Winchester's Girl (Dean×Sam×Winter)

I hate those rings

Winter's POV

Grabbing your head, groaning sitting up. Suddenly you're lightheaded, so you fall forward folding yourself in half. "Fuck. Not this again." You whispered, feeling two hands on your back. "It feels like the room is spinning." You say that and one hand stops. "Dean? We need to get her out of here." Sam says. Sitting up to slide, off the bed. Crawling to bathroom to shower. Sharp pain erupted in your head. Aaahhh mother fucker. You say stand up, closing the door. Stumbling into the shower, turning the cold water on.

You fall into the wall, before falling down. Your right mark starts hurting. "What?! What the fuck did I do this time Dean?! Fuck off! I'm taking a shower okay?!" You shouted. The burning stops. Trying to focus on stripping, but it's hard. When everything, keeps going in and out of focus. Nodding off for a couple minutes, nothing changes. Getting to your feet, grabbing everything before falling again. Looks like you're showering down here. Turning on the hot water, and the cold off before washing up. Passing out, for the second from the pain.

Jumping to your feet, waking up swaying. Your neck burns, you shut the water off. After wrapping a towel around you, picking up your stuff heading to the laundry room. Can't seem to walk in a straight line. After pulling the stuff out of the dryer, you placed it on top. Loading the washer, placing your outfit you were wearing today and the one from before. Starting it, before turning back to the pile on the dryer. Picking it up, turning to be stopped by the brothers. "You can ask for help you know." Dean says not moving. "Can you guys move please? I'm fine." You say swaying. They looked at each other before moving, you walk to the garage nodding. Sam opens it, you walk to your car putting the pile on the hood.

Pulling your passenger door open, grabbing the keys before falling in. Opening the glove box, for my case. 1 cigarette left, smoking it your head clearing slowly. Getting up, grabbing the keys popping your trunk. Picking up the duffel you need, walking over to the hood opening it digging in.

Getting mad, growling dumping out everything. Grabbing a white g-string putting it on, next grabbing your red ripped tight skinny jeans. Sitting down pulling them on, standing hopping to get them up the rest of the way. Earning yourself laughing, from the brothers. You glare at them. "You try getting in them, I have a pair in both of your sizes." They stop. You smirk going back to the pile of clothes, grabbing your deodorant putting some on. Grabbing your red corset, putting it on. Taking a deep breath, holding it making your head fuzzy but  ignore it. Clipping the heavy duty clasps closed, starting at the bottom working your way up.

Half way starting to sway, so you go faster. Seeing black spots, so exhaling loudly. Taking another deep breath and finish. Exhaling, placing hands on your knees breathing heavy. "Fuck that sucked. Oohh well" you mutter under your breath. Reaching in, pulling your boobs up and together. Tightening the last clasp, taking chance you look up at the brothers mouths popped open. "What? Haven't you seen a girl put on a corset before? This is nothing. Wait until I put my leather one." You say winking, finishing snapping it closed. "Your hunting one?" Dean says almost drooling. "Yes Dean. That one. Speaking of." You say grabbing your hair brush, before quickly brushing your hair. Folding everything quickly, stuffing it back into your duffel leaving the blanket you fold it. Picking up the duffel, walk to your trunk tossing it in. Taking your leather bag out, setting it down before pulling up your floor chaining it open. Opening your bag, picking it up. Propping it between you, and the edge. "I need to go shopping. Out of ammo." You say continuing, unloading your bag. Folding it back up, stuffing it back to the side. Checking everything, unchaining the floor letting it close. Reaching back, opening the side door. Holding my money counter and the bag of rubber bands, pulling them out you place it on your hood. Noticing the blanket gone you shrug. Walking back to get your money duffel, walking over to the hood. Placing it down, grabbing the cord, going in to your car to plug it in. Getting out to rip open the bag of rubber bands, dumping them out. Opening the money bag, turning on the money counter. Dumping the money out of the duffel, placing it to the side ignoring the gasps.

You take a handful straightening it out placing it on the top of the counter hitting start. It counts it, spitting it down and out to the front. While it counts that, you sort the rest out. "Call Blaze!" You yelled.

"Sup."

"You fucking asshole! Every fucking time you dick." You yelled.

"Oh. So your counting it now, I'm sure it's all there."

"I wished just once, you'd would stack it not just throw it in. And you're an ass! By the way how's your hair?" You giggled.

"Oh. You bitch, that was you?"

"Yep next time, stack the money. Got to go bye."

"Fucking bitc..."

"Hang up." You yelled cutting him off. Throwing your head back laughing. "Oh. Sweet, sweet revenge. A little bleach in his gel white hair." You laughed harder. "Send hey Jack frost to Blaze." You yell, after calming down. Continuing to what you were doing. "Dean?.... I'm scared..." Sam says. "Oh. Sammy? I don't have a death wish. Plus I'd never touch that hair unless pulling counts." You say between laughing. "Blaze says, you fucking bitch, go fuck yourself with a spiked baseball bat." Your phone says from the car. "Send oh hun, I don't fuck myself anymore. I have my masters for that, and trust me when I say it's great. They know my body, better than me to Blaze." You yelled. "Please? Tell us, you don't always talk like this." Dean says. "Only when he pisses me off. He lost his pet two weeks ago. So I hit him with it." You shrug.

Taking the last of the money off putting a rubber band on it, tossing it in the bag. Look up doing a double take. 1mil was flashing, you stumble back falling on your ass. "Call Blaze." You say.

"What? You bitch?"

"Please? Tell me I counted wrong, no fucking way I got that much on one race." You say freaking out.

"And the hit on Lip, calm down okay?"

You cry out as that memory hits. "I killed him...." You whimper.

"Hey? Winter? Are you by yourself? You seem different, and are you okay?"

"I Yeah I'm f...fine j...just a l...lot going on. My masters are here with me. They have these rings that I hate that control me." You say the last part angry that you giggled. "Okay? Enough that's just creepy, and it's for your own good." They said.

"That was creepy, so congrats next race is also a hit. If you want it take it." Blaze says.

"Who?" You asked.

"My pet, she's fucked over alot of people. And no I didn't put one on jess. I just make the calls. I did for Lip though, you deserve to get revenge." Blaze spoke. You froze looking at the brothers. "How do you want her?" You asked. The brothers glaring. "I want her back Win.. I just don't want it long and drawn out. Quick and painless please? I want you to deal with it, that way I'll know. Please? Just bring her to me, before please? I just want to see her one last time." Blaze begged crying.

"Okay Laze I'll do it for you. I'm sorry I know what she means to you. When's the race?" You say fighting your own tears for your friend. "Tomorrow night, 10mil at my house. Like I said, she pissed off people. Talk to you tonight Win. I'm so sorry for asking this." Blaze spoke crying harder. "Laze.... I need to know, the last one if you want me to do this." I say crying. "Scope, in my house, when I scratch my eyebrow." Blaze voice broke before ending the call. You jumped up running over to the wall punching it. "Jess! You stupid fucking bitch! Why? Why you?" You scream walking over to your door opening up, the center console grabbing my backpack purse tossing two bundles in. Grabbing everything, putting it back where it goes. "Cars now." You say slamming the trunk closed. "You are really doing this?" Sam asked. "Yes I have to. I don't? Someone will make sure she suffers. Now let's go master, sir I have to do this and you refuse to leave my side. We take our own vehicles, I'll fix the windows but we need to leave now." You turn to Sam crying, before becoming a hitman shutting the emotions off and whistle. Hellfire loads up as you. "Fuck!" You cuss, running into the laundry room. Grabbing your boots and heeled boots, before running back to the car. Pulling on your combat boots after pulling on socks. Jumping in playing, in this moment. Flipping your lights on, before starting your car rev it waiting for Sam to move. Honking getting mad, he moves. And you speed away, heading to the gun store. With both brothers behind you, change your mind going to the body shop first.