INITIUM - Supernarural Season One [Dean Winchester x Reader]

VI - Skin

Warnings: Mentions of past assault, unwanted removal of clothes
I in no way want to make light of this. Please be aware that there is triggering content in this chapter. You can skip over it and I will warn you when it comes up and ends with this: <>

"All right, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight," Dean says after he parks the impala by a gas pump. He notices that his brother is far more focused on his phone rather that what he is saying and sighs. "Sam wears women's underwear."

"I'm listening. I'm just busy," Sam replies over your scoff.

"Busy doing what?" you ask, peering over his shoulder at his phone.

"Reading e-mails."

Dean exits the impala, a confused expression on his face. "E-mails from who?"

"From my friends at Stanford," Sammy shouts out the window.

"You're kidding? You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean jests.

"Why not?" Sam asks, disliking the tone of Dean's voice.

"Well..." Dean's quiet for a moment as he fills the car up with gas. "What exactly do you tell them, you know, about where you've been, what you've been doing?" Dean asks, leaning against the impala.

"I tell them I'm on a road trip with my big brother and best friend. I tell them I needed time off after Jess," Sam explains.

"So, you lie to them," Dean sums up with a smirk.

"No. I just don't tell them everything," Sam defends.

You sigh and shake your head. "Yeah that's still lying, Sammy."

"I mean, I get it. Telling them the truth is far worse," Dean says.

"So what am I supposed to do, Dean? Just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam challenges, expecting a certain answer. Dean shrugs, aka, not the response Sam was hoping for. "You're serious?"

"Look, it sucks," Dean agrees. "But in a job like this, you can't get close to people. Period."

"You're kind of antisocial. You know that?" Sam replies. Dean mumbles a whatever, then Sam looks over his shoulder at you. "Come on, Y/n. Back me up on this one."

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. "I canceled my gym membership a month ago."

"So?"

"So no one gets suspicious when I don't show up like I normally do," you reply. "Look, I didn't have many friends to begin with. Well, none of which that were close enough to care about where I go. Well, except my neighbor, but that's besides the point. What I'm trying to say is your friends are going to start asking more and more questions, so you might as well kill the serpent before it hatches."

Sam shakes his head, mumbles something under this breath and resumes his attention back on his emails.

"God," he says after a moment.

"What?" Dean asks, leaning into the car window.

"This e-mail from this girl Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine," Sam replies, deleting the e-mails as he goes.

"Is she hot?" Dean cheekily asks. You roll your eyes and lean back in the seat.

Sam shoots his brother an annoyed look before explaining. "I went to school with her and her brother, Zach. She says Zach's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case."