Abducted: Part One | SPN | Dean x Reader | Slow Burn

Chapter 04: Meeting Sam Winchester

"No." Dean continued the conversation. "Assload of painkillers. He's been out since we got here." And out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dean briefly look over to you, still standing in the corner. The tall man turned his face towards you and scoffed once again. What a dick, you thought.

You continued to listen in on Dean and the tall man's conversation and learned that Garth was handcuffed, solely because he'd killed a cow. Amateur, you smiled to yourself, remembering your own recent ordeal with handcuffs. You were facing international fraud.

"Hey. Lock the door." Deans voice pulled you out of your own thoughts. He was looking directly at you now and you obliged immediately, moving to the door and quickly flicking the lock. You could feel both men's eyes on you, the air felt thick.

"Woah, what is that? Adrenaline?" The tall man hissed at Dean, the needle no longer being held behind his back.

"Yes sir." Dean said matter of factly.

"You trying to jump start him or kill him?" The tall man didn't seem surprised with Dean's actions.

"I want some answers. He walked out on Kevin and he walked out on us." Dean responded gruff. The tall man had to be Dean's younger brother, Sam. "So if you've got a better idea?" Dean was clearly growing impatient.

You held your breath waiting to see what the men would do and you didn't have to wait long. In a split second, Sam had extended his arm out and slapped Garth in the face. And like a domino effect, Garth instantly drew a long gasp of air into his lungs, sat up and began to yell, his voice hoarse.

As Garth began to calm down, his breathing regulating and his yell becoming more of a rasp, Dean quickly glanced at you. You assumed because he wanted to see if it had startled you, it damn well had. Your eyes met and you glared at him, trying to communicate silently with your eyes, 'what the fuck is going on?,

"Dean?" A higher pitched males voice echoed in the room. Garth looking between the two brothers, "Sam?" Your assumption correct. And then Garth looked at you, silently observing the room, his face confused. "What, is this a hospital? Am I in heaven?"

Dean and Sam begun catching Garth up with what they knew, trying to calm their friend down. But it all turned sour quickly, as Dean began interrogating Garth about his whereabouts the past six months, Sam releasing him from the handcuffs throughout the hurried conversation. You distinctly heard the word hunting leave Garth's lips and you thought to yourself, this dude needs therapy too.

"Oh no.. Get back." Garth rasped as he kicked himself out of the bed. Dean moved his hands to form a surrender as Garth dashed past him and away into the bathroom. Gurgling and groaning noises followed and it was clear to the three of you that he was violently throwing up. Lucky Dean hadn't given him that shot of adrenaline.

Dean sat on the edge of Garth's bed, his brother, Sam took a seat in the armchair, positioned in the opposite corner to the one you were standing with. You stayed in your corner, opting to casually lean against the wall. You were tired of standing but wanted to avoid the brothers, Sam in particular. The sounds of Garth throwing up the entire contents of his stomach continued in the small bathroom on the other side of the wall.

"Anything on Gadreel?" Dean asked Sam.

"Really? That's what you're going to open with?" Sam scoffed again. "Who the hell is she?" Sam looked over in your direction.

You thought about replying and introducing yourself but you couldn't find your voice. Sam was clearly pissed with Dean and you didn't want to become a target to his anger as well.

"That's ah, well... She's part of a case I'm working on...." Dean begun.

"Yeah, right" Sam interjected with very obvious sarcasm. "A case." You were relieved that Sam's interest in you left as quickly as he had mentioned you.

"Just breathe Garth. Work it out." Dean sighed loudly to Garth's continual hurls. His hands were clasped together, arms leaning against his legs as he lowered his head below his shoulders and shook it. The movement caused Sam to look at Deans right arm, a mark visible to him, peeking out just under the sleeve of his shirt.

"What happened to your arm?" Sam questioned Dean. You'd never noticed anything strange about Dean's arms yourself, but then this was the first time you'd seen him without a jacket. You hadn't really been given a chance to notice anything strange on them. Sam clearly did though, because the curiosity was obvious on his face.

Dean raised his head and you could see his left arm pulling back the sleeve of his right. "Oh... that's a gift, from Cain."

"Cain?" Sam was obviously unsure of who Cain was. "You mean the wrestler?"

"Man I wish," Dean airily laughed "That would be awesome... No, the uh, Old Testament dude."

The Old Testament dude? Dean had mentioned to you previously about angels and demons when he had given you his talk on the things he hunted. You still hadn't seen any proof that these beings existed and you believed squat of it, but you had humoured him out of politeness. He did carry a gun and all. But now he was talking about people from the bible? Existing? They apparently existed, yet there was no record of you....

Sam seemed impressed with Deans words. Yup, Dean, Garth and now Sam too, all needed therapy. You were royally fucked.

"He got all biblical on me and gave me his mark." The last syllable oddly defined by Dean's voice.

The two brothers continued their conversation. The word Crowley mentioned a number of times. What was a Crowley you wondered? "The devil you know." Dean finished off, the room falling silent for a few seconds. The bathroom now quiet, Garth must have been feeling better.

"Garth?" Sam questioned quietly.

"What?" Dean responded confused.

The two men turned their heads towards the door of the bathroom. Quick as a flash they jumped up, racing to the door and Dean forced it open. You moved around the room, to get a glimpse of what they were up to only to see from a distance that only Sam and Dean stood in the small room, the window was open. Garth had climbed out the window?

"Son of a bitch." Dean blurted out and he spun around, walking back into the room you occupied, Sam following behind. "Let's go" he hurriedly said to you.