Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

vi.

I have been on the road with these guys for almost a week now. I have to admit, learning how to hunt is insanely difficult, but also really good knowledge to know.

We stopped in Vegas. The first night in the hotel, Sam insisted I take the bed instead of the couch. I argued that he's literally a giant and cannot fit on that couch but he didn't care. I allowed it because of how badly my body had began to ache.

The next morning when I woke up before Dean. I leaned up on my elbows and looked over to the couch, expecting to see Sam there. Instead there was a little note left. I got out of bed and looked at the note:

"Dean & (Y/N),
Sorry for the scare, I'm fine. I just need some time to clear my head. I'm out camping in the desert. I'll be back in a couple of days.
- Sam"

"Dean!" I sat on his bed to wake him up, Dean rolled around a little then looked at the window.

"We're on vacation, if it's not past noon don't wake me." Dean grumbled shutting his eyes tighter.

"Sam is gone." I said, which woke him straight up.

"What do you mean he's gone?" Dean stared at me, I handed him the note which he quickly caught up, "That bitch."

"Do we go get him?" I ask, unsure of what we're supposed to do in this situation.

"No.. No, Sam can take care of himself for a little while. He's crazy, and he's going to get an earful when he comes back. But I'll just enjoy my Vegas trip. " Dean said, then laying down.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Sleeping, take notes if you want." Dean grumbled. I decided not to ask anymore questions for a while.

I looked back at the couch where Sam was, I wondered what could have made him leave and need to clear his head.

~

The next two days Dean and I bond in some strange way. Over the gambling and the strip joints and all the great things Vegas has to offer. I told Dean he's welcome to do his own thing during the gambling but insists I'm his responsibility. Having a big guy watch over you isn't exactly a way to get guys to flirt with you though.

One time while we were drunk, Dean more so than I since I was taking it slow, he told me a very interesting bit of info. After I pushed him a bit.

"Dean, you gotta help me get laid tonight if you're going to follow me around like this." I teased him.

"Please, a girl like you shouldn't have to need any help. Just flash some guy your tits and he'll take you right on a poker table." Dean shrugged.

"I'm not flashing anyone!" I hit his arm,

"Then you're not getting help from me. I wouldn't do that to Sammy." Dean took another sip of his drink, like he instantly forgot he said it. I rose my eyebrow, suddenly interested in this new concept.

"So, you think Sam and a girl like me-" I started.

"Yes, but no." Dean cut me off, "Listen, I know my brother he definitely has his eyes on you, sweetheart. But guys like us, it's best you stay away from them. Usually dating a Winchester ends in either death, possession, or kidnapped by demons or all of the above and then some."

"Well you can cross one of those of the list." I lifted my hair up to reveal the tattoo.

Then before we could continue Deans phone had a text come through.

"It's from Sam.." Dean announced, "He's four blocks away?"

"What is he doing four blocks away? I thought he was camping?" I looked over Deans shoulder to see the text:

"348 Twain Ave.
WEAR FED CLOTHES!"

Dean and I went back to the room to change quickly, him into his Fed suit and I changed into black pencil skirt, black tights, white blouse and black blazer and heels.

We arrived at the address he gave us and at first I didn't want to believe it. It was the White Chapel.

"Sam said there was a case here?" I clarified.

"I'm not sure." Dean handed me a pistol and I slipped it in the back of my skirt.

We walked in and the place was practically abandoned to begin with. We walked down the hall trying to find Sam, when the light flickered. Dean stopped and lifted his pistol out from behind him and I followed suit.

I heard a rustling on the other side of the double doors at the end and nodded to it. Dean reached out slowly to open it, until Sam flew the doors open and revealed himself to us.

"Dean, (Y/N). It's okay, you won't need those." He reached his hands out to put our guns down, "C'mon." Sam lead us down the aisle into a chapel. He put Dean on the side to be his best man and me on the side of the bride.

"I thought you were off becoming one with nature and that crap?" Dean interrogated Sam.

"Uhh." Sam ignored the question he started pinning a boutineer on Dean, then handed me a bouquet of pink carnations.

"What is this?" I asked, really confused.

"Apparently, pink is for loyalty." Sam smiled, but it didn't seem like Sam.

"Alright then, what's the pretext? What are we crashers now?" Dean tried to speak under his breath, "What is this some kind of siren, or?"

"Oh, no nothing like that." Sam rolled his eyes, and announced to both of us: "So, I know this is sudden but life is short so I'll keep this shorter. I'm in love. And I'm getting married."

Both Dean and I's jaw dropped to the floor. Dean more or less just kept his face so straight he might as well have turned to stone he was in shock.

"Say something.." Sam pleaded us, more to Dean, "like 'congratulations' for example."

Deans face quivered, "What?"

I was surprised he could say anything. I was just there in shock. I mean only a half hour ago I was told Sam had a crush on me and now he's getting married? I mean geez, what does this girl have that I don't?

Before anything else could be said, the woman of the hour began to walk down the aisle in her big cupcake dress and long veil.

"What the hell.." Dean muttered under his breath.

Sam lifted the veil to present a woman, who was honestly not ugly at all. She looked so happy, but I couldn't understand how this could've happened so quickly.

"Becky?" Dean looked very confused.

"Dean, I'm so glad you could make it. And, I'm sorry who are you?" She looked at me. Daggers were in her eyes as she hid her possessiveness only in her pupils for me to find.

"Oh, this is (Y/N). I told you about her, how we've been teaching her the ropes of hunting for the last week. She's like a sister, babe." Sam explained, "This way we both have someone at our side."

"Hm, okay." She smiled up at Sam, "The more the merrier, I guess." Then shifted her back to me. Dean and I shared a look of complete disarray.

What is happening?