Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things

You sit in the hot tub, eyes closed, music flowing through your headphones at a volume that is probably too loud for long term health. It's a shitty motel hot tub, but it's warm , and on a snowy night like tonight? It's perfect.

Snowflakes cling to your hair and lashes as you rest your head against the wall of the hot tub. You could probably drift to sleep like this, if left to your own devices.

"Baby." Dean's voice rouses you from almost sleep and you feel his fingers tug out one of your earbuds.

"Mm." You respond, forcing your lids back open as you stare up at the man you love. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He kisses the top of your head before, to your surprise, climbing into the warm water next to you. "Can't sleep."

"Me neither." You admit. "You left Sammy?"

"He's finally getting some rest. I figured one of us should." His voice betrays his sullen mood and you grab his hand under the water and give it a squeeze.

"You're still upset about the vampires, aren't you?" You guess.

Dean sighs and you know you've read him correctly when he tilts his head back and forces himself to relax. "I wanted to kill her, Blue. I really did."

"You want to kill lots of stuff. Why is it bothering you so much now?"

"It's not."

"Dean." You take your other earbud out and wrap your ipod with the long cable, storing it carefully on the side of the hot tub.

"What?" He quips defensively and you try not to feel offended.

"Don't do that." You climb into his lap, smiling softly when his strong inked arms circle your waist. He lets out another sigh.

"What if dad was wrong?" He finally says after a long pause between you.

"Your dad was wrong about a lot of things. This is just... another thing."

"It makes the job harder."

"No... it doesn't. You save people, Dean. That's not going to change. You never shoot first and ask questions later, you always have cause. And when you don't? Guess what? The vampires walk. That's what makes you different than Gordon, and John. It's a good thing."

Dean presses his forehead to yours and holds you for a moment that feels like a lifetime. You love these shared seconds between you. Like you're the only people in the whole world.

"I wish I could see things like you and Sam. I wish the world wasn't just black and white."

"Well, good thing you don't have to figure it out by yourself." You smile at him and he kisses you.

"Did I ever tell you about my first hunt? I mean, without my dad." Dean asks.

"I don't think so. I remember reading something about it in your dad's journal."

"It was a ghost hunt. Two nuns fell in love with each other and when they were discovered, they killed themselves." He explains.

"Oh... why?"

"They were both women."

"Was the haunting violent or... why did John decide to take it on?"

"It was a test. To see if I would salt and burn the bodies of two people whose only crime was falling in love. My first hunt by myself and it was simply an obedience test. And you know what? I did it. I didn't even blink. Not until after."

You silently trace his tattoos with your finger as he speaks, following the harsh lines as they wrap around his muscles and flex under your touch.

"Dean..."