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... & The Big One (Dean part two)

"Ma'am, open up please, FBI," a deep voice and some impatient knocking at the door pulled you out of your thoughts back into shitty reality. Fuck, the FBI? The thought brought your tears to sobs. You were a hot mess, but you shuffled to the front door, knowing you had to let the FBI in.

Sniffling and not quite looking at the two men who flashed their badges at you, you didn't really bother to listen too much as they introduced themselves as the Smiths. Instead, you simply left the door open and trotted back to your seat on the couch where you plopped down, leaving them to clear their throats in surprise and follow you inside.

"Why do I have to keep reliving this? I already wrote down everything I know about my brother's.... Everything that happened. Why?" You kept your eyes glued to the blurry coffee table as the bigger one sat down across from you, leaning forward with the stupid "I care" stance everyone in the past three and a half weeks had taken while talking to you.

"Look, we know this is hard, and we don't want you to have to relive it again either. What we want is to bring your brother justice. Help us," the shorter one stood above you still as he spoke. Your vision got worse. Why did the coffee table look so normal? Nothing was normal. Your brother was dead. You wished for everything to look how you felt. There was something wrong about sitting in a put together home that boiled your insides.

"Help you. Right. Let me get right on that. Why don't you fucking help me, you idiots?" You stood up now, devastated to raging in the blink of an eye.

"My brother is dead! His heart was ripped out of his chest along with, oh, right, all of his fucking internal organs! And I don't know how I'm going to live without him! What else? What else do you need to know? Because you know what I know? I know-" you trailed off as soon as you turned to look the shorter one in the eyes. God, no. It couldn't be... It had been a year. No way. You had quit your old job, moved towns, even by chance had started going by a different nickname, there was no way you could cross paths with him again. Coincidences like this just didn't happen.

His eyes widened at the same time yours did. You each stood stock still for a moment, simply holding each other's gaze. You knew those eyes, that stubble, those freckles anywhere.

The big one coughed. Green Eyes and you just stared.

"Uh... Hi there. Again," you slept with an FBI agent? Fuck. He didn't mention that. He said he gave you his real name. Guess not. Who knew Feds could be so... a sudden guilt hit as soon as you started the thought - your brother. Of all times to reunite with the best one night stand of your life, it had to be right now?

"Uh, you two know each other?" The big one stood now, walking over to where you and Green Eyes stood frozen. "How?" at his question, you immediately broke eye contact and decided the coffee table needed attention again. You felt your cheeks flush, and you wished they hadn't. There was too much on your plate right now for this. What could you even say next?

"Could we have a moment alone, Sa- Agent Smith, please?" The big one ignored him and looked back and forth between you two, seemingly just as surprised as you had been.

"Now, please?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll just... wait outside?" you felt sorta bad as he got kicked out, but you wanted to look at Green Eyes again. This was all so confusing.

"Smith? I guess I still didn't get your real name after all, huh?" You questioned as your front door closed. Green Eyes winced, gave an awkward smile, and moved to sit down, motioning for you to join him. Weird to be told to sit down in your own home, but then again, everything about this was weird. You sat. It was almost nice to be switching gears away from your brother. You wanted to pretend for just two seconds that he wasn't the only thing on your mind.

"No, (y/n), look, I... Can we sort out our, uh.. personal relations after I ask a couple questions? I have to, uh, I have to stick to the job," he clearly had no idea what to say, and you weren't entirely happy going back to your brother, but you didn't have much to say either. You nodded and he cleared his throat again, both of you having the realization that your coffee table was immensely interesting.

"Did you, uh, see or hear about anything... Weird? Did he have any enemies you know of? Anything creepy in his life at all?" Green Eyes was just getting more and more confusing. Why were the FBI here, anyways?

"No. He was just.. He was a good person, he was innocent. He liked math and chocolate cake, you know? He... he..." your voice cracked wildly and you could feel your tear ducts fill again. Green Eyes awkwardly leaned towards you slightly, and part of you screamed no thanks! but you mostly just wanted to cry some more, so you didn't push him away.

"Okay, I believe you. So no funky smells, chills... Any electrical problems recently?" now you shook him off. The fuck?

"Who the fuck are you? Look, don't get me wrong, I don't want to insult the FBI, but... You're not a real agent, are you... Dean?" you used the name holding your breath, and judging by his 'Well, shit' facial expression, you guessed that Dean Winfestor or whatever it was really was his name.

"About that..." you then proceeded to listen to the craziest story you had ever heard.

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"You what? You explained everything?" The big one said in shock, jaw on the floor as he moved between glaring at you and Dean, all still standing on your front porch.

"I knew you probably weren't real FBI the moment I saw your brother, if that makes you feel any better," you tell the big one, who you now know is Sam. You had taken a minute to adjust to Dean's explanation of what he did for a living, but honestly, you felt so shitty about having lost your brother, any sort of explanation was a relief to you. Switching gears was all you needed, and boy, was this a shift into overdrive insanity.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't. Dean, what the hell?" he sassed you and discarded you just like that, turning fully to his brother. Luckily, you still had unsettled rage on your side.

"Okay. Look here, kid. I said it before, I'll say it again. My. Brother. Is. Dead. You two are brothers, so you get it, right? I don't care if you're mad I got dragged into this, because there's no way in hell you're dragging me back out. Not now. But don't get me wrong - if you want to hunt this thing alone, feel free. I don't want to end up like... I don't want to die, okay? So just let me help. Point is, I was told you're just seeking justice for my brother. So are you going to do that, or not?" Sam was still scowling at his brother, but he didn't argue with your speech.

"You get backseat, Sammy," you and Dean passed Sam and hurried down the walk, and this statement was met with much more protest.

"Oh no you don't- Dean! Seriously?" for the first time in three and a half weeks, you were able to smile just a little, sliding into their classy car, shotgun all yours.