Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

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I tried my best to swing behind me with my iron pick but it felt like I was losing more and more air by the second. I was beginning to lose hope.

But Sam didn't say I had to get his head, I dropped the pick lower and was able to swing through his leg. He vanished and I caught my breath. I had to work fast, I didn't know how long I'd have before he came back.

I looked around for something I could use to pick the lock on the cuffs. When I looked at the seat, I realized I didn't have to do that. The head cushion, where I'm cuffed to,  is detachable. I took the cushion off and my cuff hung only from my wrist and wasn't attached to a thing. I unlocked the car and ran from it, still holding the pick in my hand.

I stood in the middle of the street, holding the pick out. I heard gun shots come from the Sheriffs house and prayed that it came from Sam or Deans gun and not the Sheriffs.

"Come on out, you son of a bitch!" I yelled, waiting for the thing to try me again. I hated waiting.

The thing came back, it popped up behind me and wrapped my wrists with rope so tight, and threw me in between two trees. I almost dropped the pick. I yelled in pain, praying someone would hear it but the thing wrapped his hand over my mouth. He was smiling, but now that I really see it it wasn't a smile of enjoyment but more of pity. You could see it in his rotting eyes. I twisted my wrist against the rope trying to swing the pick, despite the burning pain.

It burned so badly I had to squeeze my eyes shut to control the pain. I didn't even notice when the thing burst into flames, taking his thick rope with it. I dropped to the floor, hitting my knees on the front lawn of the Sheriffs home.

I laid there gasping for air. The burning sensation lingered on my hands and feet. The cuff had tightened so much my hand was almost purple. My shoulders must have been pulled out of their sockets. My bruises on my neck must've almost been entirely black. It was a miracle I didn't pass out.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), hey, hey, hey. You're going to be okay." Sam rolled me from my hands and knees into his arms, he picked me up delicately from the ground. His voice was soft and comforting as the tears started rolling from my cheeks.

"Did you burn the bastard?" I squeaked out. The two men laughed,

"Yeah, we got him." Dean told me, Sam placed me in the back seat of the car, "I don't think that's the question you should be asking right now."

"Shut up." My voice was hoarse, and it hurt to talk but I didn't care. I was safe.

~

The boys took me to the hospital that night and made sure I was okay. We told them I was mugged. A nurse took care of me for the night and I was released the next afternoon with only a few bruises left, and the burns that are "probably going to scar."

"Look who's walking and talking again." Dean said as I walked myself out of the hospital and met the two in the parking lot.

"Yup, good as new." I rolled my shoulders, "Where do you guys go from here?"

"Wherever the crazy takes us." Dean said, keeping his hands in his pockets.

"Really?" I let out a breath and smiled, "Well, see I was thinking. Since I have literally nothing left in this town: my apartment was set on fire, no pet, no real friends, no boss. I was wondering if you guys wouldn't mind having a plus one for a couple of weeks? I'd like to become a hunter, like you guys."

"What? No. No way." Dean looked at me like I were crazy, "Being a hunter isn't just something you just decide to do. It's a lonely life, a horrible one. We've watched our friends and family die in the worst ways imaginable. (Y/N), keep the normal life while you have it."

"I didn't. I know I might not have as crazy a story as you do but I'd say my life is already as lonely as it can get. I joined the crime investigation team to help people. And now that I know that there's a whole different level of threats that's been hurting people for centuries I can't just walk away from that. You guys have to know what that feeling is like." I crossed my arms but winced when the heat of my arm touched my bandaged burns, "Listen, either you're teaching me or I'm teaching myself."

"Dean, can I talk to you for a second." Sam intervened.

Dean didn't say anything but followed Sam off to the side. I kept my back turned to them so they didn't think I was eavesdropping, I really couldn't hear much but what I could hear the bits and pieces were:

Dean: No! No Sam, we're already having a hard time with the two of us and you want to add a third?

Sam: She's a determined girl. She's going to do it either ... She'll die out there if no one teaches her how to defend herself. You said it yourself she's like a sister, she fits in with us.

Dean: You're the one who's always promoting a normal life... Is it because you want to get laid by a hot girl Sam because now is not the time!

Sam: What? No, all I'm saying is... Consider all the options here... Maybe if she sees what it's really like she'll beg us to bring her home.

Dean: ... Whatever I just don't want ... If she dies it's not on me.

That was all I could hear. When they came back I turned around and they both looked down at me with different levels of concerned looks.

"Fine." Dean said looking away from me, and staggering back and forth.

"Yes! Thank you!" I celebrated, I hugged the both of them without really remembering they're probably not the hugging type. Sam held my head and Dean held my upper back. It felt nice and welcoming despite Dean's lack of real consent.

"Don't celebrate too quick, if you're traveling with the Winchesters: you're going to have to get a little something first." Dean said pulling the collar of his shirt down, Sam followed suit and showed the upper side of his peck.

They held a tattoo of a pentagram. I looked at it and furrowed my eyebrows, "What is this some sort of gang?"

"No, of course not." Sam said, "It keeps demons from possessing your body."

"Demons?" I repeated the word.

"Oh yeah. When it comes to us we're like demon bait." Sam admitted. I still wanted to do better, I wanted to help people. I wanted to still try. People get tattoos all the time, right?

"Alright, can't be too bad can they?"

~

"It's bad! It's bad!" I yelled as the needle pierced the back of my neck. It had been about 3 days since the hospital and my bruises had almost fully cleared. I put it there so it could be more easily hidden. Plus that was the place I was first touched by a ghost, so it's fitting. I had to squeeze onto both Dean and Sam's hands.

"We told you it was going to hurt." Dean kept his face sharp.

"Worth it?" Sam rose an eyebrow.

"Sure, worth it." I tried smiling but I could only wince instead as I tried to stay still.

"Back of the neck isn't really a good place for the least pain either." Sam commented.

"Yeah well, my boob wasn't really a good choice either." I grunted. The two of them chuckled.

It was going to be worth it though. I would learn to be a hunter from the Winchesters. This marked the beginning of a new life for me.