Let Him In

Let Him In - Chapter 1/7 ("Something's Up")

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The hunt was finally over and although you, Sam, and Dean all came out covered in some grime and a bit of blood, you were surprisingly unscathed for the most part. This was all surprisingly easy for a witch hunt, but you certainly weren't complaining.

Once the witch business was finished, you all got out of the house and made sure to clean up a bit and leave no trace of the three of you being there. You followed the boys out to the impala that was parked a bit of a distance from the building (this being because none of you felt like possibly alerting an already-suspicious witch to your presence at her house) and hopped in the back. Dean, of course, took his place behind the wheel of his beloved baby and Sam plopped in shotgun.

Sam. The simple thought of his name brought a smile to your face.

You had been crushing on the youngest Winchester since you had met the brothers. In fact, he was the one to save you from a solo hunt that went south extremely fast about three years back. You had been hunting some damn werewolf for two weeks, but when you finally pin-pointed who it was and were able to make your move, your gun decided that then would be the perfect time to jam. Not to mention your silver knife getting caught in the belt-loop of your jeans during your sudden frenzy to grab it. The werewolf had you pinned - blood pouring from your legs and side - and it was bracing itself to slash through your chest. That was before Sam shot a silver bullet straight through its heart. Ever since you looked up through your daze of confusion and blood loss and toward the giant, soft-eyed teddy bear of a man, you knew that you were hooked. But you had seriously underestimated just how deep you were in.

You love Sam.

"Well, considering the night is still quite young, what do you two think about hitting the bar and celebrate a bit?" you asked over the sound of steady rock music playing from the impala's speakers.

You were feeling a little tired, but not from the hunt. You knew it was because you have trouble sleeping (nightmares are bitches). You've had this problem for years, so you're used to it by now, but you still feel effects from especially bad nights. But that - in no way - was going to stop you from a chance at spending some quality time with your fellow hunters (especially a certain shaggy-haired, 6'4 one in particular). Besides, you needed a reason to stay awake.

Before Sam could answer, Dean piped up.

"I don't know, I think that we should just head back. We uh - we need to get up pretty early to hit the road tomorrow."

Well, you sure weren't expecting that. You glanced up to look in the rear-view mirror, locking your eyes with Sam, and you both share a confused look. Dean was never one to turn down getting a drink.

"Dean, it's only 9:15," Sam spoke up, checking the time before glancing at Dean who was oddly extremely focused on the road in front of him. Dean shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes still locked on the road, as he fumbles out a response.

"Yeah, I'm just not feelin' up to going out tonight. I think we should all just stay in and catch up on some rest before we have to get going." He shifts again and doesn't spare Sam, nor you, a glance.

You turn your attention to Sam, who catches your eyes in the mirror again. You both share a look that silently speaks your confusion, but you decide to just leave it alone. It's obvious that something's up, but you decide to not push it.