Caught up in Sam Winchester (Sam X Reader)

by NadiaMoon

You are an FBI agent with a dark secret. You are a werewolf. You have been an agent for three years as well as a lone wolf. You have never had a pack to call your own. While you are walking back to your apartment you see a pack of wolves circling two bystanders. You immediately go to help only to find that the bystanders are the same ones you have been hiding from. Sam and Dean Win

3. Chapter 3

Your P.O.V

You enter your apartment sweating and out of breath. Running from Castiel's call was hard. It always has been. But being the rebellious girl you were, you learned how to control the urge to go back. You take your coat off and your holster. You listen as the Desert eagle and 357 fall to the ground. You left the other guns at the office. Note to self; pick up other guns and leave 357 at the office from now on.

"I need a shower." You mumble. You walk to your small bedroom and strip. You wrap a towel around you and turn on your favorite playlist as loud as your phone will let you. Leaving it on the sink, you start the shower.

You couldn't get the taller Winchester out of your mind. Was he an asshole or a sweet guy? Would he be a person you could see yourself with? What are you thinking?! You know the rules Cas gave you! 1) Never ever give your heart away! 2) Never give yourself up to a Winchester!

Before Cas had found you in the orphanage, you were raped multiple times by a demon. You were defenseless at the time. If you could go back and tell your younger self one thing; it would be to stay alert and bite. Hard.

Lost in your memories, you are snapped back to the present when steam fills the room. You sigh and get in the shower. You run your hands through your hair, trying to get the soap suds out, when your ears prick to the sound of your door's lock being picked. Your hair forgotten, you jump out of the shower, leaving it on as a distraction. As quickly as possible you slip on a pair of panties and skinny jeans and a fresh bra and a Metallica T-shirt. Quickly running to the living room as silently as possible you grab your guns. Slipping the Desert Eagle in your back pocket you aim the 357 at the door. Slowly pulling the cock back you breath quietly and move behind the couch. The intruders finally pic the lock and help themselves in.

Winchesters. Your heart speeds up at the sight of the taller brother. What are you truly like behind the persona of indifference? You wonder.

"Y/N!" The shorter one calls. He has no weapon, "We just want to talk." Your stance tells me you don't.

"Dean, I think she is in the shower." Sam stated. The ploy was working.

"Then I'll go drag her naked ass out!" Dean screamed. He headed in the direction of your room. Sam stayed in the living room and looked around. He stopped and cocked his head as he looked at the picture. Your heart twisted. It was the only picture you had of your parents. Your real Parents.

You can't handle his staring at the small you, the little girl laughing on that damn tire swing. That little girl didn't exist and you didn't want this stranger to see a dead person. A person that used to be you.

"Put your hands up and back away from the shelf. Do not make me shoot." You say with conviction. Sam obeys your orders. He is smart.

"What are you and asshole doing in my house?" You demand.

"To get you to talk." Dean's voice sounds behind you. You feel a sudden explosion of pain coming from the back of your head. You fall to the ground and before you black out you hear Sam yell, "Dean! What the literal fuck, man?!"