Greater Good Chapter 4 : Everything is going to be okay
Dean x Reader? Sam x Reader ?
Serie Summary :
There is a prophecy.
When Lucifer’s true vessel will find his one true love, it will tilt the world’s scales on the side of good and light. The balance that this love will bring, is to be the start of a new era, where evil will be weakened for the first time in centuries.
When the Winchesters find out about this, they decide this is the opportunity of their life, the only way to make a difference once and for all. And now they have a way to find this girl, things should be easy, right ?
What happens when the prophetic girl doesn’t fall in love with Sam ?
Serie General Warnings : Violence, swearing, ANGST, Fluff, SMUT, and maybe other stuffs (Cheating and Secrets ?). I don’t want to spoil, I will give more details in each chapters. Please be 18+
Chapter Warning : Swearing, forbidden thoughts.
WC : 4.2k
Note : This is my rewrite of my story. I hope you like it, I can’t wait to finish this one because it is dear to my heart. For those who already read this back then, it won’t be long until we reach the new chapters.
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Dean is furious.
Pacing the motel room like a lion in a cage, he fulminates against everything, and everyone.
They shouldn't have let her go, she could be in danger, she could take a plane. But what can he say, Sam is right, they can't just kidnap her.
"Son of a bitch, Sammy ! What if something happens to her."
"Cas checked her apartment fifteen minutes ago, nothing is happening" Sam sighs, slipping under the cover and immediately throwing it because it's suffocating in the room.
Dean knows he should sleep, he also knows neither his brother nor him will manage to find rest tonight.
But when they are about to fall into a well know insomnia silence, Sam's phone light up and Dean turns in his bed to face his brother's.
"Is that her ?" he asks.
"Yeah..." Sam says. "She's asking me if witchcraft exists."
It's five am now, she is obviously processing the best she can. Sam's phone buzzes again, three times in a row, and Dean is a little jealous that his brother is the only one seeing her messages.
He asks what she is saying again three or four times and stops, telling himself he just can't keep asking Sammy what Y/n sends him, because soon it will be none of his business.
A hint of sadness goes through his heart but it quickly disappears as Dean tries to focus on what the girl has to process.
Two weeks later
Y/n watches herself in the bathroom mirror, she puts her finger on the little mark on her cleavage and sighs while the phone rings again.
She stayed locked in her apartment, reading, googling anything, texting Sam every five minutes. And avoiding her phone ringing all the time.
She learned the difference between fake news and real things pretty quick, avoiding conspiracy theories about Satan and monsters to focus on what could look like strange murders and all.
And the idea came to her mind to google Sam and Dean's name.
She found a strange shooting case from 2011... And books.
Starting to read then, she was confused at first. Was it all true ? How could it ? So once again, she texted Sam...
Reading those books was the strangest thing she ever did. Taking notes on the supernatural, about their case, she spent days getting to know those men.
After a while, it became almost like they were familiar, like they shared their life with her. She could read about the heroes, and text them about it...
Now, she closes the last book and stares into the void for a minute.
She is Sam's one true love.
She thinks about Jessica, about Yellow eyed demon and about Lucifer's vessel. A million of thoughts spin inside of her tired mind, a hurricane of admiration for that man she is supposed to dedicate her life to, a billion questions... And in the middle of it : Dean's misery. Hell, Purgatory, the Mark of Cain.
She squeezes her phone in her hand and touch Sam's name hesitantly.
"Y/n ?" Dean answers Sam's phone.
"Dean" she sighs, unable to tame the intense feeling in her gut, this man is a hero. "Where is Sam ?"
"Shower" he answers almost coldly.
The truth is, Dean doesn't know how to act with her, so he decided he would just keep his distance, like she was already Sam's girlfriend. They spent days texting anyway, so it’s already like that, he thinks.
"Dean... W-what happens next ?" she says with a shy voice.
During those days, she got used to talking to Sam, but not to Dean. And now he makes her uncomfortable because he doesn't at all act like in those books and she wonders : Did he change that must ? Or does he hate her ?...
"What ?" he asks low.
"The books. Dean... Sam went in the cage, how did he come back, what did you become ? I mean after all this ! You really went to Lisa ? Are you two still together ?..."
"Y/n..." he cuts her and takes a deep breath. "That's not what's important..."
"I'll decide what's important, Dean" she cuts him.
She can't see him lower his eyes, and even if she can imagine life hasn't been easy after that, she doesn't realize how much it's hard for him to talk about all those subjects.
She doesn't know Sam and Dean stayed in that town they don't like either, to be close to her just in case, longing for home. She has no idea that her choice to not see them for a while is difficult to handle for both of them, nor that Dean went to the strip club three times, hoping he could talk to her.
"Can we meet to talk about all this ?" he tries. "I can pick you up to bring you to the motel."
"Wait" she raises her eyebrows. "Are you still in that creepy motel room ?".
"Yes, we can't really go away without you..."
This would have frightened her a few days ago but it just doesn't now. They are Sam and Dean Winchester.
"No" she says and Dean rubs his neck in defeat before she finishes. "Come at my place."
Sam takes a deep breath before knocking, his large hand shaking a little.
When she opens the door, he tries to look friendly, smiling with what he knows is an awkward smile but this is the best he can do.
She nods and swallow, then let them in.
"Beer ?" she asks, not looking at them.
They both nod politely and she points at the couch.
While she disappears behind a door, the brothers look around the room. It is small and messy but still welcoming.
The supernatural books are open at different pages, with notebooks around them... It looks like the hurricane hitting her life was visible in her home : The under layer is neat, and on top of it, two weeks of anxiety attacks.
Sam tried to catch his brother's eyes for courage, but Dean is staring at his palm between his knees.
When she comes back with the beers, she is still looking down, even when she hands them the cold drinks. Sam swallows hard, thinking maybe she is angry and afraid. She has to be terrified and falling into pieces.
But the truth is she is really impressed, like she was meeting the heroes of her favorite novel for the first time, a book she knows to be a true story. Everything is different now.
She doesn't dare looking at their faces, because their deadly hands, hanging from their powerful arms are already making her fell so small.
"I read all the books" she says in a sigh. "That Lucifer vessel thing, it's in the prophecy right ?"
Sam just nods, noticing the tired look on her face, how can he do this to that kind girl ?
"So I'm in that story, I am the o-one true love of the famous Sam Winchester..." she bites her lips. "No offence Sam, you're very handsome and kind..." she takes a shaky breath thinking about the books. "You're brave and smart... But I barely know you, I mean, this isn't supposed to be love at first sight, isn't it ?"
Sam shrugs, trying to mumble something. She looks up, her eyes tracing his beautiful features nervously.
Dean stays silent and still.
"We will get to know each other" the younger brother finally says low, playing with his beer.
"God, that is what an arranged marriage must feel like" she whispers, sitting on the coffee table.
"I'm sorry" Sam states sincerely.
"I know... I- I understand now."
A tear runs on her cheek, making both man frown in sync.
"I was so wrong..." she whispers. "A-about everything, about what's important..." but before any of them can have a kind gesture, she wipes it away and straightens up. "I've already seen demons" she states. "My... my history teacher was possessed, and I think I saw others... Demons, it's like... they have been following me my whole life."
For the first time, Dean moves, catching Sam's eyes in a worried look.
"I..." she takes a deep breath. "I have things to do before I follow you to that bunker of yours."
Sam's eyes open wide, he would never have thought she would agree to follow them, and even less that easily, but that woman seems to be incredibly strong.
And for a second, Sam's heart clenches, like a spark had taken life deep inside it. Maybe, just maybe, he will indeed grow to feel that kind of love for her.
"That doesn't mean I will live with you" she states. "I just kinda need to see where you live. I guess I could spend a night there, but I... I have to convince Alan to take me back when I come back, because I didn't showed up to work for a week... I have nothing left I lose my job."
A few hours later Y/n closes her apartment door, still thinking that she will come back here.
Sighing, she puts the key in her pocket and gather her courage.
When she climbs in the impala, she smiles a little for the first time, putting her finger hesitantly on the leather. Once again, impressed like she was meeting another one of her heroes.
“You really fixed her perfectly, Dean, no one could guess she was hit by a truck” she says with her eyes on the leather, feeling his gaze on her through the rear-mirror view.
Just the feeling of his green eyes bring the whole dance she performed just for him in her confused mind, and her cheeks catch fire.
During the long ride to the bunker, Y/n looks at her phone.
She knows she should listen to her voicemail, but she is terrified. She left everything, she didn’t call her friends, didn’t show up to work, or in class, didn’t write the essay that was due for last week.
She didn’t even pay her rent or call her oh-so-dear-stepmother for her birthday… Her life is screaming at her, it’s like opening a door behind which she knows a tsunami waits patiently.
“Are you okay ?” Sam asks with concern, breaking the soporific rhythm of the car's purring.
And she nods, trying to focus on him to feel safer and keep the anxiety at bay.
She has a superhero in her life now, braver than superman, more loyal as any batman, Sam Winchester is watching out for her. So what could happen to her ? Her eyes drift to his brother, and the steadiness of his finger hitting the wheel with a music he must playing in his mysterious head.
She fells strong again, enough to finally unlock her phone.
On her voicemail, her friends are worried, then, as the messages pass one after another, they are extremely worried. They threaten to call the cops : A man was found dead in town, and now she’s missing…
Alan is furious at first, as she didn’t show up, she better be dead he says, or she’s fired.
Then he apologies for his mean words, a customer, was found dead next to the club and cops are sneaking everywhere, why doesn’t she answer ?
Yet another voicemail : he had to tell the cops about this FBI agent and about her disappearance, he is sorry. He hopes she is okay…
In his last call he is even more worried because she never answered when he knocked on her door and the cops found out no FBI agent was sent here. He pleads her to call back.
The only call with no worries in it is his father’s. He is furious. Of course she didn’t show up to Lauren’s birthday, but at least she usually calls. He wonders why she is so distant and cold, if she needs money, she should just tell him and stop being so stubborn.
She hangs up and immediately starts to write a text to Alan, but she deletes it before she sends it. He will ask questions, and she has no answers.
“Do you think I’m in trouble ?” she says low, with a shaking voice, and she sees the brothers quickly look at each other like they often do in the books.
Whatever they say after that, she has her answer now.
She doesn’t really listen to Sam when he tries to reassure her. That man has a gift for kindness, but she has a gift to read between lines.
After hours of thinking, with classic rock in her ears since Dean dared asking to play music, she finally decides a little truth and a big lie would maybe be better than nothing. People will be angry at her, worried even, but they will stop thinking she is dead in a ditch somewhere.
“I met the man of my life. I don’t know anything about that dead guy. I’ll be back but I need some time with him” she sends to almost every person that called her.
Only her dad doesn’t need her text, he doesn’t really worry, he just wants to give her money to be able to say that he did all he could.
When Sam opens the bunker's door and turns the lights on.
While Dean enters before them in that frustrating silence of him, Sam looks at her.
Her eyes are wide, taking on everything she can. Her heart races when even Dean looks small down those stairs. It is like the legend surrounding them had suddenly became real.
Sam silently prays she likes this place, but he doesn’t realize he wants her to like it mostly because, if their destinies are bound, he doesn’t want to leave the only place he ever called home.
She falls in love with the place immediately, with its ambiance, its smell and its light. Walking down the stairs, she once again feels like Belle nest to her beast, this time discovering the library.
But Sam doesn’t know, so he keeps trying to make her like it, praising its magic and its size, showing her every rooms, telling her she can help herself, take any book, anything she wants.
He is so nervous he doesn’t notice that Dean disappeared the minute they entered.
Only when they reach Dean’s room, he realizes his brother was hiding there all this time.
She opens her mouth while watching all the weapons on the warrior's wall. An unreadable expression appears on her face.
Sam looks at her, waiting for any reaction he could understand and hold on to. But she turns toward his brother and dives her gaze in his green eyes, like she never did.
“Will you teach me ?” she just asks.
Dean seems muddled at first but as he gets what she is asking for, his face harden.
“Are you sure ?” he asks low, making Sam confused because they seem to understand something he missed.
“Yeah… I don’t want to be a victim ever again” she states and Sam finally understands.
“I can teach you how to handle a gun then” the older brother nods.
“No, I..." she sighs. "I want you to teach me to fight. I want you to teach me to kill if I have to” she states still looking in his eyes, like she was asking him to read how serious she was.
He doesn’t answer but lower his gaze, like he couldn’t stand hers.
It is really weird looking at her, and Sam can't shake that awkwardness off.
She is just there, sitting next to him in the kitchen, drinking a beer and listening to him while he fills the blanks. Just here like she always was.
The girl he is supposed to fall in desperately love with.
She doesn’t seem so worried for now. She still looks exhausted but that weight on her soul is a little less visible in her eyes.
More than once, tears fill her eyes when they keep telling her about their life, and each time, Sam notices his brother has to look away.
It must be so strange for him. Dean has always put him first, and it was always the two of them against the world. Friendships came and friends died, but in the end, they were always each other's priority.
If Dean doesn't like her, this could really damage everything.
After hours of talking, Sam suggests that she should sleep. Of course, she doesn’t want to but he assures her that he will answer every other questions she comes up with tomorrow.
Showing her the bathroom again, he allows himself to really look at her. The back of her neck and the color of her skin, that mole and this scar...
"Thank you Sam" she says with a small smile.
"You know" he clears his throat. "I will never force you to stay but... I feel responsible for you and I... I feel like we could really get along."
"I know Sam" she states, putting a gentle hand on his arm.
Dean gets up and rubs his face.
When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed about Y/n. He freaking dreamed about that dance, about her body and the way she moved like she had a snake-spine…
And he woke up.
He sighs and looks down at himself. He is hard. Of course, that wouldn’t be awkward enough otherwise !
He grunts and scratches the scruff on his cheek, trying to forget the shape of her breasts, to chase the vivid images of her.
With a loud sigh he sits on his bed, and gets up to go to the bathroom lazily, hiding his forbidden erection in his robe.
It is six a.m. now, which means he won't fall back asleep, so after a quick stop to the bathroom, he decides he needs a drink even if he hears Sam’s voice in his head begging him not to drink just when he wakes up.
But before he can reach the bottle, he stops in his tracks.
It’s her, the woman he cannot think of, the one he is trying to forget. His brother's girl.
She is softly sobbing in the library.
For a minute he sincerely doesn’t know what to do. Of course she feels like crying, who wouldn’t in her situation ? He just has no idea what to say to her.
His feet move back on their own, he should go back to his room, give her some space. But he can’t let her alone right now, as hard as he tries, he just can’t resolve to let her cry on her own.
He closes his bathrobe tidier and carefully walks in the room. She doesn’t see him at first, curled up on a chair, her arms around her knees. It is weird to think that she is the same woman that crushed every heterosexual guy's dreams a few days ago.
She looks like a terrified lonely little girl. Books about Hellhounds before her, she is crying with a delicate hand on her mouth, obviously trying her best to be quiet.
He clears his throat and she jumps a little, wiping away her tears and biting her lips.
“Sorry” she says and it breaks his heart that she would apologize for what they brought to her life.
“Don’t be…” he grunts, getting closer with a frown to sit close to her. “It’s a lot, I know…”
She nods and closes the books in front of her in a hurry.
“I shouldn’t have…” she starts but Dean cuts her.
“Hey Sammy told you to take whatever you want.”
"Yeah... But Hellhounds, I..." she nervously bites her lip.
"It's been a long time" he assures her in a deep calm voice. "We even killed some since all of this."
"I was..." she swallows, her bright red eyes making him feel naked. "I was crying... I really prayed that there was a way."
He bites the inside of his cheek, like it could tame the raw emotions falling on him like a sad song. There is just something unbearable about her being miserable, and something so easy about letting her dig where he buried everything.
“What were you looking for ?” he asks to break the heavy silence falling on them.
“Hum…” she tries to hide the sadness in her voice. “Nothing… I took the first book I found. I couldn’t sleep. Dean…” she sighs and he tries to not think of how much he likes the way she says his name. “I… How am I supposed to fall in love with your brother ? I mean… I was never good at being what I was supposed to…”
The hunter lowers his head. He has no idea, he barely understands how it works or what is going on lately.
“You haven’t seen him shirtless” he tries to joke but his own smile fades when she fakes one poorly. “I don’t know, Sweetheart… But he’s the best man I ever met, I know he’ll find his way to your heart…”
He can’t believe how cheesy he sounds, but after all, he means every words.
“But he won’t love me, he can't. He is a hero and...” when she says that, a silent tear fall on her cheek. “I’m always a disappointment.”
“No, you’re not” Dean whispers. “I mean you’re clearly better than what I thought Sam’s soulmate would be” he laughs slightly once again but bites his lips at how much this simple truth confuses him.
“I’ve cleaved my life you know" she admits, finally talking about herself a little. "I… No one really knows me. I don’t know why I’m telling you that” she stops.
“Maybe because you’re tired of hiding…” he tries, knowing the feeling and she searches his face, nodding.
“I feel like I am never fully honest" she continues, her deep pupils begging him to understand her. "It is my way of keeping a part of control in this mess. My friends and family don’t know I’m a stripper… My family doesn’t know my friends, doesn’t care about what I study. My friends don’t know my family" she motions what she says with her hands, keeping her eyes on him. "They have no idea that my dad is some wealthy cheating cliché, neither my boss… My brothers in law would barely recognize me in the street…” tears fall on her face but she tries to speak without letting them affect her voice. “And now I’m a murderer and I'm supposed to bring answers or…”
"Balance" he states. "No one can ask you for answers, Y/n. It's okay if you have none to give."
At this, Dean puts a kind hand on her shoulder.
“And for the dead guy" he groans. "They were going to…” he can’t say it. “It was self-defense. If I had been here sooner, I would have killed him too.”
She nods without conviction.
Acknowledging his own hand on her shoulder, he suddenly doesn’t know how to use it anymore, should he let it here ? Take it back ? It is a suitable place to touch a stranger ?
“From what I see…” he clears his throat, taking back his hand a little too fast to put it in the pocket of his robe. “You seem to be as smart as you are independent, as sexy as you are fair… M-maybe the world is just not ready for someone like you” he smiles, not discerning yet that he is speaking for himself.
She stops crying but the painful expression on her face makes him want to hold her, he has to look away.
“Sam is lucky to have you” she states. “From what I read, the whole world is lucky to have you…”
“Yeah, I don’t know” he groans low.
“Dean ?” she calls again, making him offer her his tired eyes to see. “I don’t want to go back just now… I’m ready for something new. Can I stay a few days ? I’ll decide what to do later.”
Before Dean can open his mouth Sam enters the room with his phone in his hand.
“Yeah… Y/n…” he starts and his big brother recognizes this tone, something’s wrong. “I’m really sorry but, you may not have a choice for now.”
“What d-do you mean ?”
Her shaking voice stammers but Dean already understood and when Sam turns his phone screen to show her the article saying “Stripper-killer is an enigma for her family”, she starts to sob uncontrollably.
Dean's heart sink and he bands, opening his arms to shelter her. Forgetting about Sam or anything else, he wraps his arms around her and puts his chin on her head, holding her tight to give her a bit of his strength.
“I’m here for you, we-we’re there, Y/n. Everything is going to be okay…”
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