esoteric ↯ dean winchester x reader

xv.

You woke up in the ally way behind the bar. At first you were confused as to how you got there, Sam was no where around. You heard grunts and groans and someone fighting. You ran toward it, still holding the cuffs in your hands tight.

You came in time to see Dean leaning mockingly over Cole but doesn't see him pull another knife. You figure Cole must've been who smoked you guys out. Cole slashes DEAN's face with the knife he pulled.

"Ugh!" Dean yells, then quickly gets Cole into a throat grip against a car as you see the cut on his face instantly heal. Dean smirks, knowing he's better, "You have no idea what you walked into here, do you? None."

"What are you?" Cole asked, now terribly frightened.

"I'm a demon." Dean smiles. He takes out the a knife that looks like bone with teeth on it, you think Crowley called it the First Blade, and holds it to Cole's throat. As much as you hated Cole, you couldn't stand to watch him die. You looked over to see Sam, lying and already eyeing you and the cuffs.

"Do it! You said if you saw me, you would kill me, so do it!" Cole yells.

"I guess I changed my mind." Dean releases Cole and steps back. But at that instant Sam throws holy water on his brother and Dean starts to burn. You rush in snapping on the sigil etched handcuffs.

"Stop! It's over! It's over." You tell him, trying to keep him under control. Dean glares daggers at you and Sam but is completely helpless.

~

Outside the bar, Dean is now handcuffed to the backseat of the Impala and Sam and Crowley stand outside the car. Sam has the First Blade in his hands. You stay in the passenger seat, not talking to Dean.

"A pleasure doing business." Crowley says.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Sam asks.

"Toss it into a volcano, leave it on the Moon. I'll get creative." Crowley shrugs, taking the Blade, "Believe me, I don't want Dean getting his hands on the precious any more than you do. Your brother knows I ratted. He tends to hold a grudge. I don't want to get...Boned."

"This doesn't make us square. If I see you again --" Sam started but Crowley rolled his eyes.

"Oh, stop it, Samantha. No one likes a tease." Then he was gone.

"You don't have to do this, baby." Dean leaned up to whisper in your ear.

"Yeah, we do. You're not yourself." You muttered, leaning forward and away from him.

"What about all that fun we had?" You could hear Dean's smirk. You didn't respond to him. Sam came back in and we drove away in silence.

~

  It's night now, Sam is driving us all to Kansas. Dean is quiet in the back. Which in itself scares you.

"This thing is filthy." Sam tosses a wrapper off the dash, disgusted.

"It's just a car, Sam." Dean replied, you looked in the rearview mirror to see him roll his eyes.

"'It's just a...car.' Wow. You really have gone dark." Sam said, acknowledging Deans total devotion to his car gone.

"You have no idea." Dean said.

"You know what, Dean?" You finally spoke up, turning around. He looked amused by you, "I saw what happened back there. You could have killed that guy, and you didn't. You took mercy on him. You saved me from the smoke."

"You call that mercy?" He chuckled, "Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father. When you finally find him... He whips you like a dog. How do you think that feels? That kid's gonna spend his whole life knowing that he had his shot and that he couldn't beat me. That ain't mercy. That's the worst thing I could have done to him. As for you sweetheart, I would just rather kill you myself then see you die by some freakin' smoke. And what I'm gonna do to you both... Well, that ain't gonna be mercy, either."

You shut up. Sam looked at you as if to say ignore him. And you knew you had to, turning back to the road. It would be a long one.

~

You arrived at the bunker you'd been told about. Sam stored Dean in their "Dungeon." Sam tells you to never go see him while he's gone. Then he leaves to go get blood thats blessed.

You helped yourself to food, and made Sam some as well. You guys had been go-go-go. After Crowley interrupted, you skipped dinner.

Once you've had your fill, you explore for a while. You saw the kitchen already, then library, the computer room, electric room, Sam's room, and eventually finding Dean's room. You can tell by the photos he has on his bedside table, and the guns on the wall, most importantly the old bottles and burger wrappers scattered. You smile, finding the real Dean Winchester here. It was the photos that meant the most, seeing him with friends and family.

You don't stay there long because Sam comes in. He goes directly down to the dungeon, where Dean is strapped to a chair in the middle of the Devil's Trap on the floor.

"Really?" Dean says, seeing the cooler of blood.

"For whatever it's worth, I got your blood type." Sam said, you followed him in.

"Sam, I know you think you're gonna try and fix me, but..." Dean looked you over then went back to his sentence, "did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life. I won't bother you. What do you care?"

"What do I care?" Sam slammed the cooler down, about to blow but then calms himself. He gets the holy water, splashes it on the floor as he begins chanting in Latin.

"You think I'm just gonna sit here like Crowley? Getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don't want this!" Dean said, he was starting to get scared.

"Yeah, we pretty much figured that out." You mumbled an answer for Sam.

"You don't even know if this is gonna work, do you? You know, I got a hell of a lot more running through me than just demon juice." Dean tried to get through to Sam.

"Mark of Cain, got it." Sam muttered.

"That's right." Dean smiled, like he was proud of himself.

"Buckle up." Sam had a syringe of blood type O in his hand as he walks closer to Dean. He gave you the bottle of holy water to be useful.

"Sammy... You know I hate shots." Dean made a last jab against this.

"I hate demons." Sam finally said.

Dean's eyes go black a second, trying to scare you both, before you hit him with holy water. Dean yells as his skin sizzles, and Sam plunges the needle into his arm. Dean groans as Sam empties the syringe into his arm.

"Look, we got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make it a lot easier on yourself." Sam turns back around to throw away the syringe.

But you keep watching. Dean's green eyes widen as he grunts and groans, the sound is deafening. The panic in his eyes it was really hurting him. The blood already was taking on some effect.

You thought this was crazy but had to be normal, but by the fearful look on Sam and Dean's faces, this was not the typical reaction.