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scribeofwinchesters · 2 months

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Secrets and Lies: Chapter 10 - Not Up For Discussion

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,236

Summary: With the shifter dead, you and Dean head to Sam's last known location to find him… but will it be too late?

Previous chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Sevenandahalf Eight Nine

A/N: I know it's been awhile. Hopefully you read my recent personal update. If no ones out there anymore to read this, that's okay, I get it. Gonna keep going though <3 Link to Ao3 if you prefer

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You and Dean climbed out of the Impala and hurried to the split doors of the garage. Each of you took one, and together, pushed them shut. You jogged back to the car as Dean pulled the keys from his pocket and locked it before turning to catch up with you.

As you waited for Dean, in the rearview mirror something caught your eye. Sam’s old ‘70 Dodge Challenger that he’d taken to driving as a backup when Dean needed to keep Baby.

“Dean,” you said nervously as he approached his open door. Your eyes stayed trained on the reflection of the car. Dean’s gaze followed yours until it fell upon what you'd already seen... the car.

He hesitated for the slightest second.

“Stay here,” he said. He turned and hustled over to the car.

You watched through the mirror as Dean opened the door and the overhead lamp filled the interior of the car with a faint glow. He rummaged through the car's interior before popping the trunk open. You studied what you could of his expression and movements, lit only by the moonlight and the amber haze of the interior, hoping it would pre-warn you as to what might be in the car, in case you needed to brace yourself for…

You shook your head, not willing to let your thoughts travel down that road yet.

Dean shut the trunk and hurried back to the Impala.

He climbed in, pulled his door shut, and gunned it. He didn’t let up as the Impala’s tires briefly spun out, spraying gravel in its wake.

"Found this," he said as he pulled a matchbook out of his jacket pocket. "That's in the town Sam was in, where he was working that case. It's just an hour's drive away… we’ll make it in thirty. Call that place, The Lost Creek Inn, see if he checked in under any of his aliases.”

You nodded silently as you began flipping the matchbook over with one hand and dialed the motel's number that was printed on its label.

Twenty minutes later you had managed to charm the kid at the desk into telling you which room Sam had checked into. He'd also tried ringing Sam’s room twice with no answer. You knew it had been a long shot but you were still disappointed.

You continued fiddling silently with the matchbook and stared blankly at the road ahead.

Dean had one of his old tapes playing quietly while you’d been on the phone but now that you were done it was just awkwardly quiet.

“Y/n-” Dean started before you cut him off.

“Dean, don’t,” you said as you shook your head carefully, flipping the matchbook between your fingers.

Dean watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t ask me… if I’m okay, or whatever. I don’t want to think about it. And if you ask me that… if I have to think about it, then I won’t be. And all I want to do right now is find Sam and until I put my eyes on him, on the real Sam, then nothing else matters.”

Dean gave you a single nod and faced back toward the dark road. You reached over and turned the volume knob so that the music filled your mind and blocked everything else out. Two more songs played through as the two of you sat silently, your emotions drowned out by the thrumming guitar of Jimmy Page and the crashing cymbals and beating drum of John Bonham.

Dean glanced at you. You were dialing Sam’s number again. It rang five times and you tapped the red button, ending the call before you could hear Sam’s voice telling you to leave a message, exactly as you had done each previous time. You looked back up at the road, your jaw set as you stared blankly ahead, occasionally reminding yourself to take deep breaths, occasionally reminding yourself to breathe at all. You hadn’t passed a single car the entire way, thankfully, so Dean was able to keep the Impala at a steady one hundred, and then some, miles per hour.

He shifted in his seat and you watched him out of the corner of your eye as he placed his arm across the seat, half-way to you, palm up. It could have easily been perceived as just an awkward stretch but you knew what he was trying to do. He may not be able to comfort you or himself with words, mostly because he couldn’t find them, but he could make sure you knew you weren’t alone. Without looking you dropped the matchbook from your left hand, reached across, and placed your hand in his. He quickly enveloped it in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

The action caused you to briefly remember the words of the shifter. Were Dean’s feelings for you entirely platonic? You shut your eyes and shook your head minutely. The thought was so completely ridiculous to you that you couldn’t even entertain it for a single second. Not even when you’d first heard it back in your room was there a single doubt that the shifter was lying to further torment you. If you googled ‘big brother’ in a perfect world, the first 10 search results would all be Dean Winchester. He embodied everything a big brother should be. He comforted you through the worst, he saved you from purgatory, and he could always make you laugh. Dean was your best friend. And you were his.

You knew you were close when Dean turned the radio’s volume down to a whisper. It was a small town and the last thing you needed was to get the wrong attention from the cops or locals.

You pulled into the motel parking lot where Dean parked haphazardly and followed closely behind him as he kicked in the door to Sam’s room. He motioned for you to stay at the entrance. He cleared the entire place, gun drawn, and jerked his head upward to let you know it was clear. You shut the door behind you as you both began searching the room for clues.

Dean went to the closet and pushed the shirts hanging there aside to find a map with various red, sharpie’d x’s and question marks beside three outlying addresses. It was an old road map so it was impossible to tell what you’d find there. Dean yanked on the map, ripping it at the corners where it had been pinned.

“Come on,” he said.

Once in the car, it was you who placed your palm out for Dean to grasp. He did so as he maneuvered the car out of the parking lot with one hand.

The Impala bounced as he pulled across the sharp incline of the driveway and Dean grunted out his mild annoyance.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t try to convince me to stay back at the bunker,” you said.

Dean glanced over at you briefly and as he looked away you were certain he winced. His body seemed to shiver and you wondered what he was thinking. Maybe it was your appearance; seeing your cuts and scrapes. You tried not to think about it. He inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry to tell you this but you’ll be lucky if I let you out of my sight ever again. New Winchester family rule. You must be with either me or Sam at all times. I’ll get two twin beds, hell, bunk beds for all I care, in my room, if that’s what it takes,” he said. You expected him to chuckle, or smile at you, to let you know he was joking.

But he didn’t.

He was dead serious.

“Besides that… that thing fucked with the warding and until I can get Cass in there we need to be on red alert.”

“I mean… he had all of Sam’s memories. Maybe there was a spell or something Sam knew that helped him,” you suggested.

“Maybe…,” Dean said as he pulled the Impala in front of the building that had been the closest of the three red question marks. It was a small, abandoned store at the eastern end of Main St. Its sign hanging out front was replaced with a sun-bleached ‘For Sale’ sign. There was another huge ‘For Sale’ sign hung in the display front window. It had long ago slipped down to one side. Spiderwebs and dust coated every inch of what you could see through the window as well as the awning over the storefront. You and Dean both climbed out and glanced around for onlookers before heading to the window and peeking in. Dean tried the front door. It had not been opened in quite some time. You followed him around back. He shook the handle of the back door which was padlocked. He crouched down and you could see around him that it was old and rusted.

“No one’s been here in ages,” he commented.

You followed him back to the Impala and as you climbed in you grabbed the paper map from the dashboard and opened the maps app on your phone to cross-reference the other two question marks, hoping one might jump out to you as being the best place to look next.

The first one you looked up was a gas station that looked as though it hadn’t been in business for about half a century. You looked at the linked pictures. It was completely dilapidated and covered in graffiti. It was overgrown by tall weeds and encroaching trees. You could hardly see the building from the road anymore. The second was just a blank square on your digital map. No indication of what it was or used to be and no one had shared any images of it. If something about it stood out to Sam as he drove past it then it must have been his gut and Sam’s gut was rarely wrong. You couldn’t imagine it was the gas station. It looked like a smoking spot for high schoolers. Not secluded or private enough for a monster hiding in a small town.

You handed the map to Dean and pointed to the mysterious question mark as he put the Impala in drive and slid away from the curb.

“You sure?” he asked.

You nodded. “Has to be.”

It didn’t take long to get there. It was tucked away behind several municipal buildings just off Main St. You pulled past the Post Office and Dean turned right. You could see further down the street there were small houses that looked like they’d been built in the post-world-war baby boom of the late forties. They were tucked away behind a row of tall white oaks that had been planted and grown there alongside the lives of the people that lived here over the last seventy years. Behind the post office was a row of Elm trees along either side of a small, broken, and worn driveway. Dean turned off the headlights and slowly pulled the Impala down the drive, between the trees.

Another ten yards past the row of trees was a small brick building, with no windows and one heavy, steel door. It, too, looked like something built in years long gone. Nondescript, the kind of thing most people drive past and occasionally think, “I wonder what that is,” and then half a second later forget all about it. The entire area was squared in by unnatural rows of trees, separating it from the private property to the left and the post office to the right. It was completely hidden. Behind it towered a large phone tower and immediately you knew what it was.

“What is this?” Dean wondered aloud.

“An old telephone switchboard building. I think they still use them but now it’s all automated. I’m sure this place only gets visitors when something goes wrong or for routine walks.”

“Why’s it so hidden?”

“Well, probably because they don’t want to check on it more than they need to, so they don’t want it to stand out to randos driving past or teenage delinquents. Also, I’m genuinely just guessing, but probably because of the Cold War.”

“Ruskies. Right,” Dean nodded. Despite having not expounded, that conclusion made absolute sense to him.

“You and Sam really do belong together. I don’t know a single person other than Sam who would have known any of that,” he said, giving you a gentle smile.

He’d been doing that, reminding you gently that you and Sam belonged together. As if telegraphing it would comfort you somehow.

You suddenly realized how hollow you felt inside. It was as though a single marble was bouncing around inside of you, pinging off the metallic edges of you. It collided into nothing because there was nothing there: no heart, no lungs, no muscles or veins, no thoughts or wants or needs. There couldn’t be because until you found Sam, you weren’t a whole person. You had cut yourself off from everything else and you existed, now, only to find him.

Dean pulled the Impala off the driveway to avoid the off-chance of being seen from the road and cut the engine. You had already reached over the back seat and pulled your handgun packed with silver bullets and two knives from your duffle. The silver one you hooked over the back of your jeans with its holster and the other you tucked down into your boot.

You opened your door and as you climbed out Dean grabbed you your upper arm.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said in a hushed tone, his face twisted with confusion. “We don’t know that there’s not a second shifter,” he said, seemingly surprised at how easily you were about to jump in without talking it over first.

You sat back down and stared over at him. “It’s not very likely.”

“Oh, it’s not likely. Then by all means, just run into the weird, dark building with no windows where there’s god-knows-what inside,” he said, throwing his hands in the air as he whisper-yelled.

You sighed. You knew he was mostly right. “Okay, then how are we doing this?” you asked. “I go right, you go left, reconvene in the back, and go from there?”

“Mmm, no,” he said in mock consideration. “I think it’ll be best if you stick with me and then we’ll go in together,” he said as he checked over his bullets and shoved the clip inside the weapon with a click as it snapped into place.

“Dean, we can’t leave any entry poin-”

He cut you off with a wave of his hand before saying, “Nope. Not a discussion. Let’s go.” He climbed out of the car and you followed suit, rolling your eyes as you went. You each shut your doors as quietly as you could and Dean jogged out in front of you as you fell in line behind him.

He approached the front door and lightly tugged at the handle. It had zero give. For good measure, Dean pushed it and got the same result. Turning away from the door, he held his gun out in front of him while you pointed yours to the ground. He headed toward the left and it took everything in you to not disobey him to save time by splitting the work and heading right but after everything else, you were not ready to make an argument with Dean the cherry on top of this shit sundae.

Dean approached each corner of the building with confident ease and carefully spied around the corner before rounding it and guiding you to stay close behind. You periodically checked your back to be safe. It wasn’t an altogether out-of-the-ordinary position for you to be the tail but most often on hunts, you were sandwiched between them, the tall brothers towering over you even when they were hunching to make themselves less visible. It didn’t help you flex your hunter muscles but it did make you feel incredibly safe. And of course, Dean and Sam had many years more of experience on you so it was no use to argue with them.

After clearing the outside you made your way to the back door. It had seen more use than the front door and you imagined that was because of the lower odds of being seen. It was a small building and you imagined it didn’t even contain any rooms so if there was someone in it, they’d hear you the moment you opened the door.

Dean tried the handle which was, of course, locked. He pulled his lockpick kit from his back pocket and knelt down as he got to work cracking the lock.

Standing with your back directly to Dean, you scanned the small field behind you and beyond the fencing, to the horizon. You could never get over how legitimately flat Kansas was. Everywhere, every part of it… just… so flat; just ground and horizon for miles. The proverbial opposite of the mountains and boulders of Colorado where you’d grown up. The two places could not have been more different.

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears and you did everything in your power to focus on your breathing so that you could listen out for any movement in the grass or trees or buildings surrounding you. You tried not to imagine Sam lying dead beside a pile of shed shifter goo. But it was the only place your imagination seemed currently capable of going to.

“The horizon, the stars, the trees swaying in the wind, the moon,” you thought as you scanned the area slowly, from left to right, and listened. To your disbelief, it seemed to work. Other than the wind all you could hear was the scraping of Dean’s tools inside the lock. “The horizon, the stars, the trees swaying in the wind, the moon.”

Finally, after several agonizing moments, there was a soft click. Dean quickly put his tools away and tucked them back into his pocket as he stood up. He pulled his gun from the back of his jeans and released the safety.

“You pull the door and I’ll clear the entry, then fall in line behind me. Stay close,” he whispered as he looked back at you over his shoulder. You nodded blankly at him. This wasn’t your first rodeo. “Close, do you hear me? I better be able to hear you fucking breathe,” he said sternly.

“I’m not an idiot, Dean,” you replied in a hushed tone.

“I know you’re n-... I’m just telling you to be careful,” he said in an angry whisper. “Could ya maybe tone down the sass? It’s kinda the last thing I need right now.”

“I could say the same thing,” you thought. But Dean was right. As much as it annoyed you when Dean became overprotective, or condescending, you knew you were wasting precious minutes to save Sam.

He stood at an angle, away from the door. You put your gun into the waistband of your jeans and gripped the handle of the door with both hands. It was an older, steel door so you knew there was a good chance it was going to drag along the door jamb and you’d have to yank it to get it fully open.

You locked eyes with Dean and he mouthed the words, “Three, two, one.”

EDIT: Chapter 11

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the-blonde-adventurer · 2 years

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Lucifer's Girl (4)

I open my eyes to see Lucifer was gone and I was alone in the room. I slowly get up, feeling a sharp pain in my stomach; I winced but stood up, holding onto the bedpost. I look straight ahead into an old mirror to see I was cleaned up. No more blood covering my skin, no more armor or weapons on me; I wore a black flowy dress that went to the floor. I walk out of the room, going down several halls to see Lucifer sitting on a throne. "No, as I said, she is staying here until she is better! You will respect her and listen to her as you do me! I don't care if you feel that way! WHAT I SAY GOES!! YOU HAVE BEEN REPLACED. GET OVER IT!! IF I EVER FIND OUT YOU HURT HER, I WILL KILL YOU!" He screamed at her as his eyes turned a blood red.

"Yes, my love." Abaddon smirked as she walked away, looking at me before she left. Wait for what? My love? I stood there for a minute before I felt someone grab my arm tightly, leading me out to Lucifer. His eyes grew wide as he saw me up. "I found this one wondering the halls and lingering." The demon says to him.

"Bring her to me." He commanded him. I was slowly walked up the steps before I was brought before him. "Come here." He beckons me with his finger. I walk over to him to have him pick me up setting me on his lap as he wrapped one arm around me as the other rested on my head. "Don't you ever touch her like that again! Now gather all demons here!!" The demon disappeared as more of them started appearing. "Listen up! This is your Queen; you will treat her with respect and obey her commands as you do me. If I find out you are not doing those things, I will smite you on the spot!" He threatened them. They all nodded and disappeared, leaving us in the room. "How do you feel, my Queen?" He whispered as his breath was on my neck. "My stomach hurts; I have a sharp pain in it," I tell him truthfully.

"Well, I think by tomorrow, you should be fine." He places his hand on my stomach, trying to heal it. He eased up my pain a little bit, making me sigh in relief. "Better?"

"Yes."

"Now, my little warrior, a little birdie tells me your fallen are back in your meadow. They also rejoice for you ending the war and the courage to take on Satan alone. That during that battle, you won the heart of the beast, making him promise never to cause you harm." He smiles with a roll of his eyes playfully at what my people say.

"I don't see a lie." I chuckle as I hold my stomach in pain. His mouth dropped open in a playful gasp. "I won that fight." I continue.

"I didn't fight you, missy." He pokes me playfully as I giggle. He had a giant smile on his face as I teased him. "Because I didn't give you a chance. Just admit it you lost."

"Sure, sure, let's go with that." He smiles as he shakes his head. "You know I could never hurt you."

"Exactly why I won." I continue with my antics smiling as I lift my chin. "I know you wouldn't hurt me either." He puts his thumb on my chin, making me look into his crystal eyes. "This is true."

"You are adorable; you know that?"

"I try." He leans in, shaping his lips on mine as his facial hair gently rubbed on my face. I ran my hands rough his ruffled blonde hair before pulling his head closer to me.

"My king." I heard Abaddon say. I felt him move to hold up a finger to her to wait as he pulled me closer into the kiss before pulling back. 'We will continue this later.' He thought to me as he rested his forehead on mine before looking over to her. "What, can't you see I'm busy?"

"We found it, sire." She says with her head bowed. Lucifer straightened up before patting my back, signaling I need to stand up. I stood up, watching him walk away. 'I'll be right back.'

"Take her to my room." He commands her as he walks out the double doors. I stood up, following her back to the room. "You know he doesn't care about you, right? You are just good for the time being until he finds a new toy. I was in your shoes before you showed up. Him doing sweet little things for you, giving your favorite flowers, telling you things he swears he never said to anyone else. The sex is amazing, though! It won't last. He moves on to the next very quickly. I wouldn't get used to being Queen down here just yet because as soon as you do, you'll be replaced. I don't think those marks will change who he is; he's the Devil, causing problems, and sinning is who he is. If I were you, I'd leave now to save yourself from heartbreak." She crossed her arms, standing outside of his door.

"Don't talk to me that way, do you understand me!?! I will do what I wish and be with who I wish." I hold my hand up, making her writhed in pain, dropping to the floor. She started screaming from the excruciating pain as I watched with joy. Demons began to gather around, watching what I was doing to her. Then I saw Lucifer leaning against the wall, watching me with arms crossed and a giant grin on his face. I stopped and stood over her. "Consider this a lesson." I walk into Lucifer's room, slamming the door. I stare into the old mirror, trying to control my temper, when I heard the door open and shut. "Leave me alone." I grit my teeth. "Woah, she must have upset you." He holds his hands up in defense. "Doll, tell me what's wrong?" He stood next to me, massaging my shoulders.

"Your ex-girlfriend." I grit my teeth. How could he not tell me about her? He kills every other demon when they treat me poorly, but when she does it, he does nothing! He still has feelings for her!!

"Oh, I see what's going on. She's jealous of you. Let me guess she told you we were a thing?" He laughs, not taking this seriously.

"Yes, along with other things." I glare at him in the mirror.

"Show me what she said." He growls, growing frustrated at what she could have said to make me act out. I open my mind to him, showing our whole conversation. He started laughing, wiping a tear from his eye. "What's so funny?" I question. "Honey, she wants you to leave. I was never a thing with her. Yeah, I used her one time, but she was only a toy to me. You, you, my beautiful Queen, are the only woman to make me feel this way." He kissed my neck lightly, sending chills down my spine as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. "You are the only one for me." He whispers. "We are meant for each other, baby." He went up to my ear, slowly sucking on it. I let a small moan escape my lips feeling him smiling in my neck. "What do you say we show them who's girl you are?" It was very tempting, but I was still in pain and didn't want him to leave me afterward. "Leave you?" He turns me around, looking into my eyes. "I'd never leave you. You aren't my toy. You are my girl. If you aren't ready, then that's okay. We will wait until you are ready." He brushed my hair behind my ear, looking me in the eyes. "Alright, let's get you to bed so you can rest." He takes my hand to lead me to the bed before moving the covers for me. It was mid-afternoon, and I was ready to sleep; even only being up for an hour, I'm ready for bed. I lay down, feeling the bed shift next to me to see Lucifer took his usual spot to watch me sleep. I scoot closer to him, wanting to cuddle with him. He got the hint and got in the covers with me, pulling me close to him spooning me. "Go to sleep, my Queen. I'll be here when you wake." He kissed my head. His warmth was so soothing, and being in his strong arms, I felt safe. I close my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

**** I walk down an unfamiliar town seeing structures I've never seen before made out of glass and metal reaching for the skies. The ground was a hard black giant rock with lines painted over it while metal things sped by. I saw Lucifer standing in the middle of it, causing these structures to fall, making everyone scream in terror. He was causing so much havoc and distraction. "Lucifer, stop this!" I go over to him, but he used his powers, shoving me out of the way. "Lucifer, STOP!! PLEASE!!" I beg him, but he continued to ignore me. I finally broke free as strange men dressed in weird clothes came over to help me. I tried to stop him, but he refused to listen as he yelled at his father to come down here and talk to him. The sky began to darken, turning day into night. I pushed Lucifer out of the way from getting shot with archangel blades getting stabbed in the heart. He stopped looking at me, shocked, before running over to me. "Freyja!?! Why, why did you save me?"

"I couldn't let you die. I promised you I'd take care of you, and I did. Hey, promise me you'll look after Jack and the boys. I love you." I breathe before I die. Lucifer sat there and cried as he held me in his arms. "What have you done?" A man in a trench coat walks over, asking him. Lucifer went to snap his fingers but then looked at me before putting his hand down. "She wasn't supposed to die." He cried tears of sorrow. He tried to bring me back, but nothing worked.

I sat up, gasping, looking over to my side to see Lucifer sitting against the headboard with his head hung down. "Freyja, this isn't going to work out." He sighs.

"What?" I look at him, confused.

"I'm too dangerous to be around. You are going to end up dead because of me."

"The future always changes; nothing is set in stone. Just don't go and destroy Midgard. Just be with me and be happy. Will I ever be enough for you?" I look down, realizing it's me that's the problem.

"Of course, you'll be enough. I mean, look how long we were together. That's way in the future I don't even know what half that stuff was. We are in the 13th century right now, and that must be in what like 20 centuries? Clearly, we work out, but I got angry and had the need to cause a scene with you dying as a result."

"The future isn't set in stone. A decision can change everything. It's all in your hands Lucifer, would you rather revenge or a life with me?" I give him two choices as I grab his hand. He looked up at me for the first time, and I saw his eyes were a puffy red as those blue pools turned a dark blue. "I want to be with you." He finally says. I scoot closer to him, pulling him in my arms comforting him. "Then that's all you have to do."

"Freyja, I can't let you get hurt. I'd rather distance myself from you to keep you safe than watch you die." He hugs me back.

"If you want me to leave, then I will." I run my hand through his hair. "I guess you are so angry you can't let it go and live a nice long eternity with me," I state as I kiss the top of his head before getting off the bed. I get ready to leave when he pops up in front of me, holding my hand. "Don't leave."

"Lucifer, you have to choose. Me or revenge." I give him the two choices. He sighed, looking down at the floor before looking into my eyes. "I choose you."

"Do you promise me?" I ask him for certainty, not wanting to be lied to.

"Yes, my dear."

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