Lesson Learned-- Sam Winchester x Reader

.2.

"A case? What are you guys, FBI agents?"

Dean shrugged, looking at you through the rearview mirror. "Something like that."

The three of you sat in silence for a few moments. You drummed your fingers on the seat to a song that was no longer playing as you watched out of the window. A mile marker that caught your eye zoomed past.

"Lebanon? That's an awfully long way from NYC." Your eyebrows raised, catching the glance of Sam.

"We realize that, Y/n. That's what we want to figure out. How you appeared in the back of the car, hundreds of miles from where you left." Sam's hazel eyes met yours, and your gaze drops, blushing slightly. He was quite handsome, and if it weren't for the fact that you were completely lost, you would probably be hitting on him.

"Could you maybe give us your address, so I could look you up?" Sam pulls out a laptop along with a hotspot. After pressing many buttons, he enters a website that you weren't entirely sure was illegal.

Oh well. 

After getting hit by a car and ending up in Lebanon, Kansas, which was about a thousand miles away, illegal didn't mean very much.

"Daylight Apartments, Quaker's street. Apartment 21B."

Sam's fingers flew across the keyboard, then he froze.

"Huh." The man turns his computer towards his brother in the driver's seat, receiving a confused expression matching that of himself.

"Huh," the brother replies. "Strange."

"I know," Sam turns to you, who had been fidgeting in the backseat. "Are you sure that's where you live?"

Your hands flew into the air. "Of course I'm sure! I have lived there for three years!" You cross your arms and slump into your seat.

"Woah, calm down, missy. Don't get your panties all in a twist," Dean snaps. "We were just asking."

"I'll twist my gosh dang underwear if I want to. I have the right to! I have no idea what is happening right now!"

"Well if you'd cooperate instead of--"

"Dean," Sam interrupted, grabbing Dean's shoulder. "It's fine, she's just worried." Both brothers glanced down to Dean's forearm, which bore an odd looking symbol. Was it a scar? Maybe a birthmark. Either way, it was strange. 

"I'm sorry," Dean turns back to you, an apologetic look in his eyes.

"Me too," you reply.

"Don't be. You've been through enough... like that blood on your clothes... are you okay?"

You slip off your furry white scarf, which now was decorated into splatters of red. All of your clothes were in this condition, your grey sweater being the worst. "Well, as I said, I've been hit by a car. Not really feeling anything, though."

"Strange."

"Yeah."

Everything became silent again, the only sound being the tapping of keys on Sam's laptop. It was almost comical, how small the letters were compared to the size of his enormous fingers. He was basically a giant, his head nearly touching the roof of the car. You felt bad for him really, he must've always heard the questions tall people get asked. Like "How tall are you?" "Do you play basketball?" And of course, he must always have been asked to grab things off of the top shelves in stores for people.

It was the outrageously giant man who broke the silence.

"So get this," he began, twisting around to face you. You met his eyes once again, and just like before, you melted. There was just something about him.....

"I looked up your name, and I couldn't find any Y/n L/n who ever lived in New York City."

"Huh," is all you said. 

"However, there is a Y/n L/n who is a peacemaker.... slash..." he swallowed before moving on. "Nudist from India. Kinda looks like you, but you don't seem the type." He twisted the screen for you to see and you winced, as your face turned beet red. 

"Get off that page... please." 

Sam exited out just as Dean turned to look. You rolled your eyes.

"Perv."

Dean shrugged. "It was your choice to be naked all the time."

"No, it wasn't my choice! That isn't me! She looks like me... but she's not."

The car pulled over by what looked like an abandoned warehouse. "We're here," Dean announced.

"Uh.... we are?" 

"You betcha."

You didn't realize, that when you stepped into the building that the brothers called the "bunker", you would be signing up for a lifetime of adventure, and a whole lot of change.