I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

Salvation

"Family meeting in our room," he said simply. "Dad's going over the plan for dealing with the demon."

My brows rose in surprise. "And I'm invited? John's OK with it?"

Dean shrugged. "At this point, I don't think he'll try and stop you. But keep your head low - he's still pretty pissed." He pursed his lips and glanced back towards his motel room in thought. "We're going to be heading out soon, I think. We'll stop by the vamp nest and see what we can salvage from your truck. S'up to you if you want to come with us after." His eyes turned back to mine, holding a serious and contemplative air. "You should pack up. If you decide not to come with us, we'll have to find some way to get you home."

"You won't be driving me?" I questioned. Dean shook his head and glanced back down the row of doors to his own.

"Dad's impatient. He's going to want to get this son of a bitch ASAP. No detours."

I nodded and looked behind me at the minimal mess I had caused. My belongings were already fairly well organized, save for perhaps my personal hygiene products in the bathroom. "Give me maybe five minutes and I'll meet you in your room," I said before turning away from Dean. I heard him chuckle and close the door softly behind him.

In just under five minutes, I changed clothes and packed up all my stuff. I still looked exhausted, despite it being just after ten in the morning. Perhaps I could get some caffeine for the road.

The door to the brother's room was unlocked, thankfully, and I slipped quietly inside, hoping to not interrupt the ongoing conversation.

"You're late," John grumbled, not even bothering to turn away from his surprisingly impressive collage of demon-related news.

I rolled my eyes and dropped my backpack by the door. Sam patted a spot on one of the beds beside John and me quickly. "Late by, like, maybe two minutes. What'd I miss?"

"Not much," Dean chimed in. "This is everything dad's got on the demon." Dean shifted in his chair and leaned back, green eyes raking over the mess of omens and symbols laid out before him. "So what's this trail you found, dad?"

"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California," John spoke, turning back to his complex board. "Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us. Families with kids, infants, attacked on their six-month birthdays."

"I was six months old that night?" Sam inferred, leaning forward with his arms braced on his knees.

John nodded and turned towards his youngest son. "Exactly six months."

"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of me?" Sam demanded, his voice rising with frustration. Jessica. Was that his girlfriend's name? I knew so little about her and Sam's life before meeting him. All I knew was that she had gone up in smoke, just like Mary...

"Sam, we don't know that," Dean sat up and glared sternly at his brother.

"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean," Sam scoffed.

Dean rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms indignantly. " For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault-"

"Right. It's not my fault but it's my problem!"

"No, it's not your problem, it's our problem!"

"Both of you shut up!" I shouted, bouncing to my feet and glaring at the two quarreling brothers. "The only one at fault is the demon. So shut up for five seconds so we can figure out how to kill the bastard!" I flopped back onto the bed, lying flat on my back and glaring up at the ceiling. After several long moments of silence, I threw a hand up and waved, motioning for John to continue.