I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

Into Darkness

I winced and loosened my grip on my entwined hands. Calliope was too perceptive for her own good; I would never understand how she managed to do it, with her minimal interaction with others and severely lacking education. If any of them were to figure out that something was wrong, it would be her.

I didn't want to tell them about all of the things I had been experiencing lately, especially not the white wolf. I knew they would all react poorly to the news. Would they think I was crazy, or would they react like Dean had, wanting only to kill whatever it was?

"It's nothing like that. I just... I'm curious, alright? There's a lot about myself, about others that I don't understand." My hands twitched in my lap, nerves dancing from anxiety. "Bobby gave me a book about monsters, you know. Skinwalkers were in it, and there was some... there was information that I never knew, that I doubt many skinwalkers or hunters know." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair in frustration. How much was I willing to give away? "I just need answers."

That was it. Answers. I had so many questions and so few leads. I just needed answers, and then all of this could go away, I could go back to my life before demons and the Winchesters and hunting... If I could find my answers, I could disappear happily, and maybe I could avoid ever putting my pack in danger. Maybe they didn't need to know what I had seen.

An image of blood-red, towering wings flashed in my mind, blazing against the shrouded, ash-filled sky. Red eyes, matched with pearlescent fangs and white fur followed, irises burning with mixed anger and interest. Maybe the two were linked, somehow? They must have been, otherwise, Yellow-eyes wouldn't have shown it to me, wouldn't have been in that darkness with me and the wolf. But how were they linked?

I sighed out lowly, lost in thought, and drowned out the fierce conversation warring between Calliope and Booth. Was the white wolf even real, or was it a figment of my imagination? I scowled, drumming my fingers on my thigh, pondering my next course of action. I needed answers, and the wolf seemed to be the best place to start.

I needed to talk to the white wolf.

My thumb traced haphazardly over my palm, tracing around the edge of the thin burn left by Clarence's silver ring. It was a small burn, although one that would surely leave a mark once it healed. I glanced up at the quarreling pair with narrowed eyes. "Look, if you guys don't want to come with me, I get it. But-"

"What makes you think we're not going with you?" Booth countered and shot one last glare at Calliope. He flopped back onto the bed with an indignant huff. "If you're going, we're going too. Someone needs to keep you out of trouble." He cast a glance towards Calliope, waiting for her response.

I frowned and turned my gaze on Calliope. She flinched under the scornful glare, a look I hadn't even realized I was projecting. It was a look that clearly said I was going to do this with or without her. Calliope's skin prickled at my harsh gaze. To her, it stated that no matter what she said, no matter how much she protested, I was going; to her, it said that if she didn't come with me, she might as well stay away forever.

"OK," she said, her voice scratchy with worry. She cleared her throat and spoke clearer, with more confidence. "OK. Montana, here we come."

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The sun was beginning to wane as the evening progressed, although its harsh heat still scalded the earth. I was happy that summer had finally arrived, and now that it was nearly June everything was flowering in a dramatic array of colors. The sheer number of wild sunflowers that decorated the sides of the interstate was baffling.

I clutched a bag of takeout firmly in my left hand, to keep the thick paper away from the burn wound on my right. As much as I enjoyed summer and all of the beauty it brought with it, all I wanted was to be back in the air-conditioned hotel room.