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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴɪꜱɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ (ᴘᴛ 1)

Sam is sitting in the Impala in the dark, reading a book with a flashlight. The header at the top of the page reads "Dr. Faustus," and there's information about Crossroads Deals. Dean is seated behind him, looking over his shoulder. The two look up to see Y/N inside the house across from them; she is wearing a loose undershirt. Y/N grins and gives Sam and Dean a double-thumbs up, at which Sam shakes his head, smiling fondly. Dean huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. A hot boy comes into view at the right of the window, and Y/N shuts the sheer curtains; they start undressing each other in silhouette. Sam smiles affectionately and Dean shakes his head. Sam turns back to his book as Dean's phone rings.

"Hello," Dean says.

"Hey, Dean, Sam," Bobby says.

"Hey, Bobby," Sam says.

"Whatcha doing?" Bobby asks.

"Oh, same old, same old," Dean replies.

"You two buried in that book again?" Bobby pauses. Sam and Dean grimace. "Guys, you want to break Y/N free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."

"Then where, Bobby?" Dean asks.

"Boys, I wish I knew. So, where's your sister?" The brothers glance up to see Y/N frolicking in silhouette through the curtains before looking at each other.

"Polling the electorate," Dean says.

"What?" Bobby asks.

"Never mind," Sam says.

"Well, you three better pack it up. I think I finally found something." Later, Sam and Dean are in the house. Dean knocks on the bedroom door and opens it slowly.

"Y/N?" Dean enters the room. "Y/N, you - you conscious? Bobby called, and he thinks that maybe we -" Dean stares in horror as male moans and Y/N's "whoo-hoo" are heard. "Oh, god." He quickly steps out of the room and turns to his brother with widened eyes. "Don't ask."

==

Later, Sam, Dean, and Y/N are in the Impala, Y/N driving.

"Let me see your knife," Dean asks, seated next to Y/N.

"What for?" she asks.

"So I can gouge my eyes out."

"It was a beautiful, natural act, Dean."

"It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Y/N." She chuckles, slapping Dean on the thigh.

"Hey, I appreciate you two giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint Twins."

"Yeah, no problem," Sam says quietly.

"Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something."

"No, not at all. You deserve to have a little fun."

"Well, I am in violent agreement with you there," Y/N chuckles. "What's Bobby got?"

"Not much. A crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Ahh, could be demonic omens—"

"Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem," Y/N says.

"Yeah, but it's our only lead," Dean says.

"Any freaky deaths?"

"Nothing Bobby could find—not yet, anyway."

"It's weird, guys. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"

"Seventeen," Sam says.

"Seventeen. You'd think it would be 'Apocalypse Now,' but it's been five days and bubkis." Sam and Dean look at her, confused. Y/N pauses.

"What are the demons waiting for?"