Never thought I would be writing again. I have become completely obsessed with Supernatural and through some followers on tumblr I have gotten quite a few plot bunnies. This started as a one-shot deanxreader story, and it has developed into this. Hopefully you all enjoy.
Set in Season 7, after "The Mentalists". I'm ignoring the "Killing Amy" story line, because I was never a big fan of it.
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"You okay?"
Sydney fought the urge to roll her eyes. If it hadn't been the fourth time the Sherriff had asked, it would have been a sincere statement. Now, it was bordering on annoying.
"Well, I'm not dead," the sass that had come out was a little more than planned.
"Look, I know you don't know me very well. I was good friends with your Dad, though, and I'm thankful…"
"That you knew him?" Spit flew across space onto the console. Sydney clenched her fist, trying to hold in her anger.
"That I happened to be walking by," Jodi answered, enunciating each of her words carefully. Sydney could feel the sheriff trying to keep her eyes on both the road and her passenger. "I know…"
"Please don't," Sydney closed her eyes against the tears brimming on her brown irises. After the day she'd had, thinking about her dad was the last thing she wanted. She lifted the blonde hair off her neck and mimicked pulling it into a bun before letting it fall over the back of the headrest and leaned back.
"Does your mom know where you're going?" Jodi asked after a few minutes of silence. Sydney started at the voice, exhaustion had hit after her eyes had fallen shut.
"I told her just a weekend trip," Sydney muttered.
"I'm sorry to pull you away from your life. These guys are…experts, and they can protect you."
"I just don't understand…" the words died on Sydney's lips as Jodi pulled off the main road onto a barely noticeable dirt and gravel one, "…where we are going?!"
"Cabin up in the woods, they just relocated." Jodi slowed the speed of the unmarked squad car as tree branches began to brush the roof. "I really don't have a lot of answers for you, but hopefully they will."
After five more minutes in the car, a well-built log cabin came into view. Sunset was tinging the sky with pinks and reds in the background. Sydney leaned into the backseat to grab her duffle bag, quickly shoving part of a pink bra back in and closing the zipper. Hasty packing had left her with minimal choices.
Jodi headed towards the house, but Sydney held back to take in more of the view. The cabin had been built with the specific purpose of being secluded. Trees and bushes were starting to show how overgrown they were and you could hear a pin drop on the dirt ground.
Fantastic.
"You comin'?" Jodi asked. As she turned back to look at Sydney, the door opened to a man in a baseball cap and a graying-ginger beard.
"Jodi, glad you made it." His voice was gravely but had a hint of sincerity for the sheriff. Something was going on there. Sydney stepped up behind Jodi and caught the man's attention. He smiled and reached out to take her hand. "Bobby Singer. You must be Sydney."
"That I am," Sydney grasped his hand. A voice suddenly filled her head, reminding her not to be rude, and she hastily added "pleased to meet you."
She caught the tug of Bobby's lips as he moved to the side to let the women through. As they walked in, Sydney turned and practically rammed into a tightly covered plaid chest.
"Sorry," both her and the man spoke at the same time, and Sydney had to fully tilt her head up to look at his face. God, he was a giant, even compared to her 5'9 frame.
"Sam, this is Sydney," Bobby announced. "She was part of the leviathan attack."
"Levia-what?" Sydney looked around at the others. Sam shifted his feet and ran a hand through his hair. "Who…"
"Are we?" Bobby intervened; clearly he was familiar with whatever this situation was. "Good question, let's get you settled first. Sam, where's your brother?"
"He was on the porch last I saw," Sam answered in a deep voice.
"Dude, we need food," another deep voice answered from behind Sydney. She turned and once again had plaid swimming in her vision, except this time she saw a shoulder instead of just a chest. "Oh."
"Dean, this is Sydney." Jodi's voice filtered over her shoulder. Dean pushed his lips together to form the faintest smile and gave a quick nod of his head. Sydney turned back to everyone, feeling green piercing eyes watching her. "Caught her boss trying to tie her up, couldn't get to any borax in time to hurt it."
"Wait, what?" Sydney let her bag drop to the floor with a thud and all heads were on her.
"Let's have you sit down and we can talk this out," Bobby closed the cabin door on the nip of air that signaled fall was right around the corner. Jodi motioned to a red moth-eaten couch and Sydney heard the rustle of someone bending over to pick up her bag as she moved the few feet across the room.
"Bobby, we don't got room for…"
"Son, shut it." Bobby's voice was low but sharp, not difficult for Sydney to miss. She spun on her heel, catching Dean off guard.
"I didn't ask to stay here," Sydney snapped. Dean's eyes widened and he took a step back, raising his hands above his waist in defeat.
"He just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable being here with us," Sam spoke with a gentle voice, her bag in his hand. "We can figure out a way to get something in the basement for you to sleep on."
"You want something to drink," Dean asked. "We pretty much just got beer."
Sydney huffed, trying not to let her anger spill out any more than it already had in the last few hours. "That's fine."
"So your boss attacked you," Bobby stated as Sydney sat down. Dean set a beer bottle on the table in front of her then moved to lean against the wall in the kitchen.
"He told me to meet him in his office then he jumped me when I got there, strangled me and threw me into a bookshelf." Sydney started to pull off her jacket and winced visibly as the bandages on her arm shifted and pulled at the skin. "What did you call him? A leviaton?"
"Leviathan. Nasty things, take over…" Sam stopped, looking between Dean and Bobby. The silence was painful.
"God, just tell me what is going on!"
"You believe in monsters?" Dean answered curtly.
She shifted as the jacket came off and looked at him. The exhaustion and wear in his face was evident. His eyes flicked to the gauze on he arm before he crossed his arms over his chest. Sydney returned the look, noticing how his shoulders and arms moved under his shirt.
"You mean serial killers?"
"No, actual monsters," he pushed off from the wall and sat down in a small plush chair next to the couch. "The things that go bump in the night."
"You aren't serious," Sydney retorted.
"I know it's hard to believe," Sam chimed in. "There are many different creatures. These leviathan we have never faced before, but vampires and werewolves, yeah they exist."
"How long has Mike been a monster, then?" Sydney reflected on her manager and how it really wasn't like him to have the force to throw her and splinter a bookshelf into her arm.
"Can't have been more than a few months, these guys just got let out of…monster jail." The words fell awkwardly out of Bobby's mouth. Sydney shot him a questioning glance. He shrugged. "It's a long story."
"You're okay with this?" Dean grumbled.
"Well, I have never met someone who can throw me into a wall, and Mike would never have hurt a fly, so I guess it's the only thing that makes sense."
The boys chuckled and Jodi put her hand on Sydney's shoulder. "I figured you would take this pretty well."
"You couldn't have told me any of this on the drive here?"
"They tend to be a little more convincing," Jodi responded with a smile towards Bobby. "I gotta head back out and start looking for what happened in town."
"You aren't careful, sheriff, people are gonna start wondering why you keep driving through Whitefish." Sam bent over her in a hug.
"I can't help it this fell into my lap right after I got back. Worked out in my favor, actually, knowing a little more about this thing. I did throw that box into the river for you, Bobby."
Bobby nodded his thanks from his seat at the table in the kitchen. Dean stood to give Jodi a hug as well. As she headed for the door, Sydney jumped up to close the distance between her and the other woman.
"Do you think this was a personal attack? That Mike wanted me for a reason?" Sydney tried to keep her voice low, but the small room prevented that entirely.
"Who knows why the leviathan turned into your manager. It wouldn't seem like they would care about a restaurant, but that's what I need to find out. You got some good guys who will look out for you here and will get to the bottom of this." Jodi squeezed her shoulder again before pulling the door closed.
Sydney moved back to the couch and drained half of her beer. Dean let out a low chuckle. Sydney met his eye and he smirked.
"I think I saw a bunch of stuff Rufus left sitting out on the porch," Bobby stated. "Let's get you settled."
Dean, Bobby and Sam moved to the back of the cabin and she caught sight of the twin bunk-beds. Sydney silently prayed that there was something for her to sleep on other than a bunk or a couch. A blanket on the floor would do just fine, so long as she could stay in the basement and not have six sets of eyes on her for the rest of the night.
"Let me see your arm," Dean's voice made Sydney jump and place a hand over her chest. "Sorry."
"It's fine." Sydney turned to face him. "Why do you want to see it?"
"Because it needs to be changed. Don't want it getting infected."
Sydney shrugged and held out her arm. Dean stepped forward and gingerly pulled at the tape. Hair and skin pulled taut, and Dean looked up right into Sydney's eyes.
"This has to come off, I'm sorry." His fingers wrapped around her wrist before Sydney could completely comprehend what he had said. Then she felt searing pain down her forearm.
"Shit!" Sydney fell onto the couch and looked down, thankfully it was just red and burning and none of the stitches had come out. Dean sat on the edge of the coffee table and took her arm again.
"You said he threw you?" Dean asked, examining the work the doctors had done to repair the scratches.
"Wooden bookcase, it fell apart and I landed on some large splinters and nails before the rest pinned me on top of it."
"Let me get some stuff to clean it," he was up and moving into the kitchen. Before she could stop herself, Sydney noticed how his legs bowed ever so slightly and the top of his boxers peeked out above his jeans. She turned her head as he came back.
"Rufus just happened to have an old mattress," Bobby announced as he and Sam came back with the object in their possession. "We'll get it downstairs for you."
As Sydney watched them maneuver around the room to the stairs hidden in the corner, cold liquid splashed on her arm and she hissed.
"You trying to piss me off more?" Sydney barked, her eyes squinting at Dean.
"Just trying to help," Dean muttered. "Sorry." Sydney noticed that he was a bit…deflated, like something was weighing him down a lot more than just some levia-what-nots running amuck.
"No, I'm sorry," Sydney sighed. Dean's eyes met hers at that statement. "It's just been a really long day. I shouldn't get mad at you for helping me."
His green irises softened and Sydney could feel emotional trauma radiating off him in droves. Sydney chewed on the inside of her lip. She had always been able to read people, but something about Dean caught her completely off guard. Dean finished dabbing at her arm and put another piece of gauze over the top, his brow coming together as he skillfully placed the tape.
"Are you okay?" Sydney asked before she realized it. For the second time that night, Dean looked right at her.
"Nothing I can't handle," he let her wrist go and gave her a smile that she knew was completely fake. "Hope you sleep well."
Sydney watched him make his way into the other room then heard the door to the porch slam shut. How she had ended up here, Sydney thought, was of far less concern than what it was going to be like living with three men. Especially when she was worried about one that seemed to want nothing to do with her.