisfied smile back from how irritated she looked.

"Look (Y/N) ...just- sit. It's okay...one more person wouldn't hurt." Dean said, looking at Jenny with a grin. I looked at Sam, hoping he was on my side.

He narrowed his eyes toward Jenny, making me a little happy that he was against her too. "Dean...it was just going to be us." Sam cleared his throat.

Dean sighed, looking at Jenny, then to me. "Fine...maybe some other time..."

Dean sat back in his chair, with a sigh. I sat down, a smug smile on my face as Jenny rolled her eyes and walked off.

Sam sighed too, looking at me then to Dean. I tried to hide a wince as I felt my heart beating faster randomly.

I shifted uncomfortably as a painful sensation pulled at my chest. I put a hand over my heart, feeling it beat. I could almost hear it pounding.

I sat up, inhaling a deep breath, closing my eyes.

I held it in for

...1...2....3

It slowed after a moment, and I opened my eyes. I saw Sam giving me a concerned look.

"You okay, (Y/N)?"

He asked, his eyes scanning my face. I nodded, "Yep...all good. Just, needed a second. I'm okay now." I smiled, feeling content. The pain was gone, that's good.

But I had to see the doctor again...which meant needles. And I did not do needles. Not ever. Always hated them.

I watched the waitress walk over to us, holding a notepad and pen. She winked at Dean, making both me and Sam roll our eyes.

Dean grinned at her, not just telling her he wanted a black coffee...but her number too. I told her I wanted a coffee with creamer and sugar, and Sam asked for a simple water.

All he wanted was water.

Probably what I should be doing, due to my heart cancer.

But I was a careless wreck, so I didn't give a shit about being cautious. I watched her walk away, and my eyes immediately were drawn to a hickey on the back of the waitress's neck.

I bit back a grin as I addressed Dean of this possible complication.

"Hey...Dean, might wanna rethink your decisions..." I pointed toward the waitress's neck, and his grin immediately faded.

"Ah...That's why she didn't want my number..."

Dean nodded, looking outside the window uncomfortably. Me and Sam couldn't help but laugh.

Dean shot us both a small, annoyed look, and Sam glanced at me looking as if he was about to burst out laughing again.

I bit my tongue to keep from laughing, knowing by the look on Sam's face if Dean were to get too annoyed, he'd blow up.

I sighed, sitting back in the chair, and gazing across the coffee shop. There were so many happy people...so many people I didn't know.

The sad thing was, I memorized half the people here.

They were from my homeroom.

But I'm known as the girl with that country accent.

The waitress brought our coffees- and Sam's water over. I grabbed the mug, taking a large sip, immediately regretting it.

It caught in my throat, making me cough. "Woah, (Y/N) ... careful..." Sam leant his head down to get a look at my reddened face from all the coughing.

I coughed again covering my mouth with my hand, and that's when I saw it.

A huge splotch of blood on my hand.

Crap.

It was happening again.

Almost every time I coughed from something in my throat, I'd cough up blood and get a little dizzy.

Luckily, I wasn't dizzy yet...but I had to get out of here and get my medicine before anything else happened. I stood up, using the table for leverage.

"Hey guys...uh, I gotta get outta here..." I said, starting to get dizzy.

Shit.

This wasn't supposed to happen. "You okay, sweetheart?" Dean stood up too, and Sam did too. His eyes were immediately drawn to my hand...

there was more blood.