Reality - Sam Winchester x Reader

The Bunker

When you woke up, it was because the steady rumble of the engine had stopped. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, we're here," said Dean from the front seat, looking back on you in the rear view mirror. You groaned and turned inwards, flipping back over quickly when you were met face first with a Winchester crotch. Both Sam and Dean laughed a full laugh as you sat up and covered the intense blush crawling across your face. "Shut up," you mumbled, grabbing your bag and opened the door. You shut the door behind you and your jaw dropped. "It's real," you sighed, mouth dropping open and eyes wide in awe. "Yeah, it's better on the inside. We call it The Batcave," said Dean, swooping an arm around your shoulder. "No, we don't," remarked Sam from the trunk. "How much do you know?" he asked, letting go of you to walk towards the door. "Built in 1935, it was originally created for the secret society called 'The Men Of Letters'. It took three years to build and is powered by both the nuclear power plant and the river on the other side of this old factory, which is obviously a disguise. It is the supernatural motherlode, containing every bit of knowledge on every single thing that crawls in the night. If knowledge is power, then this is the most powerful place on Earth. But it's not the only one. There's hundreds of them scattered across the world, just none of them used since the Men of Letters disbandment in 1958 by Abaddon," you rattled off.

"Well, someone knows her stuff," said Dean. He was obviously impressed, and so was Sam, judging by his slack jawed face. "And you just remember everything like that? That was a college level lecture. You know the dates and everything," said Sam in disbelief. You blushed and said, "Yeah, well, I've seen all the episodes thrice over." Dean scoffed and opened the door with the key. You rushed forwards with your bag slung over your shoulder and peered around his shoulder to see. It was pitch black and you couldn't see. "Hey, Dean, you mind helping me?" asked Sam. Dean was already inside, so you turned back and went to the car. "Great, grab-- Oh, (Y/n)," he said. "Dean coming? I need him to carry in a heavy box," he continued. "How about I can take these and you take the box? Dean's already way out of ear's reach and I don't mind helping," you compromised. He agreed and handed you three bags for each arm. They were heavy, but books could have weighed more. You stumbled in and went down the stairs, ignoring the Bunker's beauty until you set down the bags. Once you set (or rather, slammed) down the bags, you sighed and turned. It took your breath. "Holy God." 

It was just like in the show, only brighter and better. Books were piled high and papers were scattered across the tables. At the end of the tables was a hallway you knew turned off into another hallway for the bedroom and, eventually, the kitchen. The war room was bigger now that you were in it and no lights were flashing on the lit table map of the world. You meandered over to the table, letting your fingers dance on the smooth wood until it ensnared a paper with handwriting you knew to be Sam's. The a's were written the same way and you felt a towering presence behind you. The chuckle let you know it was Sam. "You cross your capital a like it's an unfinished star. I've always wondered since that episode, was that how John taught you? So you'd remember how to draw a Devil's Trap?" you asked, pointing to one of them as an example. "Yeah, he did. I was young, and I guess it stuck," he said, stepping a little closer so that his chest was touching your back. You felt the warmth radiating off of him and a smile twitched at your lips. 

"Are you really just staring at my notes on the daeva demons, (Y/n)?" he asked in a low voice. When you didn't reply, he tried to take the paper from you, but you slipped away, tilting your head slightly. "The daeva, it's a shadow demon, right?" you asked. "Yeah, so?" he said, obviously confused. "The sigil for them, it's called a, a, uh, a Zoroastrian sign, right? And it looks like this," you said, searching for a pencil. He handed you one off the table, wanting to see where you were going with this. You scribbled down what you knew to be the sign from the season one episode and laughed when you finished it. "Hey, Dean!" you yelled, a grin stuck on your face. "What?" he yelled back, popping his head out from behind the wall. "Look something up for me, will you? It's called the vashta nerada!" He came closer to you and leaned around his brother to see the sign. "What's the whatever you called it have to do with a daeva?" he asked. "Who turned out the lights?" you said with a shit-eating grin. The boys shot you a confused look, but you scampered away down to the Bunker's data base.

"Is she making any sense to you?" asked Dean. "No way, man," said Sam, even though he had a smile on his face. Dean looked his brother up and down before saying, "You like her, don't you?" "No way, Dean, I just met her. She's just... cool, is all. She's smart and funny and makes connections is all," he protested a little to quickly for Dean's liking. "Uh-huh, whatever you say, lover boy," smirked Dean. Sam rolled his eyes and went to look for you.

He found you knee deep in books, flipping your way through the back, muttering "Who turned out the lights?" over and over again. "What's this vfasnjkfsdanj you're talking about?" he asked, leaning up against the wall. "Okay, one, it's called vashta nerada, and two, it's got the same sign as a Daeva demon, they have the same likeness, same traits, same shadowy thing, and both lethal. The thing is they're from two different shows. If this is real, if you're real, then there could be Time Lords and Daleks and Cyberman and consulting criminals and a third Holmes brother and everything, but I know that it's just you guys because... because I just know," you finished in a huff, flipping another page to find what you needed. "I freaking KNEW IT!" you shouted in joy. You handed the book to Sam, coming around so that your shoulders were touching. Well, his elbow was touching your shoulder. "Here, look. 'The Vashta Nerada are ravenous hunters able to strip the meat from a body with a frightening speed and efficiency. They tend to avoid light, often concealed in patches of dark that resemble shadows, hence the general warning to 'Stay out of the shadows' if you suspect these creatures are close. They are carnivorous and can take over a host to eat their meat, coming from the forests of Vashta Nerada.' Take that, Sammy!" you said, flicking him with a finger. 

"It's Sam to you, (Y/n)." 
"Nah, I like Sammy."