#just act like gun and porsche are back together and stop TOUCHING ALL THE TIME

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Love me, love me not ~ pt. 9

09: When Grayson has a good day

Summary: Five months passed, the pair finally reunited. Y/N comes bearing more good news he could even imagine...but life always counters good news with bad ones.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, talking about sex

Word count: 3.3 k

Love me, love me not ~ Series Masterlist

She hasn’t seen Grayson in almost five months. She has seen him, but not really - photos don’t count. Dreams don’t count.

While the world speculated about their sudden break, or at least what they could assume is a break up considering the pair hadn’t been seen hand in hand for so long, Y/N and Grayson continued their lives to the best of their ability, just in different directions.

Grayson got his callback for Dimitri and after months, he was finally in the top three. He focused on his own mental health and physical preparations for the role he was gunning for, putting love on hold because he didn’t give up on Y/N. Just as he promised her.

Y/N decided to step down from the spotlight until she had to return for final rounds of auditions for major characters, a chemistry check sort to speak. She retreated into her own bubble, traveling the world as silently as possible, although she was caught in pretty much every country she visited.

She discovered thighs about herself she didn’t even know, learning that being alone and lonely are two very different things. You choose to be alone while loneliness is imposed on you. And she was lonely at first, twirling the ring she refused to take off, and thinking about the man who gave it to her for safekeeping. But then she was just alone, enjoying her own company and the beauty of self-love. She forgot about that for a while, but she rediscovered what it means to be human again.

And she missed Grayson.

She especially missed him when she saw the tattoo he had gotten shortly after their departure - a pink-haired woman, driving a convertible, just as she imagined Rose to be in her head…the tears on her cheeks must have been what he had envisioned, the same tears he saw her shed that night they last saw each other.

They didn’t completely stop talking. She’d shoot him an odd text or a photo of a sunset every once in a while, and he’d send her news on the casting progress.

It took her two weeks and five days to cave to Snapchat him a photo of a sunset over Machu Pichu, captioning it with: Made me think of you.

She’d like his photos and tweets and he’d do the same. It was what kept the fans alive and convinced the break wasn’t a breakup, simply a distance thing.

Grayson and Y/N knew they’ll meet soon enough. It was inevitable. Neither really cared to fight the sentimental smiles that pulled at their lips with each passing day, because every day brought them closer together, it meant she’d be back to L.A. and back to him.

And he missed her.

Grayson missed the smell of her hair and the way she’d tuck it behind her ear. He missed her lingering perfume and the way he’d smell her on his shirt for a week after they’d hug. And he missed her smile that warmed his heart and made him lay down his armor. But, what he missed the most were actually her cold hands and the way they would hold onto his as if he were the last source of heat in this world…and the ring he saw in her photos didn’t escape him. He knew she still wore it. Even if he somehow managed to miss it, which is impossible considering he looks for it in every new sighting picture as it symbolizes hope for their reunion, the fans and social media definitely didn’t as they made sure to zoom in every time and freak out over it just as Grayson does.

After all the longing and necessary healing, Y/N finally got to call to return home.

The very thought made her giddy, but also an anxious mess. She had changed since the last time they talked face to face and she worried if he would like the new parts of her soul.

Would he like the wanderer she had become?

She would know soon as his face is the first one that comes in view when she steps foot into the airport.

Despite her wanting to be calm, she couldn’t help but run straight into his arms. She didn’t care about fans taking pictures around them, nor the paparazzi. She didn’t care about her belongings as they remained discarded on the floor. She didn’t care about anything but the man who stood with flowers in his hand and the feel of his arms around her frame she missed so dearly.

She ran so fast, her heart threatening to burst, the smile on her face wide from the start. Grayson spread his arms, bending his knees just a little to make sure he didn’t drop her. He felt his heart swell with each stride she had taken in his direction because he knew she wouldn’t fake this for the photos. This was real. Her smile, her ecstatic squeal that echoed all the way to him, it was all real.

Her body collided with his, her arms wrapping around his neck as his secured her waist close to his, helping her legs wrap around him for stability. He twirled her in his arms, the flowers falling to the ground and the huff he let out when she crashed into him long forgotten as emotions ran high.

“You good, big boy?” She giggled, placing her hands on his shoulders as she moved her head back to see him. Her right hand decided his left cheek was a better place to reside, cupping it tenderly with a sweet smile upon his lips there to reward her.

“Yeah. You got heavier.” He chuckled, his hand lowering to her ass instead of her waist, keeping her up in his line of sight. He felt her squirm when he placed his hands low, but her cheeks darkened in a shy attempt to hide how it affected her. His touch had her reeling, needy, desperate. But she didn’t know if she was allowed to make a move after all the time had passed.

“Did you just call me fat, Dolan?” She crinkled her nose, furrowing her eyebrows as well, a playful tone to her words assuring him she’s joking and isn’t truly angry as he began walking, noticing the assistants run for her bags and flowers.

“Not fat, but you’ve definitely filled up there, dhampir princess.” Grayson teased, using her future nickname as a way to remind her he was steps away from being her dhampir prince.

“Says Mr. Buff! I can’t believe how buff you are!” She squeezed his bicep, still very much aware he’s got his hands on her ass and his bulge is rubbing against her clothed core with every step he takes. The worst part about it all is that she can’t even guarantee it’s because he’s horny, because he’s generally always got a bulge, because he is THAT big.

“You too, princess. Can’t wait to explore everything that’s changed.” He smirked, leaning in to whisper. “Every curve, every spot will feel my lips. I missed you.” The words had made her flustered, he knew they would. He enjoyed pushing her buttons after finding what buttons she has and how to operate them. She had become his, even before she knew it.

“Wait.” She needed to say it. “Are we back on, or are we taking his a little slower than last time because I still have commitment issues and I still feel like I’ll freak the fuck out if”, but he ended her rant when he turned them, pressing her back into the cool metal of his Porsche, his lips finding hers so easily. It was basic instinct, something he didn’t even have to think about as he pressed himself closer to her, his body keeping hers upright, her legs tightening around his waist as she pressed her heated core to his bulge…definitely a real bulge now.

“Stop thinking too much, princess.” He whispered between kisses, claiming her lips as his, over and over.

“Nice to see you two are cozying up to each other again, but we gotta go! Y/N has an interview with Ellen in three hours and they’re calling us for makeup.” Tracy interrupted, making Y/N groan into the kiss which used to be reserved for Grayson. It felt good, knowing she wanted him as badly as he wanted her now. She used to hide her emotions so well, he never knew where they stood. He never knew if her feelings for him were real or acting. But the way her legs pushed him closer and she almost dry humped him, that way enough to know at least lust was there, and this groan…there was something real there for sure.

“Can’t he come too?” She whined, her left hand lost in his hair, gripping it for dear life.

“Not today. We have a lot to go over. Meet up later or tomorrow before the last rounds of auditions.” Tracy shrugged, watching them untangle from each other as if it were a punishment of the highest sort.

Y/N stood on her tiptoes, puckering her lips for a kiss, her hand pulling at Grayson’s shirt to get him to lean into her.

“So needy, huh?” He snickered, kissing her once more, unable to contain his smile. He had imagined seeing her again going in many directions, but never once did he think she’d be so happy to see him or so affectionate. He didn’t know she had promised herself not to ignore her needs anymore – and he was just that – a need.

“I’ll text you.” He whispered, surrendering to her lips one last time for the time being, watching her unlatch herself, moving away from him. She glanced his way more than once as she walked away, sending him a tiny wave and he realized something…her hands weren’t cold today.

**

“Today we have a special guest here with us. The brilliant young actress who stole so many hearts over the past two years: Y/N Y/L/N!” Ellen introduced as Y/N came out, blowing air kisses to the crowd, waving to them as she smiled widely, the screaming fans never stopping, even as she sat down. And she missed that – the deafening sound of the people who cared about her, even if they had no idea how off she had been. She missed the thrill it brought and the way it had her adrenaline skyrocket…the feeling of being alive and in the moment.

“Wow, settle down now. You’re gonna scare her off!” Ellen chuckled, turning to Y/N with a mischievous smirk. “So, I think you owe me something, young lady.” She began, making Y/N look left-right, her left eye narrowing ever so slightly as confusion took over her facial features.

“I found you a boyfriend and this is the thanks I get?!” Ellen exclaims, pressing her lips together as she shook her head and Y/N laughed out loud, her cheeks darkening so quickly she felt the heat rush to her face. Hiding her face in her hands, she continued to laugh, finding it hard to speak about Grayson now when things got real.

“I mean, technically, fiancé, but yeah.” She corrected Ellen, wiping tears from under her eyes, hoping she didn’t ruin her make up.

“Do I get an invitation to the wedding? I mean…I should let you know I have a license to marry people now! I got ordained on www.igotordainedsoicouldmarrypeople.com!” Ellen kept a straight face, looking at the much happier looking young lady before her fondly.

“It would only be fair, yeah.” Y/N agreed, placing her left hand over her chest, catching a breath, not even bothering to hide her flustered face anymore.

“I see he still hasn’t gotten you a proper ring.” Ellen begins, but Y/N interjects.

“He did. This right here”, she points to the ring and the camera zooms in. “This ring is the most important thing I own in this whole world. Anyone who was a fan of the Dolan twins would recognize it easily – the ring his late father Sean owned. There isn’t anything he could give me that would ever measure up to this treasure right here.” Y/N spoke genuinely, from the heart, her voice cracking a few times, and for the first time in a long time, this wasn’t an act.

“Wow. I had no idea.” Ellen excused, feeling her own eyes tear up as she heard the story. But she had to light up the situation. “SO…Were you a fan?”

Y/N smiled again, feeling her face ache with so much joyous reactions, but she was about to disclose something she never had before. “I was. I was a hardcore stan actually…and he never responded to any of my tweets and I was salty about it. So, that’s why I ignored him when he first contacted me on Instagram.” She admitted, giggling at the camera before biting her lip innocently, waving to the camera. “Sorry honey.”

What she didn’t know is that the twins were seated at home, both watching the show. And Ethan couldn’t contain himself.

“I KNEW IT! No one could just tell us apart so easily on the first try!”

“She just said we’re engaged and you’re thinking about that?” Grayson shook his head vehemently. “She’s willing to go the distance with me after everything, and you’re excited about confirming your theories? Why am I even surprised? Of course you are.” Grayson chuckled, turning his attention back to the gorgeous woman on the screen.

“So, you’ve been traveling a lot. Any particular reason for that?” Ellen changed the subject discreetly, knowing she should let up and get to the point of their interview.

“It was a road of self-discovery. I wanted to be one with myself and nature as much as possible. I wanted to see everything I always wanted, but I couldn’t because I was working all the time. So, I’ve been to your gorilla resort as well! I absolutely loved the experience. I’ve done swimming with the dolphins and sharks thing…I walked with lions and actually got a chance to pet them in Mauritius. I’ve been all over, getting my mind ready for this next phase of my life. It’s been great. I missed L.A. – for obvious reasons.” Y/N winked at the camera, chuckling when Ellen suggested it was really her who she missed.

“I’ve heard you’re going to play Rose Hathaway for the remake of Vampire academy.” Ellen steered the conversation once more, allowing Y/N to gush.

“YES! I’m so happy I got this role because I’m such a fan of the books. I loved the original movie and I was so angry they didn’t get a chance to keep going, but I think this version we’re doing is going to be a little more book-oriented and detailed and while some of the aspects will have to be sacrificed to bring it to life on the big screen, I think fans will be really happy.” She clasped her hands, resting them in her lap, touching upon Grayson’s ring for peace of mind.

“And Dimitri still isn’t cast from what I understand?” This got Grayson’s attention, mostly because he was one callback away from signing the contract and he clearly had a personal stake in this.

“The last callback is tomorrow. We have three guys doing screen tests with the rest of the cast. As you know, Dove Cameron will be Lisa Dragomir and her boyfriend will play Christian. There’s a possibility of it being true for me as well since Grayson is actually in the top three for Dimitri.” She decided to divulge, hearing loud gasps in the crowd. This was intentional, knowing the public pressure might sway directors in Grayson’s direction. She wanted him beside her and that had nothing to do with her mixed feelings about him. Grayson was actually a good actor and his Russian accent was perfect. He was a perfect Dimitri, the only thing in question being his hair – both color and length, but she was gonna fight them to keep it short and brown till the death. The original Dimitri lost appeal because they grew his hair out. The actor was perfectly handsome with shorter hair and she hated how much the movie suffered because of a simple thing as a hairstyle.

“Wow!” Ellen looked around with wide eyes. “The rest of the guys are screwed. The chemistry between you and Grayson is undeniable. It’s impossible to ignore, cause – LOOK!” She pointed at photos of the pair on the big screen, making the blush return to her cheeks and Y/N felt herself melt.

“Yeah. We clearly have an issue keeping our hands to each other.” Winking once more, she added. “So, I’ll no longer be Mercy…as Grayson put it, I’m the Dhampir Princess.”

And the nickname stuck just as well, if not better, than Mercy.

Grayson didn’t wait for long as she strutted inside their home an hour later, without any warnings. She remembered the gate code and she knew they never lock their house since they got the gate. It was easy to surprise the boys.

Ethan got a hug first – a tight, friendly hug accompanied by a definitive “I knew you were a fan” thrown in there.

But Grayson got a kiss – toe-curling, passionate kind of a kiss that would lead absolutely nowhere as the two spent the night catching up. They talked about all that happened while they were apart, mostly about how much they missed each other – noses touching, lips locking, but they didn’t go all the way. No. Grayson wanted to make sure they had solid foundations to build a relationship on.

“How do guys usually say it? Just the tip, please?” Y/N chuckled, a little desperate with her need for Grayson who was very adamant on his no sex rule.

“Nope. Not having sex tonight. Tomorrow, maybe. But I just wanna hold you and look at you and convince myself this isn’t a dream.” He responded, dragging his knuckle over her cheek slowly, gently.

“What about a wet dream? Or dry humping? Or oral?” She listed, pouting when he laughed at her attempt to get him to cave.

“Babe, I can’t. Not gonna do something we might not be sure about.” He was clear.

“Not even if I tell you they’ll give you the role of Dimitri Belikov and having sex would be practice for filming?” She cocked an eyebrow, revealing information foreign to him, making him jump from the bed. Gripping his hair, eyes wide open, Grayson was struggling to accept the new information.

“They told me after the interview. You were a fan favorite as well, so you got the part.” She smiled from ear to ear, not even caring she wouldn’t get sex that night. His smile was pleasure enough.

“I GOTTA CALL MY MOM!” He screamed, running out of the room. She heard him stumble more than once, hitting a wall here and there and more of his screaming as he told Ethan first. It took him three minutes and a round of mutual Dolan twins screaming before Grayson ran back in, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Sorry I forgot to kiss you.” He grinned, calling his mother after that.

“Found some success and already forgetting all about me, huh?” She giggled, blissfully content with the way things were going for them.

Until she opened Twitter and found something horrifying: Meyson FAKE? Read all about their PR stunt!

Her phone rang at the same time, Tracy on the other line. She knew this was bad. It was really bad...career-ending sort of bad. 

“FUCK!”

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[katymacsupernatural]

Bad Day at Black Rock

Sam Winchester x Reader

3000 Words

This is a rewrite of the episode, Bad Day at Black Rock. It is loosely based off the episode, where I have taken quite a few liberties. This is written for @wi-deangirl77 and her Favorite Episode writing challenge. The chosen gif and quote are both highlighted in the story.

The Supernatural world surrounded you. Monsters and hunters. Legends and artifacts. They were your life, and you had known nothing else since you could walk. There had been times you had wished for more. A simple life, going to high school, finding a boyfriend and a normal job. But you enjoyed what you did, even if many people didn’t understand.

You weren’t a hunter, not even close. Your Dad had been a hunter, but more than that, he had been a collector of ancient artifacts. Artifacts hundreds of years old. Items that could kill a person with just one touch, or bring a person unmeasurable wealth. That was what you were interested in. Not the killing of the monsters, but the rare, valuable items that people would seek for a hefty price.

Now, ten years after your Father’s death, you had taken the name he had made for himself, and made an even bigger business with it. Sought out by people and monsters alike, it kept you on your toes, traveling back and forth across multiple continents, hardly ever making it back to your home, located in the upscale neighborhood of Queen, New York.  

Another job, this one much closer to town. A lucky talisman, one told to bring great fortune to whoever held it, before turning to horrible luck. Your client, a wealthy man in Egypt had offered a seven figure number if you brought it to him by tomorrow evening. You hadn’t dared mention the bad luck turned to death factor, you hadn’t figured it was your place.

Hiring a couple of goons was easy enough. Simple humans who would do anything for a couple of bucks. It seemed simple enough, break into a forgotten storage unit, and bring back the box, unopened. But nothing in the Supernatural world was ever simple. The storage unit turned out to belong to the Winchesters, a notorious hunting family that you had only heard about. Guarded profusely by sigils and booby traps, your men had gotten hurt, but had grabbed the item nonetheless.

But instead of turning it over to you as instructed, they had kept it for themselves, opening the box and touching the blasted rabbit’s foot even though you had specifically told them not too. Frustrated, you had tossed together a quick overnight bag, climbing into your porsche, speeding the hour long drive towards that sleepy little town, knowing that you would have to get your hands dirty in order to meet your client’s deadline.

Sam’s POV

“What is that thing?” Dean asked me as we left that filthy apartment building behind us. Glancing down to where the item was clutched tightly in my hand, slowly relaxing my muscles to peer down at the fluffy white rabbit’s foot.

“I think it’s a rabbit’s foot,” I muttered. “Why the hell would someone steal a rabbit’s foot?”

“Beat’s me,” Dean grumbled as we climbed into the Impala. “All I know is my gun never freezes like that. Maybe it’s some sort of good luck charm.”

“Then why would it be locked in a spelled box?” I wondered out loud. “Why would Dad have it so covered in spells that it would be undetectable by most people.”

“I have no clue,” Dean mumbled, keeping his eyes, “But I’m starving. “Let’s get some food, and we’ll call Bobby. He’ll probably know what to do.”

After Dean made a quick stop at the gas station, we pulled into the parking lot of the local Biggerson’s. It was literally one of Dean’s favorite places to eat, especially on free pie days. As I sat next to Dean, reluctantly scratching the lotto tickets he kept handing me, he was on the phone with Bobby. “Yeah Bobby, it was this fluffy white rabbit’s foot…..Yeah, it was in a box.”

I scratched the next ticket, handing them to Dean, listening to his side of the conversation. As Dean sat there, listening intently, I climbed out of the car, needing to stretch my legs. My mind wandering, I noticed something in the weeds. Leaning down, I picked up the shiny Rolex, holding it out to Dean who was out of the Impala, still on the phone with Bobby. Giving me a thumbs up, he held out the scratch tickets, a huge smile on his face.

Shaking my head, I walked back to the Impala just as Dean hung up the phone. “So, what’s the verdict?”

“Bobby says that whoever’s holding the rabbit’s foot has the best of luck. And we’re talking finding money everywhere, everything goes your way,” Dean started explaining, holding up the scratch tickets. “Like this. Sammy, we’ve one 75,000 dollars!”

“What’s the catch?” I asked him, knowing there had to be. There had to be a reason this fluffy talisman had been locked up.

Dean frowned, letting me know my gut was right. “Well, as soon as the person loses it, their luck turns south. And we’re not just talking black cat crossing your path. We’re talking horrible luck until it kills you.”

Wrinkling my nose, I squeezed the foot. “Then I won’t lose it!”

With that assurance, Dean and I headed straight into Biggerson’s, right up to the host who was looking at us rather strangely. “Table for two,” I told him right before balloons started falling down, and he started clapping.

“Congratulations!” He exclaimed, holding up a huge sign. “You’re our 1,000 guest!”

Dean seemed caught up in the celebration, but I just made sure to hold on to the Talisman, waiting until we were finally seated at our table. “Wow, that’s the best,” Dean mumbled, his mouth full of pie. “We can have all the pie we want now, Sammy.”

Your POV

Walking into that apartment, you could immediately tell something was wrong. It took only a couple of minutes to find out my instinct had been right. One man was dead, the other completely distraught. The rabbit’s foot taken by a couple of men, leaving my deadline looming dangerously close. This client was not a man you wanted to get on the wrong side of.

After spending ten minutes with the distraught goon you had hired, you finally found out who the men were. Of course it was the Winchesters, you muttered to yourself, brushing your clothes free of dust before climbing into your car. You knew exactly where to find these Winchester’s. You just hoped you were clever enough to get away with it before they caught on to your little game.

Parking in the restaurant’s full lot, you reached into your backseat, pulling out your small little case you kept for emergencies. Inside were only the essentials. Makeup and colored contacts. A couple of wigs. Some name tags. Things that would get you in and out unnoticed.

Changing your h/c for a blonde wig, you added some red lipstick, a little blush to your cheeks. Subtle but enough to make you look like a different person. Taking a deep breath, you waited until the back door opened, slipping inside unnoticed.

The place was hopping, waitresses rushing back and forth. No one noticed when you picked up a tray, placing a coffee pot on it. With your eyes downcast, you made your way through the restaurant, unobtrusively looking for the two men who had the rabbit’s foot. You had searched them almost six months ago, needing to know as much about them as possible. Knowing that someday you would no doubt run into them. Your quick thinking had paid off, and know you easily recognized the two men sitting in one of the booths, Dean stuffing his face full of pie. It was the other man, with his shaggy mahogany hair, who was staring down at his laptop that you were interested in. He was handsome in his picture, his hazel eyes mesmerizing. Even from this distance, you could feel yourself being drawn to him. His shoulders were hunched, but you could see how broad they were, how strong. His legs were long enough he had to trouble fitting in the small booth. He was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes on, but he wasn’t in your radar. Hunters were off limits, or that’s what you had always told yourself.

His hand was in his coat pocket, rustling with something inside, giving away where the location of the rabbit’s was. Taking a towel from the bus boy, you made your way to their table, relieved to see that Sam was drinking coffee. “Refill?” you asked him, pulling his attention from the laptop. His eyes were even more vibrant in real life, drawing you in, making you want to forget all about this rabbit foot. To actually get to know someone that wasn’t just another job. You knew if you had the chance, you could be happy with Sam, and you hadn’t even spoken a word to him.

“Yeah, that would be great,” he agreed, as you leaned forward, your arm brushing his shoulder. The touch alone made you blush slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Your hand shook as you lifted the coffee pot, spilling the coffee over the table.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, having no problem acting the silly girl with a crush around him. “Here, let me!” Taking the towel, you patted down his side and thigh, not missing the clench of the muscle underneath your hand before you slipped your hand inside his coat pocket, wrapping the towel around the rabbit’s foot. Wishing you didn’t have to do this to Sam, you stepped back, smiling down at him. You knew what this meant, that you were literally signing his death warrant, but if it wasn’t his, it would be yours. Giving him one more half hearted smile, you walked away, glancing back to see both men watching you walk away.

As soon as you were outside, you ripped the wig off, tossing it in the dumpster before climbing in your car. Feeling as if you had left your heart behind.

Sam’s POV

The moment the waitress had offered me more coffee, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She was absolutely stunning, with her beautiful e/c and the smile tugging at her lips. I didn’t even notice at first when she spilled the coffee, but feeling her arm brush against me, I wanted to grab her hand and pull her into the seat with me. To learn everything I could about her.

It wasn’t until I watched her walk away that I realized she had taken something very important from me. The rabbit’s foot. “Dean, it’s gone!” I exclaimed, pulling my pockets out, finding nothing but lint. “The rabbit foot, it’s gone!”

“What..it must have been the waitress!” Dean muttered, both of us standing up and racing outside. As Dean continued forward, I felt myself slipping, falling straight down, scraping my knees and hands as I went.

Straightening back up, I turned to see Dean rolling his eyes. “I see the bad luck is starting. We need to get that back. And fast!”

I kept my hands to myself, not wanting to cause chaos in the Impala as Dean drove down the street, his jaw clenched. “This is not good,” he muttered, mainly to himself. Pulling into the first motel parking lot he came across, he parked, racing inside without another word. It was only minutes later he was back, a key in his hand, already on the phone with Bobby. Standing there nervously, I waited for Dean to finish the conversation, rubbing my foot along the grate on the floor. As he went to hang up, I felt my shoe slip off, falling down into the gutter, where I couldn’t reach it. “What’s wrong now?” He asked, as I stood there, feeling horrible. Everything that could go wrong was, and I had no idea how to handle it.

“I lost my shoe,” I mumbled, my lip pouting.

“That’s why you’re going to stay here,” he insisted, opening the door to our room. Stepping inside, he placed a chair in the middle, pointing to it. “You’ll sit in that chair, and you won’t touch anything. I’ll go find that blonde witch, who Bobby named as Y/N, and get the rabbit’s foot back.”

Without another word, he left, and I sat down in the chair, my nose itching but I refused to touch it.

Your POV

Feeling victorious, you placed the rabbit’s foot down on your counter, pulling your phone out to text your client. Once that was done, you took one of your favorite bottles of wine, planning on celebrating a little early.

Popping the cork, you almost missed the sound of your front door opening. Leaning down, you reached into your wine cabinet for your hidden gun when you heard Dean’s voice. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he called out, and you reluctantly straightened.

“Dean, please,” you tried pleading with him. “If I don’t get this to my client, I’m going to die.”

He didn’t seem touched by your words. “Well, if I don’t get it back, then Sam’s going to die. And I care more about Sam then I do you.”

Your gaze must have shown were the rabbit’s foot was, because Dean lunged for it just as you did. His long limbs reached it before you could, holding it up victouriously. “Sorry sweetheart. I know Sam seemed to like you, but right now all I’m worried about is him staying safe.”

“Wait, let me come with you,” You pleaded, surprising both of you. “I can’t stay here. My client will send his bodyguards to kill me.”

Dean sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair, trying to decide if I was playing with him. “Fine. But if you even try to touch the foot, you’ll…”

He didn’t need to finish. “I know. And I want you to take it to Sam. I don’t want his luck to turn bad. Believe it or not, I do care if he survives.”

“Then let’s get going! I don’t want him on his own any longer than necessary. Who knows what could have happened already.”

Riding in the Impala with Dean was full of plenty of awkward silence. You sat there nervously, your hands clenched in your lap, never once trying to reach over and take the talisman from Dean. It seemed like he started to believe you halfway through the ride, finally turning to you, engaging you in conversation. “So, you like to sell cursed objects?”

“No, I don’t like to sell cursed objects,” you objected. “I procure rare and unique objects, selling them to the highest bidder.”

“Why?” He asked simply.

“Because I like the items. I like the beauty of them. The history. I also like the money I make,” you started explaining. “My dad, he was a hunter and a trader. I didn’t like the guns, or the deaths, so I turned to this aspect of it.”

“So, maybe you aren’t so bad after all,” he chuckled.

By this time he was pulling up to a run down motel where you could immediately see something was going on in one of the rooms. The curtain was ripped down, a man standing there with a gun in his hands. “Dean, the room!” you exclaimed, racing out of the car, heading towards the room where you knew Sam had to be. With his long legs, Dean beat you to the door, pushing it open, stopping in the doorway.     Running into his back, you peered around him to see Sam tied up, blood pouring from his nose.

“What’s she doing here?” Sam asked, seeing you behind his brother.

“She switched sides,” Dean answered. “Now how about you guys let go of my brother?”

“I don’t think so,” the one man muttered, holding a gun. “This is fate, I was brought here to kill Sam Winchester.”

“Not today. Because I’m holding the lucky charm,” Dean told them, picking up a pen from the table, throwing it straight in front of him, both of you watching in amazement as it stuck in the gun’s barrel.

“Did you see that?” Dean exclaimed. “I’m Batman!”

“Yeah, you’re Batman,” Sam answered sarcastically as you threw a remote, hitting the other man in the head, knocking him unconscious as Dean knocked the other one out.

Racing over, you untied Sam, gently cupping his cheek. “Are you okay?” you asked him, searching his face.

“Yeah,” he answered, his gaze connecting with yours. “But why did you come back?”

“I couldn’t be the reason for your Death. I know we don’t really know each other, but…”

“I felt it to,” he answered.

“I hate to break up this touching scene, but Bobby told me of a way to get rid of this Rabbit’s foot, and break the curse. Shall we?”

Sam looked your way, and you nodded. “Maybe afterwards, I can take you out for dinner? Actually have a chance to get to know each other.”

“I’d like that,” you answered, reaching for and grasping his hand in yours. “But first, let’s break this string of bad luck.”

The two of you began walking towards the door, when you felt Sam start to drag you down. Turning in time to see his foot tangled up in the bedspread, his large frame heading straight for the floor, taking you with him. He rolled, taking the brunt of your fall, with you landing on top of him. Your body was completely on top of him, both of you chuckling softly. “Maybe we let Dean complete the ritual, you and I stay here where we can’t get into as much trouble?”

“That sounds like a better plan,” you agreed, not wanting to move.

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