Summary: You meet the Winchester brothers after your parents' dead and have developed a crush on Dean. One night, when you're alone in the bunker, he suggests you play Truth or Dare.
Word count: 3788
Status: Edited
(The smut parts starts a little after 'present')
~5 years ago~
I had always loved my parents to death, not knowing if I could ever truly live without them. Even if we had our differences from time to time, they meant the world to me. So when they died, did that mean it was the end of my world? It certainly felt like it. As it turns out, it was the end not of my world, but of the life I had had.
There had always been that nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach like I was supposed to do more, like I was supposed to help people. I wanted to save people and in my view the best way I could do that was by going to med school. But, as I came home from a college party when I had only just graduated my second year, I couldnt help the people that I needed to help most. I was to late to save them. The 4th of July was no longer a happy celebration to me.
Screaming for help, even though I knew there was nothing left to do. Unless their was some miracle cure to put human pieces back together. An arm here, a leg there, blood spluttered around their bedroom.
Not having any family living nearby and not wanting to talk to my friends just yet I decided to stay in a motel for the night. With a bag of mine and my parents most important attributes. Thats when I found a book, bound in leather and filled with stories and drawings of the most horrible monsters. Spending all of the night examining the book closely as if it might give an answer to what had happened.
I had not even realized morning had come until there came a knock on my door and as I opened it a creak, I was blinded by the sharp light.
In front of me stood two men. The first one, about a head taller than the other, had luscious brown locks that fell down to his shoulders, making me feel slightly jealous at the coup. He was well build with broad shoulders, but he actually looked rather kind with a warm and sympathetic smile on his lips.
The smaller one, who was still taller than me, looked a little less friendly and I could see his eyes searching me curiously and cautiously. He looked a little less broad, but still muscular none the less. His hair short and spiky with a dirty blond color.
Both men were dressed in black and white suits and I felt as if I recognized them, but I simply couldnt pinpoint from where.
Good morning miss, my name is agent Harolds, the taller one introduced himself. and this is my partner agent Christo. he added, gesturing towards the smaller man. Both took out a pair of FBI badged from their inner coat pockets. We have some questions we wanted to ask you revolving around the recent passing of your parents. May we come in?
I looked them over once more before opening the door a little wider, taking a step aside to allow the men to walk inside. I shut the door behind them, flicking on the light switch as agent Harolds took a seat on the chair, crossing his legs. Agent Christo made move to sit at the edge of my still unmade bed, but decided against it at the last moment, standing tall as he placed his hands on his hips.
So youre FBI agents I mumble, my mind still puzzling at where I recognized them from. My eyes widened slightly when it clicked, having seen their story on the news.
We are. Christo said as I carefully slid a butter knife from the counter, holding it behind my back.
Youre not. I countered, shaking my head. Youre not FBI and those arent your real names. I saw you guys on the news. At my words Christo stepped towards me, but I held out my knife towards him. He chuckled softly, holding his hands up in defense.
