I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

Stay With Me

I clamped my mouth shut, staring blankly out the doorway. With two quick blinks, I turned back to Dean, a lazy grin rising on my lips. "Guess it's just you and me now, huh?" I took one of his rough hands in mine, the only part of him that didn't seem soft in this state. It was amazing how peaceful he looked now – even when he slept in the motel rooms, he looked guarded, ready to attack at any moment. If it were any other situation, it may have brought a smile to my face.

A commotion from down the hall caught my attention and I straightened, my eyes leaving Dean for the first time in what felt like hours. Something wasn't right – someone was angry. I stood, dropping Dean's hand, and ducked my head into the hallway.

Someone was yelling. Screaming.

I jogged down the hallway, pausing to check in every door before skidding to a stop in front of one. Sam stood just inside the doorway, heart pounding in his chest and a snarl ripping from his throat.

"-That's exactly my point!" Sam shouted at his father, who stood beside his bed defensively. "Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!"

"Don't tell me how I feel!" John shouted back, taking a slow step towards Sam. "I-"

I shoved past Sam before John could speak, scowling and shaking with fury. Why couldn't things just stay peaceful? "What the hell is going on!?" I spat, standing between the two quarreling Winchesters, glaring back and forth at them.

Sam scoffed and gestured angrily towards a duffel bag on the bed beside John. "He gave me a list of things for Bobby to get earlier- turns out it's for summoning a demon," he snarled, lips drawn back in an angered grimace. "Because he cares more about revenge than he does about his own son!"

"I am doing this for Dean!" John shouted, picking up the bag and holding it up to display it before us. The items inside rattled and slipped to the bottom of the bag, dragging his arm down with them. Clearly, they were heavy.

"How? How is revenge going to help him!?" Sam roared, taking a step towards John until they were only a handful of inches apart. "You're not thinking about anybody but yourself and your selfish obsession!"

"Enough, both of you!" I screamed, lunging between them, and shoving them in opposite directions. John fell onto the bed, clutching at his ribs, and Sam cascaded to the floor before jumping to his feet. "I am so fed up with you two going at each other's throats!"

John glared between Sam and me, glaring furiously. "I thought this was your obsession too," he spat, tearing Sam apart with his gaze alone. "This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend!" Sam flinched at this and squared his shoulders. "You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."

I whipped to face him, ready to retaliate, but Sam beat me to it. "It was possessing you, dad! I would have killed you too!"

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now-"

"Bullshit, John," I snarled, voice dripping with malice and venom. "Dean was hurt long before your stupid martyr act. If Sam had shot you, we would have had to bury you while Dean sat comatose a few rooms down!" I shouted, voice rising with each word. I was trembling with fury, every ounce of my being telling me to lay into John and give him a piece of my mind.

"You don't know that-" John began, but Sam cut him off yet again.

"Go to hell, dad," he spat. John's eyes snapped up to meet him with a fiery, reproachful gaze.

"I should have never taken you along in the first place," he said lowly, dangerously, eyes flickering between Sam and me. "I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong-"