Group Hunt
You threw your jacket back on and went to grab your keys from the side table next to the door when Sam put his hand on top of yours. Looking up to meet his gaze, you raised your eyebrows. He quickly pulled his hand off of yours so as not to lose it (smart boy). "Uh, I was just thinking that since we're working together on this one maybe we should drive together? I don't see a reason two cars are needed and seeing that it's now raining and you left the top down….". You looked outside. Son of a bitch! Stupid monsoon season. Sighing, you dropped the keys back on the table and nodded. "Yea, I guess that makes sense. (You look to Dean)…Can I drive?" He simply laughed as he passed you to walk out the door, Sam following behind. You looked at the boys ahead of you and sighed.
You walked up to the car and as Sam and Dean entered it, you stroked her silver handle. You were going to savor this moment. Yes, Dean Winchester was kind of a moron, but you couldn't blame the car for that. Pressing your thumb into the handle to click Her open, you slid onto the black leather of the seat behind Sam. Finally inside, you reminisced about the one time that John had brought this car by to visit with your mom. He was even nice enough to let you play inside of it (you were only about six at the time). It was the first week after your father went on his second deployment. John just wanted to make sure the family was okay.
"You gonna shut the door or what?" Dean says from the driver's seat. "Oh, yeah, sorry." He brought you out of your thoughts just in time. Now was not the moment to get into daddy issues. The engine roared to life and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't get just a tinge of arousal. You took one last glance out the window and watched as your room got smaller and smaller, a bad feeling building in your gut.
About half an hour passed and you finally arrived at the third and final warehouse, praying that the other demon was taking refuge there. You reached in your black duffel bag and pulled out your gold plated desert eagle. You twirled the gun on your index finger and deposited him in the back of your pants. Sure guns were useless, but you sure as hell felt better taking it in with you. "Ah man, you gotta let me test him out one day," Dean says as he deposits his own ivory gripped firearm in the back of his jeans. "Only if you let me drive someday." He contemplated this and finally answered, "I'll think about it." You risked a smile and shook your head. There was a 'one-day'. Meaning the boys planned to keep in touch. Interesting. Figuring out how that made you feel would have to wait until later. You had a job to do.
Trying to open the door of the warehouse, you quickly realized it was locked. Sam stepped forward; ready to pick it when you held your arm out and gave him a look. No Winchester brother was going to upstage you at your own game. Sam read your expression and took a step back. You decided to go with the pick that you kept in the inside pocket of your jacket. Slipping the rod into the lock, you had it open in seconds. You looked up just long enough to smirk at the brothers and entered the building.
Yea, that whole entering the building thing…bad idea. You took one step inside and were immediately flung into some antique wooden cabinet. With glass display cupboards. The wood splintered and the glass shattered, each substance finding millions of tiny pieces embedded in your body. The bitch threw you hard. Struggling to get up, you saw that both Sam and Dean were pinned against the wall, Sam currently being choked. Thinking fast, you dipped your fingers into a particularly bad gash on your leg and began painting symbols on the floor. You overheard the demon saying something about how John's death was Dean's fault and he fit right on the list. Hurrying your task, you closed the circle and stood up. "Hey bitch, you gonna talk all day or are we gonna fight?" The brunette that the demon was currently occupying turned to look at you and walked in your direction. "You're either stupid or suicidal. Either way, you're dying today." She was getting close to where you needed her to be, but instead of fighting fair, again she raised her hand and threw you, this time, into some metal shelving. Yea, you dented the metal. This whole furniture storage thing was really working to her benefit. And definitely not in yours. "And this time stay down." She turned to walk back to the boys and suddenly stopped. Looking down, she saw your blood-crafted devil's trap and laughed. Without even looking up, she smirked, "You really thought it would be that easy? You're dumber than you loo-!" At this point you had found a Hail Mary. There happened to be fire pokers next to the shelving. Iron pokers. Before the bitch could finish her sentence, you had used it to choke her from behind, pressing it against her neck. The harder she struggled, the tighter your grip. She was sandwiched between you and the rod. You began to recite an exorcism, your lips pressed to her ear and she really started to fight you, clawing at your arms with her nails. She drew blood, but in comparison with everything else, it was barely a scratch. You pulled and struggled with her, inching her closer and closer to your homemade devil's trap. She was really fighting hard. With a final blow, she threw her head back into yours, causing you to land on your ass and her next to you, precisely in the center of the trap. She let out a scream that felt like nails on a chalkboard to your pounding brain. "You three are gonna burn. I'll make sure of it!" You grabbed your forehead and finished the exorcism, the black smoke leaving the brunette's body in a tornado-like haze.
The boys were released and went to help her when you let out a groan. Remembering the third member of the hunting party, Dean broke off to go help you while Sam grabbed the meat suit. He checked you over to make sure nothing was broken. After satisfying that criteria, he went to help you up. His hands twitched above you, trying to figure out the best way to do it without hurting you further. There was also doubt in his expression, as he didn't want to offend you by touching you the wrong way or anything. "Just help me up jackass, I promise I won't sue." Bringing a bit of humor seemed to work as he smiled and relaxed, swinging one of your arms around his neck and bringing you to your feet. Placing his other arm around your waist, the two of you made your way to the car, your ribs and head aching from the impacts. After finally getting you situated in the back seat, Dean ran to the driver's side and started the car. You were a little embarrassed that it had taken you well over two minutes to realize that you were not alone in the back. The brunette that had kicked your ass was sitting on the other side, still unconscious. Given that you had just had the sense beaten out of you, you decided to give yourself a pass, just this once.
The impala arrived at the nearest urgent care and Sam got out to grab the girl. He carried her to the front and placed her gently on the ground, running back to the car. You checked his expression and you were a bit perplexed. He was ashamed of what he just did, like he didn't want anyone to judge him for it. Hell, you weren't gonna judge him. Every hunter's done the same thing. You'd literally done it earlier that day. It really was best not to have to answer any questions. Besides, someone was obviously going to find her. By that one look alone, you'd learned so much about Sam. He was different than most hunters.
Sam slammed the door to the car and Dean drove away. You began to pick at the larger pieces of glass and wood in your body, trying to pry them out. Dean looked at what you were doing in the rearview and dug a bandana out from his jacket. "Here". It was almost a sweet gesture. "So you don't get blood on my seat." You stand corrected. Shaking your head, you went for the big one. There was a piece of wood lodged in your thigh, the same piece you used when you needed blood for the trap. However, there was a problem. The wood was broken off from a corner, creating an L shape inside the wound. You knew what you had to do, but you really didn't want to. You grabbed the knife from your boot and pulled your belt off. Biting down on the thick leather, you thrust the knife into your thigh, parallel to the wood. Letting out a slight whimper, you pushed the knife in further, digging the offending object out of your flesh. Finally, the damn thing was out. You rolled the window down and chucked it outside. Your leg was bleeding profusely and you knew you needed to get some pressure on there or else you were gonna bleed out. You grabbed the bandana that Dean gave you and bit on your belt once more as you tied it around your thigh, letting out just one involuntary cry as you tightened it further. It freaking hurt.
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Both Dean and Sam were observing the procedure happening in the back seat. Both had the same feeling of wanting to help, but knowing they could do nothing. Instead, they just stared in the rearview mirror with sympathetic expressions. Then the cry sounded and both were on edge. "You sure you don't want to go to the ER? That looks pretty bad Y/N."
"Since when does a little blood scare a Winchester away? Keep driving Dean I'm fine." Dean sighed and, against his better judgment, just made his way back to your motel. The faster he got you there the faster you could patch yourself up and disinfect the wound. Dean pressed the gas harder looking intently at the road. A million thoughts were racing through his mind. He blamed himself for you getting hurt. He knew the whole 'ladies first' thing was bull when it came to hunting. He should've gone in first and taken the blow for you. Not only that, but then that black eyed bitch had to go and bring up John. Dean knew that John's death truly was his fault, and that the demon would probably bring it up given what she was. That still didn't make it hurt any less. The only comfort he gained was from the thought that the job was done and the demons taken care of. He turned into the last street leading to the motel parking lot and immediately stopped the car. The three passengers' jaws dropped simultaneously as the sirens wailed outside…
