The Man with No Eyes | Dean Winchester x reader

Part 4

It was only about twenty minutes before Sam and Dean returned. You had run upstairs to wash your face (very gently) and apply more makeup. Dean had already seen your swollen eyes so you didn't know why you cared so much about covering it up again. Honestly, you just didn't want them staring at you. But as soon as you came down the stairs to meet them, you knew immediately that Dean had told Sam. The moment you stepped foot at the bottom of the stairs, they were staring at you, and Sam had this annoyingly endearing look of concern on his face that you found yourself unable to be too irritated with.

You decided to pretend that nothing had happened. You certainly weren't bringing it up. What business was it of theirs that you had a nightmare last night? You avoided their eyes, especially Dean's, not enjoying the way he'd become aggravated with you before he'd left.

"Thanks, guys," you said after clearing your throat, walking by them and taking the bag of food from Dean's hand without looking up from the floor. You walked to the kitchen, sat the bag down on the old kitchen table, and hastily opened the to-go box. You could hear their footsteps following you into the kitchen and you wanted your mouth full of food before their potential interrogation. Maybe they'd leave you alone.

"Y/N, is it alright if we talk to you about something?" Sam started as he walked through the doorway, trying to hide his surprise at your comically stuffed mouthful of burger. Dean was in tow, cracking a crinkle-eyed smile at the sight of you attacking the food before he seemed to remember that he was supposed to be annoyed with you. His expression changed immediately as he locked a scowl into place and crossed his arms, but as you continued to down your lunch, the scowl didn't reach his eyes.

You sighed through your nose since your mouth was a bit full. They obviously weren't dropping this, for whatever strange reason. "Shoot," you replied, the word coming out a bit more like 'shoo' through the meat and bacon.

"Dean and I were talking," he began, ignoring the annoyed glance Dean sent his way at being mentioned, "and we think that—and I know this may sound extreme—you may need to move out of the house while we, you know, start demolition."

You struggled to swallow your food in time to express your shock. They couldn't be serious.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," you managed to spit out after a particularly painful swallow, "you guys are mostly working on the basement. Why in the world do I need to leave?"

"Well, you complained about a few temperature problems in your room," Dean cut in as Sam took a seat across from you, "and after I looked around up there yesterday, I think some serious work needs to be done."

"Serious work?" you repeated, hardly believing your ears. Not only had this come out of nowhere, but this was beginning to sound expensive. Could you afford this? If this was going to require ripping out the drywall in your bedroom, you could just go without. "Look, guys, I can just sleep on the couch or something. I don't even know if I want much more work done up there, it's fine to me. I don't have furniture for the guest room yet but if I need to I'm sure I can scrounge up something."

"You could get a motel room nearby," Sam suggested, using his sincerest tone, and once again you found it a bit difficult to be aggravated.

"I'm gonna be honest with you two. Between paying my new mortgage and all of the reno bills for this place, not to mention buying furniture, paying the moving guys, and paying you two, I really can't afford to go anywhere right now." The homemade fries in front of you suddenly became very interesting. Admitting that you financially were a bit strung was embarrassing. And you didn't want Sam and Dean thinking that you wouldn't be able to pay them when the time came.

They exchanged a loaded glance, making you uncomfortable, but when Dean opened his mouth to say something, the conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the cellphone in your pocket. Anxious to put some distance between yourself and the guys, you quickly stood out of your chair, took one more handful of fries, stuffed them in your mouth, and apologized.