The Devil You Know - SPN

Chapter Three

The One Where Sam and Dean take their shirts off

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I gratefully wrapped my fingers around the glass in my hand, tossing my head back and downing the water in one go, "thanks." 

Bobby just nodded at me, "Alright, so how do you make these ties?" he asked, collapsing in the chair by his desk. 

Dean pushed himself off the doorframe he'd been leaning on and took a step forward, "woah, slow down, I never agreed to anything," he said, his voice tense. 

"Dean," Sam began, his tone level and diplomatic. 

"No, Sam!" Dean cut him off, his voice taut with anger, "She's not human." 

"Dean, she's here to help us." Sam leveled. 

Dean shook his head furiously, "Sam, she's a monster. Remember last time we trusted a monster?" He yelled, his tone was harsh and accusatory. 

Sam stiffened and scoffed. Silence fell over the room. 

"I'm not a monster," I said quietly, ever the awkward one. 

Dean inhaled sharply, "yeah, well you're not human either," he said as he turned and left the room. 

I watched him leave, worry setting in. Sam was still staring at the floor, his jaw set, when he felt my eyes on him he looked up and sighed, "how do we make ties?" 

"It's pretty simple, you don't have to do anything. Just stand there and look pretty," I replied, he chuckled shaking his head. 

"What do you need to do?" Bobby asked, his eyes glued to me. I could tell none of them trusted me yet but I can't blame them, I wouldn't trust me either. 

"Physically? I just need to touch your chest," I said, my tone level although I was terrified, I'd never formed ties with someone before. This could be humiliating. 

Sam nodded and pulled off his jacket, I kept my eyes fixated on the doorway I could tell Dean was standing just outside and I couldn't help but wish he'd come back in. 

I pulled my eyes away from the door frame when I realized Sam was waiting for me. My eyes travelled down his chest, stopping at the tattoo of an anti-possession charm. 

I chuckled, "great minds think alike," I said lifting the hem of my shirt to reveal the matching tattoo on my torso. 

"I'd show you mine, but I don't think you'd wanna see it," Bobby grumbled from the corner. 

Sam and I chuckled as I pulled off my jacket. "Okay," I began, "this is probably gonna feel a little weird." 

I walked over to him my hands shaking, he noticed and met my eyes looking at me questioningly. 

"I'm fine," I said curtly. 

Once I reached him I closed my eyes, my thoughts were moving too quickly, I couldn't focus at all. 

I slowed my breathing, focusing on the task at hand. This is not the time to be panicking. 

I placed my hand over his heart, his pulse was erratic, he was just as scared as I was. 

I envisioned a piece of thread running down my arm and tying itself around him, I could feel a bond forming like an invisible wire pulling us closer together. 

When I finished I pulled away from him, I hadn't noticed but my eyes had watered. I lifted a hand to my cheek to brush away the dampness when I noticed Sam's eyes on me. 

I inhaled sharply, "Well, there you go. We've got a tie now." 

He cleared his throat, nodding and pulled his shirt back on. 

I noticed Dean standing in the doorway, the tie I'd formed with Sam made it hard to focus on anything but him. 

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed exasperated, "fine, I'll do it." 

I smiled at him and nodded, "Okay, just give me a minute, though." 

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 I gulped down the water greedily as soon as Bobby gave me the bottle. 

"Geez, you drink like you've been stuck in the desert your whole life," Bobby said, watching me with his eyebrows furrowed. 

"I'm just thirsty, Hilton had me tied up for a pretty long time," I countered. 

Dean chuckled, "how are you supposed to protect us if Paris Hilton can make you her bitch?" 

I laughed mockingly, "Don't forget I was the one who saved your asses back there."

 He chuckled, shaking his head and pulling his shirt off, "let's just get it over with." 

I nodded, walking toward him with restored confidence. I stopped once I was in front of him and steadied my breathing again, squeezing my eyes shut. 

I placed my hand on his chest and felt the muscles in his chest tense, "At least buy me dinner first," he said quickly. I chuckled and shook my head trying to focus on the task at hand. 

Once I'd finished I pulled away from him and gingerly touched my cheek, thankfully this time I'd managed not to cry. 

Dean clapped his hands together once he'd pulled back on his jacket. "Alright, let's test it." 

"Uh, what? How?" I asked, cocking my head. He looked at me confusedly, "Doesn't this tie thing mean when I get hurt you get called to me or something?" 

I nodded, "Yeah but what are you gonna do, stab yourself?" 

He shrugged and picked up the dagger sitting on Bobby's desk. He glanced at my horrified expression and pulled the blade along his bicep, hissing in pain. 

I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the kick that never came. I opened my eyes again cautiously, everybody's eyes were glued to me, an uncomfortable silence fell over the room.

"Well, you idjits wasted my time," Bobby said finally, standing and making his way to the kitchen again. 

Dean looked at me incredulously, "So I just sliced myself for no reason?" he asked.

 "I-, uh, it should've worked," I stuttered, "it's probably because I'm already here." 

"Uh-huh," he nodded, "well, let's hope it works next time we need it to."