Gemini (Supernatural Rewrite Sam x Reader x Dean)

Hunted

A/N: Sam girlies — this one is for you. Strap in. hehe.

Also, is anyone going to the convention in Austin next month? I'd love to meet up with anyone, i'm going alone! ❤️❤️ i can take 1 person with me to my photo-op with jensen AND/OR jared i think! 👀

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You stare at the man standing in front of you, licking your lips to keep them from chapping in the crisp autumn breeze that cuts across the lot. Seconds tick by after you repeat the question, after you ask Dean what the hell he's about to tell you about yourself and his little brother. The anxiety building in your chest drums out every rational thought. It pounds in your ears, your ribs, your throat, like your heart's going to punch straight out of your body and land on the pavement. When Dean opens his mouth, you stop breathing. You read every inch of his body, he's nervous. His fingers twitch. His jaw tightens. He can't seem to look either of you in the eye. Whatever he's about to say, it's going to carve into you like a blade.

"He said that he..." Dean begins slowly, finally dragging his eyes from the lake to Sam. His voice tightens with each word. His brows pinch together like it hurts to say it aloud. "He told me to watch out for you two. Take care of you."

"John's told you that a million times," you say automatically, brushing it off with a shrug. But when Dean turns to look at you, it's clear. This time's different. There's something in his stare...something heavy...that freezes you in place. It finally starts to sink in.

"Well, Blue... this time was different." Dean sighs quietly and drops his eyes again. "He said I had to. Protect you. Before it could get worse." He makes a move like he wants to reach out to you, and you recoil.

"Protect me from what?" you shoot back, your tone sharpened by the sick twist forming in your stomach. You glance at Sam for backup, but he looks just as lost as you feel. You swing your focus back to Dean as he exhales again and shifts in place.

"There's more," he admits. "The crossroads demon...she told me other names. Other people who made deals. And one of them... was familiar." Dean's voice turns quieter. Serious. A little haunted.

Your breath catches. You furrow your brows at him. "Who?"

"Beth made a deal. With the yellow-eyed demon."

"That's not news." Your eyebrows pull together in confusion.

But Dean's face doesn't change. No smirk. No trace of irony. It's the same look he gave you the night your mother died, when he had to say the words again even with her body still lying there on the floor. You look away fast.

Dean swallows hard. "She made some sort of pact... to have a child." He blurts it all at once like ripping off a Band-Aid, like he knows it'll hurt either way. "And that was you, V." And before he can stop himself, the rest slips out in one terrible breath. "The demon told me David and Beth are dead... because of you."

You open your mouth, ready to snap. Ready to tear him down for throwing that at you like it was nothing. But something deep...something cold and buried in the back of your mind...catches you. Stops you. A sliver of doubt whispers maybe. Just maybe. But then the louder voice, your own, screams back: demons lie. That crossroads bitch played Dean like a fiddle. She used truth like a hook, then spun the lie right in the middle of it. She got under his skin. She knew exactly what to say. And Dean, vulnerable, grieving, scared, was ripe for it.

You bite your tongue, forcing yourself not to feed the fire. You stare down at the pavement. You need the spotlight off you. Now.

"Y—you..." Your voice trembles as you suck in a breath. You glance at the lake again, then back at the brothers. Their faces are unreadable, but you don't want to waste the effort trying to decipher them. "John told you something else. About Sam. Before he died." You shut your eyes for a second, forcing yourself to focus. "Dean... what did he say about Sam?"