Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Croatoan

A/N: okay i promise there is more ✨mindless smut✨COMING. This chapter is HUGE for the plot so I wanted to focus on that. Strap in... we're just getting started ❤️

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Your fingers clutch the sheets of the motel bed; your body is covered in a thin sweat as it tosses and turns, trying to escape the taunting nightmares that won't leave your mind since you found it. But as much as you try to move, you can't. Something pins you in place. You can't open your eyelids or wiggle your fingers. Your mouth parts slightly, hoping a sound...something loud enough...might escape and draw someone's attention, shake you loose. But all that comes out is a pitiful whimper, one even you can't understand.

It feels like forever...stuck in that frozen place...your body screaming to be released from the darkness. You keep trying, keep pushing, and just when it feels like your own mind might cave in, your eyelids snap open as someone places a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. You don't move right away, but you register the dull throb in your neck from sleeping flat on your back.

Your eyes drift down from the ceiling after a moment of silence. Two figures stand in front of you...one parked at the edge of the bed, the other busying himself with packing the mess you left behind before slipping into sleep. Through the crack in the curtains, you can tell night is approaching. You've only been in town half a day, but judging by their movements, it's already time to leave again.

Before you can comment, your attention lands on the oldest Winchester. Dean has been strange ever since the crossroad demon. Honestly, everyone's been on edge since the truth about John finally came out. John made a deal. His life for Dean's. But your own secrets still sit heavy in your gut. You have questions, and your methods for getting answers might not sit well if you don't play this carefully.

Dean's voice cuts through your thoughts. "Do you guys plan this stuff out or what?" he mutters under his breath, clearly not thrilled about the situation. You frown, confused. But he doesn't explain. Just looks anywhere but at you, like he has for days now. It hurts, if you're being honest.

You manage to sit up, the fog in your brain lifting just enough for you to string a thought together, though going back to bed sounds like a top contender. "What's going on?" you ask with a yawn, obnoxiously loud and unapologetic. "Cops? I thought we were in the clear."

"We are," Dean answers. His tone makes it clear he's mildly offended you'd think either of them would be careless enough to get caught. He shifts his gaze toward Sam, who's standing by the door with your bags already packed. "Sam, our psychic boy wonder, had another vision."

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You keep your focus on the cell phone in Sam's hand. You still don't fully understand what's going on, but the coffee you chugged while slipping on your shoes is doing its job. Now you're sitting in the backseat of the Impala, elbows draped over the front bench, getting glared at for taking too long back at the motel.

The look on Sam's face says enough, this vision was serious. He saw Dean shoot a man. Just... murder, straight out. And even if the guy was possessed, Sam hadn't seen any clear signs. No black eyes, no smoke. You know Dean would never do something like that lightly. But if you're being honest with yourself, he's been different lately. Edgier. Still, you keep your thoughts to yourself. The air's tense enough. He hasn't touched you... since. Well, the last time.

"There are only two towns in the U.S. named Rivergrove," Sam says, feeding you the coordinates of this unexpected road trip.

"How come you're so sure it's the one in Oregon?" Dean asks, side-eyeing his brother.

"There was a picture. Crater Lake."

"Okay," you say, jumping in, "What else did you see?"

"I saw a dark room. Some people," Sam replies. His voice drops when he gets to the final detail. "A guy tied to a chair."