Supernatural | One-Shots

The One Who Reads: Sam W.

Words: 1747 
Warnings: Spoilers for 02x20 (Season 02 Episode 20), Castiel is human 
[It's not the exact episode because they go to the bunker instead of a motel.]
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"'Come on, Cas. I'll read you one book today, then the other one tomorrow, and so on, okay?' The young person stated as (Y/P) grabbed the books the older male was holding. Reading the covers, (Y/P) smiled at the man.

'Okay!' Castiel replied happily as the person led him to (Y/P) bedroom, so they could read in peace, 'Hey, (Y/N)... Sam or Dean won't be mad, will they?' (Y/N) looked back at him with a small smile again.

'I hope not.' (Y/N) giggled at his facial expression, 'No, Cas, they won't be mad, I promise. If they are, well, I guess I'll have to knock them a few.'

Castiel smiled as he settled on the bed. (Y/N) pulled a chair up and opened the book to the first page of the story.

"'Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.'"

"DEAN! DEAN!" Dean realized that it was the real Sam screaming, "Dean."

Sam walked up to Deam quickly. Dean hung from the ceiling like the other people, eyes open. A blood bag hung next to him, full of a dark crimson.

"Oh God. Come on." Sam was freaking out and was shaking Dean, "Hey. Wake up. Wake up, damn it!"

Dean grunted a little. His eyes begun to focus on SAM.

"Hey." Sam sighed in relief, "Hey."

"Ahh... Auntie Em. There's no place like home," Dean joked weakly.

"Thank God. I thought I lost you for a second," Sam said lightly as he pulled out the tube in Dean's throat.

"You almost did," Dean's voice was scratchy.

"Oh god." Sam breathed heavily, "Let's get you down." Sam reached up and started to cut through the rope as Dean winced over the pain and grunted a little. Two bright blue eyes slowly emerged from Sam's side.

"SAM!" Dean shouted, seeing the Djinn before Sam finished cutting the robes.

Sam turned around and went to go after the Djinn with the silver knife he had but the Djinn blocked him. The Djinn had Sam for a moment and got him to drop the knife. Dean tried to pull himself loose, pulling on the rope that Sam had begun cutting.

The Djinn got the upper hand on Sam by holding him by the throat after he hit his head on the stairs. The Djinn's hand was glowing blue and he was moving it toward Sam's forehead, but Sam struggled. He pushed against the Djinn's wrist, trying to stop him. The Djinn opened his fist and blue light began to appear around his hand.

With its hand almost at Sam's forehead, Dean thrust the knife into the back of the Djinn, turning the silver. The blue light went out of its eyes. It closed its eyes, its head rolling down, and when Dean pulls out the knife, it fell to the ground dead. Sam breathed heavily from being strangled and Dean didn't look too hot either, pale and with red-rimmed eyes.

Dean walked up to the girl he's been seeing within his false, magic-induced dream, him remembering where she was in the warehouse. He put his hand to her neck, feeling for a pulse. A tear rolled down one of her cheeks.

"She's still alive!" Dean stated loudly, handing the knife over to Sam, "Sam..".

Dean pulled the tube out of her neck as Sam cut her rope. Dean caught her as she fell down.