《The Unnatural》Reader x Supernatural

Along For The Ride

It was about a twenty minute drive full of turns that you could not keep track of. You laid in the back seat of a little car you were certain the boys had stolen; the pain began subsiding but the trauma remained in full. Your mind tortured you, repeatedly flashing back to the memory of your family; the family you would never see again. You heard the silent cries falling from their crimson mouths as they laid along the dark tiles in your mind. Such innocent lives taken long before their due. The voices of your siblings rang in your ears; their confusion and pain blocking out every other sound.

You heard the brothers arguing about what would be the best option for you. Dean reminding his younger counterpart that they were still flying low. Although your vision was impaired due to your throbbing head, you saw Sam look back at you every five minutes to be sure that you were still alive and alright. Once the car came to a stop, Sam ran into a small structure. Dean came and helped you from you position; wrapping his strong arm around your waist as you draped your arm along his shoulders. Sam returned and unlocked the door to a crappy motel room; you and Dean on his heals.

You were led to the nearest bed and sat down immediately. Sam went to gather a first aid kit as Dean pulled a small bottle of whisky from the minibar.

"Drink up." Dean demanded as he handed you the amber liquid.

You coughed after downing the contents of the glass; Sam had returned with the first aid kit, handing it to his brother. Dean wiped away the blood that had began to dry on your forehead with a towel that was dampened by Sam, being careful to mind where the various cuts graced your face. He then pulled out alcohol pads and pressed them against the wounds; a burning sensation consuming your cheeks. Once your face was mended, Dean began work on sewing up the gash along your scalp. Sam wrapped your injured wrist firmly in an ace bandage.

"Where are we?" You asked with a tired voice.

"Bismark. We were going to push all the way to our setup in Montana, but you needed to be taken care of." Sam said as he laid your hand on your lap.

"You did good, you know that right?" Dean commented as he pierced the flesh on your skull with a needle.

"Yeah." You laughed. "I did a good job of getting my ass handed to me."

"I don't know if you noticed, but she was bleeding; yes it was black goop, but she was bleeding. You didn't go down without a fight, and that's what is important." Sam stated; you could feel the thread pulling your skin together and winced in pain.

"You should have seen Sam after his first monster fight." Dean added with a chuckle. The long haired young-ling shot his brother a sideways glare.

"We've all had our asses beat. As long as we continue to get up, we will get stronger." Sam smiled before returning to his seat and his attention to his laptop screen; his thumb roughly rubbing his left palm.

"Is there anywhere else that needs to be fixed up?" Dean asked as he snipped the bloodied floss and threw the remainder to the side. "Anywhere else you are hurting?"

"I was kicked in the che-" You stopped yourself; it was just a kick, there is nothing he could do for a bruise. "I think I'm good. Maybe just a shower."

"Where were you kicked?" Dean asked with a softer tone.

"It doesn't matter. I am fine." You restated. "I just need a shower."

"Are you sure you should?" Dean asked with his arms folded. "I mean you can't exactly stand by yourself. You could have a concussion or something."

"Are you worried about me, Dean?" You teased with a raised brow; his jaw simply clenched.

His eyes were intense, with every sense of the word. It almost seemed as if he was fighting some form of internal battle when he looked at you with his jaw clenched and brow knit. You felt a tinge of something unfamiliar in your stomach when he looked at you this way; his apple eyes piercing your very soul.

"Take your time. Just yell if you fall or anything." Sam gave permission, interrupting the awkward stare session.

"And if you do decide that kick is worse than you thought, say something." Dean added quietly.

You stood, ignoring the dizziness and pushing the bile in your throat down; making your way to the duffle you had packed. After pulling appropriate articles from your bag you went to the small bathroom. Once the door was shut and locked, you began undressing slowly; avoiding the injured places of your body. You unwrapped the bandage Sam had just completed, laying it on your pile of clothes. You looked in the mirror at your bare chest as a breath caught in your throat.

The largest bruise you had ever laid eyes on painted your chest. Purples, blues, reds, yellows, and grays all came together creating a decorative piece of art between the base of your rib cage. The purple hand prints on you neck and the cuts along your face made you angry at the fact you did not fight it off more efficiently; that you were not the one to kill the Leviathan.

You started the shower and stepped into the warm water. It helped relax your muscles, but it caused your stitches and wounds to burn like someone was taking a blowtorch to them. This wasn't your first fight and it most certainly wouldn't be your last, but the pain that was controlling your body in that moment made you feel hopeless. It made you feel weak.

The thought that there was no going back to your old life began to set in. Even if you wanted to go back (which you really didn't), there was no changing what happened to you. There was no way you could unsee what you saw this night; there was no way you could forget what you read and experienced. What did this make you? You weren't really a hunter; maybe more of a hunters accomplice. Now knowing what was really existent in the world, you couldn't go back to the mundane job you had before; tracking down thieves and adulterers. It was too soon to say where you would end up in the near future. The only thing you knew was that you were along for the ride.

Once your fingers began turning to raisins, you climbed out of the shower and dressed yourself in leggings and a loose band tee. You carefully re-wrapped your wrist and combed through your wet hair with your fingers, avoiding the stitch job Dean had done; finally exiting the bathroom. As you stepped out onto the carpet, you saw Sam still seated at his computer in the small kitchen area, and Dean sprawled along one of the beds with the TV remote in his hand. Dean's eyes were closed and quiet snores erupted from his throat; you smiled at the sight.

You shoved your dirty clothes into your bag, zipped it shut, and put it in the corner of the room. Knowing this room did belong to the boys, you decided to respect their authority. You pulled a pillow from the bed opposite to Dean and grabbed the spare blanket from the closet. You laid the bedding on the ground and tucked yourself into the makeshift bed. It was uncomfortable, but you were perfectly content with your little patch of carpet; it was safe.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked; you sat up to see him looking at you with a confusion contorted face.

"I am going to sleep." You replied monotone.

"Not down there." Dean stated as he clicked off the TV and stood from his bed with a grunt.

"I'm not going to take one of your beds. This is your room." Your eyes began to fall closed in exhaustion.

"Get on the bed." Dean demanded as he pulled the blanket away from you, rubbing his eye. "You are not sleeping on the ground."

"I'm taking the floor." Sam stated with his glare on the screen in front of him.

"Guys-"

"I thought I said no arguing." Dean sassed as he pulled you from the ground and nudged you towards the empty mattress.

You were to tired to give a witty remark to the elder brother, so you instead climbed into the bed that had belonged to Sam and welcomed the warmth it offered.

"Thank you." You mumbled as you fell to sleep at a rapid rate.

((A/N: I need to get a better hold of my uploading schedule. A thousand apologies. Hopefully I will be posting my One Shot/Imagines book either tomorrow or the next day. Suggestions will be open for that book. The Unnatural is quite a process to write, but I love it. I hope you are enjoying the story and you will stick around for the adventure to come. Stay tuned because intense and exciting things await in the future! Till next time, Carry On.))