Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

iv.

"Rise and shine, (Y/N)." Dean woke me up, it took me a second to adjust and remember where I was.

Both of them were already dressed and ready to play FBI. I sat up on my couch cushions which had separated during the night.  I rubbed my back and looked at the bright light seeping in between the motel curtains.

"Sorry about the cushions-" Sam started, but I stopped him.

"It's the least I could ask for. I'm just grateful I'm not dead in my apartment right now." I said. I stood up, the ache dull. I probably just needed a shower to relax my muscles.

When I was about to ask, my phone began to ring. When I saw the caller ID I started to skip heartbeats.

"It's the Sheriff." I told them, "Do I answer?"

"No, no, no." Dean stopped me, "Don't answer. We're about to go see him and ask him and his wife questions."

"I can't just stay here-" I argued against it.

"You're going to have to. It's okay it's day now, the spirit seems to only attack at night." Sam told me, "We're only a phone call away, call us if anything seems suspicious. If you can get anything else from your memory or in the articles that can help, it would be really appreciated."

"Can't I just be let in the crime scene? Maybe if I looked at the scene I could find something or looked at the body?" I suggested, hoping to get a bite.

"Not now. For now we need to make the Sheriff think you're either dead or missing. We'll be back in an hour." Sam assured me. Dean fixed my salt circle.

"I still can't leave? I thought you said it was day." I crossed my arms.

"It is, but without us around there's no telling what you could get into." Dean said throwing me the TV remote, "Stay there, we'll be back."

Then they both left me there in the room. I should've listened to them, considering they're the experts and everything. I couldn't use my phone out of fear that my cell signal might be found so I turned it off. I watched TV for about a half an hour then I was just too bored and I felt disgusting.

I got up and took the chance to shower. When I looked myself in the mirror I knew why I felt so gross. I looked like death. My eyes were dark under the eyes I had trouble deciding if they were bags or bruises. My neck had not only bruises but welts. Clear finger marks were on my jaw, the surrounding skin paler than usual. When I took my shirt off to get in the shower was where things got even worse.

I saw it out of the corner of my eye: my back had shallow scratches they seemed to say something but I couldn't read it. I turned the water off, the shower is going to have to wait. I threw my shirt back on and ran out into the hotel room.

Sam and Dean were already inside, I didn't even hear them come in.

"What did we say about staying inside the circle?" Sam started scolding me,

"I don't have time for a scolding right now I need you to read my back!" I rushed and started to lift my shirt up for them.

"Wh-what?" Dean protested uncomfortably.

"I saw it when I was about to take a shower, I can't read it. What does it say?" I asked. Basically shoving my back to them.

"Well, I know why you couldn't read it. It looks like it's in another language." Sam stared at it.

"Is it a language you can read?" I asked,

"No, but we know someone who can." Dean said, picking up his cell phone.