Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Were-pire

The sing along did something you hadn't seen for a long time. Both brothers loosened up, acting as if they were still in their twenties and nothing mattered. You sat in the backseat, letting the brotherly banter continue, not wanting to interrupt it at all.

As the trip wore on, Dean and Sam would argue about anything and everything, sometimes dragging you into the conversation. As you sat there, munching on a burrito, you almost choked when Dean slapped his brother's hand away from the steering wheel. You almost wished you hadn't come along, just so the two brothers would have had a chance to get to be brothers again. They were close, so much closer than the past couple of years, but you knew they both yearned for the days of pranks, and no lies in between them.

Curling up in the corner of the seat, you drifted off, letting them argue, and banter, and anything else to their hearts content. Of course, as you sat there, your mind drifted from the happier moments happening in front of you, to worries of tomorrow. And Amara. That woman, whatever she was, scared you immensely. You knew, without a doubt, she had the power to remove you from Dean's side. It frightened you, the hold she seemed to have over Dean, how much she was drawn to him. She might be missing, for now, but sooner or later you were going to have to deal with her again, and you weren't ready.

"Hey." A voice sounded, as your knee was gently slapped. "Scoot over." You opened your eyes, to see Dean peering down at you from the other side of the backseat. Your brain still fuzzy, you could only stare at him, your brain and your body not connecting. 

"There's no hotel even close. We're gonna get a few hours of shut eye, then move on in the morning." He said, as he sat down with his back against the door. With one tug of his hand on yours, you were sprawled across his chest, and he took the opportunity to stretch out. "Mmm, haven't been in this position for a while. Too bad Sam's sleeping up front." He said softly, as his hands rubbed up and down your back, getting dangerously close to your butt.

"Hey, I heard that." Sam grumbled, and you could see the top of his head as he switched positions in the front seat. You were even amazed he fit up there laying down, but you knew if you looked over the seat he would look like a pretzel. 

"Hey, we weren't the ones taking the backseat for a ride last night." Dean teased, and you giggled, squirming as Dean's hands tickled against your sides. His touches gentled, and you found yourself being once again lulled to sleep, scooting down a little so Dean could get more comfortable. As you lay there in a state of unconsciousness, you hear Sam's voice, quiet and unsure. 

"Hey Dean, do you remember Mom's  song that she always used to hum?" Sam asked softly, and you pretended to be asleep, even though truthfully you almost were.

"Yeah, the one Dad always played for us? Called Someday soon, or something like that. You were just humming it in your sleep." Dean answered, his hand still soothing on your back.

You heard rustling in the front seat, before Sam spoke again, his voice sounding timid, younger and more unsure of himself. "Dean, I think I'm having visions again. I think I had one just now. It was Dad, but it wasn't really him. He was younger, and said everything I wanted to hear, which was weird."

"Yeah, doesn't really sound like Dad." Dean agreed, his chest vibrating near your ear with his words. 

"Well, anyways, they said the three of us, we're the only one that can stop the darkness." Sam kept on. "Maybe it was a vision from God."

"Woah, stop right there." Dean's voice raised a little, his hand stilling. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, making sure not to wake you. "Why would you say God? He's long gone, and I don't think he's coming back."

"I prayed to him, and that's when the first vision happened. Back at that hospital, after Y/N and I were infected." Sam said, but Dean stopped him.