I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

I Quit

Bobby had stated that the skinwalkers would stay in the spare room at the end of the long upstairs hall, and the brothers would sleep at the opposite end. He hadn't seemed all that surprised when I explained to him what I was - I was sure skinwalker was one of the 'ideas' he had mentioned only days before.

The room was cramped for three skinwalkers, with only a twin bed and minimal floor space. A plush, dusty armchair sat in one corner that Booth would likely claim as his own - he was the only one that would fit in it while in his furred form. Calliope and I would likely rotate between the bed and the floor.

I sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring the thin cloud of dust that rose around me and shut my eyes in thought. A part of me felt guilty about John's death. Maybe if I had found him sooner, I could have coaxed him out of making a deal with the demon. I should have known that was his plan the whole time, not revenge.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts and my eyes fluttered open. Leaning against the door frame, with his head hanging and eyes glued to the floor, stood Dean. He lifted his head, his solemn gaze meeting mine and I stared quizzically back.

"You busy?" he asked, eyes roving over mine in the darkness. The fire had died down, casting the room in near total darkness -- I doubted he could see as clearly as I could. I wondered if he could just see my silhouette, or if he could make out my features in the shadows.

"No," I said softly. "I was just thinking," I explained and shuffled on the bed, making space for him. He traipsed across the floor, the thin boards creaking under his weight and his heavy boots left trails in the dust.

"About what?" he questioned as he dropped beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"Everything," I replied, noting the vagueness of my statement and quickly jumped to explain. "Just everything that's happened in the past few months. How much I've changed, how much my life has changed..." I sucked in a deep breath and clasped my hands tightly in my lap. "Everything is just so different- I'm just so different, you know?"

Dean chuckled and bumped my shoulder playfully. "Yeah, I know." I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and his cheesy grin immediately dropped. "There's nothing wrong with being different," he added, picking at his nails tiredly. "We're all different than we were eight months ago - it shows how much we've grown."

"When did you become such a philosopher, Winchester?" I teased, nudging him with my own arm. He laughed softly and shrugged, viridian eyes glued to the dirty floor.

"I guess I've just had a lot on my mind lately too," he spoke, his voice trailing off. He furrowed his brows in thought and placed his hands firmly on his knees.

"Yeah," I responded quietly, turning my head away from his. "Me too..." I debated telling him about the odd dreams I had been having. I had mentioned it once to him before and he had deemed it as nothing more than a nightmare. Maybe he could help me piece everything together...

I sucked in a deep breath, resolved and set in my decision. Dean needed to know what was going on - he had every right to know. I opened my mouth to speak and turned to face him, but was instead met by a flood of words cascading from his lips.

"Did you know?" he questioned, fists clenched and jaw tightened. "Did he tell you?"

I paused and blinked slowly, my throat squeezed tightly shut as I quelled the words that had been rising in my own throat. "Did I know... about what he did?" I asked softly. Dean nodded. "Yeah... I figured it out maybe ten minutes before Sam found him..." I sighed and turned from Dean, a tired scowl resting on my features. "He never actually confirmed my suspicions, but... yeah, I knew."