Save Me [Supernatural Fanfic]

Chapter 3

I opened my eyes, realizing what just happened. Vivian just possessed me!

"It's alive!" Dean said, just like the Frankenstein professor.

"Where's the demonic whore?" I growled, standing. Almost falling over, I felt muscular hands hold on to my mid section.

"I think you should stay asleep, sweetheart." Deans voice spoke.

I could feel myself be picked up, "I'm fine. Just a little bit pissed."

"Yeah, you look just fine." Sam said sarcastically.

I let Dean drop me on the bed. Well, he didn't drop me, but you get what I mean. I guess my body was just too exhausted. So, my plan is: murder Vivian, and sleep again.

"So, what did Vivian want? I mean, she did take over my body." I relaxed, placing my arms above my head.

"Yeah, Sammy. What did she say?" Dean said, pushing me over, and laying down himself.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Vivian said that you're connected to some sort of weapon... Or vice versa. So, I'm doing research."

Dean looked at me, "What's the weapon?"

I felt like I was being ganged up on. My face turned red, "Uh... I don't know... It's all new to me. So, Vivian told you this?"

Both Dean and I looked at Sam. Sammy sighed, "Yes. She did. And no one knows what the weapon is... I guess demons are coming after you, so Dean and I have to keep you safe."

Dean scoffed, "Demons lie, Sammy."

"She seemed serious."

"And that's what Ruby did. She seemed serious, and you started the apocalypse!" Dean shouted.

"That... Okay. Fine. We'll see what happens. But, we still need to finish this case." Sam turned back to his laptop.

"In my opinion, I think it's a Wendigo. I mean it's stringing them up, and making them it's food source." I spoke up, speaking my mind.

Sam looked at me, "But, the Wendigo usually don't string up their victims. They just eat them whole."

"Maybe it's trying to throw us off?" I reasoned, sitting up and crossing my legs.

"Why would- I'm not even going to question that stupidity." Dean grumbled.

I looked over at him. A smirk came to my lips, and I started to be all flirty. I rubbed my hand across his chest, and drew lazy patterns with my fingers. Dean smirked. I moved my fingers to his jeans' waistband. Moving them back up, I moved bath hands to his rib area. Then, I pushed him off the bed.

Laughter boomed through the motel room. Sam was laughing his ass off, while Dean was cursing loudly.

"Ouch! Bitch!" Dean cursed loudly.

"Ass!"

"Jjjjjeeeeeeerrk." Sam chimed, moving back to his laptop.

I got back up, getting ready for a shower. Before I could step away from the beds, my ankles were grabbed, and my feet ripped from under me. I went crashing towards the floor. I cursed loudly.

"That all ya' got, Winchester?" I grumbled, flipping myself on my back.

"Sammeh!" Dean shouted.

I felt large hands grab my wrists and hold me down. Dean crawled on top of me, and straddled my hips.

"Not fair!" I whined.

I couldn't hold in the laugh that was being created. Dean started to tickle me. Within a few seconds, my side started to hurt, and I was in desperate need of coffee. Short snorts and yelps came from my mouth as they kept tickling me.