You awake to hear nothing but the clicking of a keyboard. You were laying across the back seats with a jacket you could tell was deans by the light scent of beer and whiskey. You sat up and suddenly felt the pain of your wound and put your wrist to your chest.
"Nrgh.." You groaned. You looked to the passenger seat and saw Sam in his FBI get-up typing away on his laptop. "Sam? Where are we?" you mumbled as you looked out the windows seeing you were parked in front of a UDF.
"Oh! You're up!" He quickly shut his laptop and turned to you. "We're currently passing through Michigan. Dean went to grab a few things. Do you need anything?" You thought for a moment, and smiled.
"Yeah, i do." You put on deans coat and opened the car door, starting to get out.
"Do you want me to get the thing for you or is it lady stuff?"
"No, its nothing, just a drink. Be right back!" You shut the door, and walked inside. You looked around and saw dean at the checkout. You went up to the Man working it and said,
"And a pack of Marlboro Cigs, the black ones."
The man nodded, and dean turned to you.
"Since when do you smoke?"
"Since now." You smiled at him as the man slid the tobacco onto the counter. You picked them up as dean paid for the pie and a pack of beer. You walked by a small stand of lighters, and sneakily grabbed one, then quickly walked out of the store and back into the impala. Dean hopped into the car and started it. You rolled down the back window and pulled out the lighter and a cig. You lit it and took in a breath, slowly blowing out the smoke. Sam turned to you and shouted,
"What the hell are you doing?" He looked pissed.
"uh..smoking..?"
He grabbed the pack and lighter and hit your hand so you dropped your current cigarette out the window.
"Hey! The hell?!"
"You aren't starting smoking! Its bad for you!"
You rolled your eyes and yelled back, "Says the guy who drank demon blood for like, a fucking year!!" Then he was quiet. The entire car was quiet. Realizing what you had said, you immediately apologized. But Sam simply brushed it off as his fault. Dean suddenly broke the once again silence,
"Uhm..y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"How long do you plan on keeping my jacket?"
"o-oh.." You took it off and handed it up front. "Sorry.."
YOU ARE READING
Faith, Hope, And Love (Dean x *suicidal* Reader)
FanfictionCHAPTER 24 OUT NOW! MORE TO COME :) You and the Winchesters have been friends since you could remember, but something happens where you become less like yourself and more like your inner Demons. (Aka, DePresSioN)
