Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Simon Said

"You can't just barge in there!"

"Watch me."

"There's such a thing as privacy, Vi."

"He's been in there for fifteen minutes. Nobody takes that long to go the bathroom."

You pound your fist against the bathroom door of some creepy, rundown gas station that is truly serving all the wrong kind of weird when you notice a strange colored mold growing out from the cracks in the walls and graffiti you don't bother to make sense of. Your frustration can't be mistaken as your banging grows louder the more Sam ignores you. A few moments pass until you finally decide to do it. You wrap your hand around the doorknob and twist it, getting ready for whatever the youngest brother must be doing in there.

"Come on, Sam, zip it up, Let's hit the—" You swing open the door, but stop dead in your tracks at what you see. Sam is leaning over the grimy sink, out of breath, like how he would look like if he had a sudden burst of pain that wouldn't go away, kind of like the migraines you get yourself on rare occasions. But never did you have the same side effects as he did. A bad feeling begins to sit in your stomach when you realize what must be happening— again. "Road." You mumble out the last part.

"What?" Dean asked, hovering over you now to see what is taking so long; but it didn't take much thought to see that his brother is hunched over in pain, hair matted down from running water over his face. You and the oldest brother look at one another for a few moments before slowly closing it, giving Sam a few moments to collect himself. You lean yourself against the wall and let out a sigh. As if you hadn't had enough problems to deal with—Sam, the psychic boy wonder, is at it again. At least it's only one of you, this time.

When you're all back in the car, you pay most attention to the younger brother. He had insisted on another vision and needing to see Ash.

You cross your arms over your chest, watching as the bickering between the two brothers starts back up again. While you aren't sure who is right this time, you keep yourself quiet, knowing very well that the demon must be involved in this sort of mess. It always is.

"I don't know man." Dean says, still not coming around on the idea. "Why don't we just chill out, think about this?"

Sam reaches out a hand and turns off the radio, letting the car go silent for just a moment before speaking up again. "What is there to think about?" Sam questions, he gives his brother a look, wondering what is making him so turned off to the suggestion. This could be your chance to find out if the demon is out and about, again.

"I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea." Dean says.

"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it." Sam declares. His brother rips his gaze away from the road to look at the man for a few moments, you don't fail to notice Dean's look of disbelief. "This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where." But before Dean can continue shooting down the idea, Sam cuts him off. "Plus it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."

"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there." Dean finally says, acting as if it was hunting season and his little brother is the biggest game of the season that everyone is searching for. "I don't know if—if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"

"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asks, you can feel the hurt in his voice.

You lean forward in your seat and pat him on the shoulder, a smile spreading across your lips, trying to keep them from arguing again. "You've always been a freak, Sammy. But so have I. And your brother's always been a jerk." You add, slowly turning your gaze to the other man. Dean flashes an innocent smile, letting himself focus back on the road again as you drop yourself back into your seat. The car ride towards the Roadhouse now nothing more than silence.