Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Red

**For some reason the last chapter Interrogation didn't want to upload. Please let me know if you have an issues accessing it.

You could only watch in trepidation as Dean stormed out of the library, heading to the garage where you heard to roar of the engine and the squeal of the tires as he drove Baby out into the night.

"What now?" You asked Sam, who shrugged.

You stood there nervously, as Sam sat down at the table, pulling out a book. "Seriously? You're just going to read in a time like this? Dean is going to come back and ream us a good one. Shouldn't we be coming up with a game plan?" You asked him, your voice raising at the end.

"What do you want me to do? Pace the room? Call the whole thing off? Y/N, I know Dean's going to be pissed, but I know I'm doing the right thing!" Sam argued.

"But Sam, this could push him over the edge, and what happens if it does? I don't know if it's a good thing for him to know yet." You pleaded.

Sam placed his hand over the open book, his hazel eyes pleading with you to understand. "Y/N, let's just wait and see what he does when he comes back. He could be so preoccupied with Eldon that he completely forgets about it."

Sighing, you sank down into the seat across from Sam, placing your head in your hands. "I hope so." Was all you could say.

It wasn't too long before Dean returned, wet, weary, and empty handed. "What happened?" You asked him, getting up and grabbing him a glass of whiskey to warm himself with. He sat down next to Sam, sipping his whiskey, seeming calm which scared you more than if he was angry. Because a calm Dean meant he was planning something, or seething inside.

"The son of a bitch left a trail easy enough for anyone to find. I followed it as far as I could, but then it ran dry. Not sure what happened, because he wasn't anywhere nearby." Dean explained, before downing his drink in one gulp, before standing up and moving to the head of the table, standing between you and Sam. You could only stare up at him nervously, waiting to see what he would do next.

"Maybe he gave up on wanting the book. Maybe he realized it he was wrong, and we had truly burned it." You suggested.

"Well you see, I wondered that. But then I got to thinking, it's a good thing that book burnt, because it would be horrible if a family like the Steins got there hands on it. It was burned, wasn't it Sammy?" Dean asked, placing his palms on the table, leaning down so his eye sight was the same level as Sam's.

"Dean, you saw me throw the damn book into the fire." Sam said, and you bit your lip, hating the fact that Sam was still lying to his brother, and that you were in the middle of it.

"Well, you see, when you were on your phone, again, Eldon told me something interesting. He said that the book can't be destroyed. Says that it can't be sliced, diced, shredded, burned, drowned. Cannot be destroyed. Ain't that crazy?" Dean said, his voice quiet and deadly.

Before Sam could answer, or you could blab out of fear, Sam's phone went off. All three of you stared at it, Sam's hand inching closer to it. " Sam, you answer that, so help me.." Dean threatened, but Sam ignored him, picking up the phone.

"Hey." He answered, his voice betraying the fact that he was caught in a hard spot. "What?" He said, his voice rising, and you knew something had happened, but you had no clue what. Shutting the call down, he placed his head in his hands, his body tight with despair and frustration.

"Sam, you never burned the book did you. Who was that on the phone?" Dean asked, his tone booking no room for argument.

"No, it was never burned." Sam said quietly, lifting his head up, his eyes red with frustration.