cut- 𝐃.𝐖

chapter 9

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You tilted your head. "You mean, your brother was copying something?" you asked. The younger one shook his head and you jotted it down into your notepad. That was extremely odd for something to do that. He then told you how he watched his brother take off his skiing items and covered himself in snow. The young one seemed terrified as he told you that he was yelling for help but he couldn't move.

This was new, even for you. You never seemed to hunt something that mirrored the victim. Or the victim was mirroring it?

What kind of thing would have done that?

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Knowing how traumatizing something like that could be, you stood up and pulled the little one into a hug. Your legs also were beginning to ache so you let the boy cry into your arms and lower body. You could tell he was upset by how loud his cries were. He was sobbing at this point. The weight of the world crashes down onto the two of you as his sobs seemed to echo throughout the mountains surrounding the scene.

You rubbed his back and tried to give him comfort. Looking up, you saw that Dean was looking at you. Sam had made his way next to him, so now the two of them were looking at you and the crying child you had attached to your side. You broke eye contact with the Winchesters and looked down at the boy. He seemed to be looking at your left hand, specifically the purple gloves you had on.

"You like my gloves hun?" you asked him. The boy looked up and wiped his tears. "You have Barney hands!!" he giggled. His statement gave you a smile and an idea along with it. Taking your gloves off your hands, you gave them to the boy. "I think Barney would want you to have them more than me." you smiled, putting them in his hands. He looked back up at you, seeming like stars were in his eyes, and smiled.

He put them on overtop of his gloves and ran back to his parents. You could overhear him saying "Look mommy! The nice lady gave me Barney hands!!". His mother looked back up at you and gave a smile. Returning one, you made your way back to the two Winchesters. Dean looked at you oddly while Sam gave you a smirk.

You put your hand on your hip and looked back at Dean. "What's wrong with you dude. You're looking at me like I dropped your pie or something." you said. Sam let out a laugh while Dean stayed a bit serious. "Why'd you give away your gloves? Now you're gonna freeze."

"The boy was upset. But then I thought about what you told me earlier in the car about how my hands looked like Barney. So I gave him my gloves and tried to cheer him up. It looked like it worked anyways." You told him as the two of you turned to the little boy making hand puppet signals with his new gloves.

The tallest Winchester looked down at you and gave a smile. "You did the right thing Y/N. Dean kept making cute little 'awwws' while you were over there." he said. After Sam said that, he got a punch to the gut as you let out a little laughter. You looked and saw that Dean had got a mild blush from ear to ear.

Poor Dean, you thought as Sam began to walk fastly away from his older brother. You let out another laugh as your hands rubbed together to try to keep warm. Your soulmate noticed this and he brushed off the red tint on his face. When you put your hands down by your side, Dean grabbed your right hand and clasped it with his left.

You took a deep breath in as Dean began walking, pulling you behind with his hand. Shaking out of the mixed feelings you had, you made your way next to him and the two of you walked with one another. Hand in hand. It was cute, and you could tell he wanted to hold your hand from earlier.

Your red thread dragged along behind, wrapping around Dean and you as you made your way back to the Impala. His hands were warm while yours were freezing to the touch. They warmed up by the time you got back to the car anyways. As Sam waited impatiently in the shotgun seat, the two of you hopped into the Impala and Dean finally started the car.

"You two love birds need to just make out already." Sam said, nudging his older brother from the shotgun seat. The two of you blushed hard as Dean started to pull out of the resorts driveway. "Sammy, you say one more thing and i'm gonna kill you.", the driver said, still having a tint across his cheeks. As he turned to pull out of his parking spot, he saw that you were just as red as him.

The two of you looked at eachother and made eye contact. After a few seconds you looked away, causing you to get more flustered then you already were. You covered your cheeks and looked out the window. Dean, however, smirked at how cute you were and went back to driving.

The three of you then began to discuss what exactly had happened at that crime scene and tried to compare what had happened a few days before. "The resemblance with the bodies were with the black goo. Both victims had it pouring out of their mouths. However, today's vic was frostbitten and the one before had been choked to death." Sam said, turning to look behind him to see you.

"The little boy told me that he watched something seem to force today's vic into copying him. When you saw the corpse today, he didn't have any proper jackets or items needed for skiing. Apparently, this thing made him take it all off and cover himself in snow." You said, reading off of your notepad. Sam looked puzzled and turned to his brother. "This is something new. Even for us. I've never seen anything like it." Dean said, still focusing on the road.

The three of you questioned what exactly went on while you drove back to to the motel room.

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