lovers intertwined (a dean winchester story)

7 Worst Christmas Ever

It's been months since you killed Madeline, nearing christmastime and Jo noticed you stayed with the Winchester boys after that first case you worked together. The boys had sniffed out a case in Ypsilanti, Michigan and after a two hour long nap in the backseat of the impala Sam wakes you up.

"Fuck off, Sam I'm sleeping!"

"Someones feisty." Dean says

"Screw you." You say before trying to continue that amazing dream you had during the nap before Sam starts talking again, causing you to throw your jacket at him and glare as he looks back at you, throwing you jacket onto your face.

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You finally get to the motel and Dean ends up having to carry you to the room, once you're awake Sam explains that the motel only had one room available and that you'd have to either share a bed with one of them or sleep on the couch, you were obviously debating kicking Dean to the couch so you could sleep in his bed but you realized that wasn't a very good idea.

Food and a couple beers later it's finally time for bed, you decide to do rock paper scissors to decide who you're sharing a bed with, and to your surprise, Dean is about as bad as you are at rock paper scissors except hes slightly better, slightly. Sam is better but Dean looked so defeated when he lost that Sam gave up his spot next to you so Dean could have it.

"You're a very odd specimen, Dean Winchester." You say.

"So I've been told, Riley Moore." Dean says, smirking at you.

You all take turns in the bathroom to get undressed, shower and put pajamas on. Dean let's you shower and change before him but didn't give a reason. You crawl into bed and are about to fall asleep when you feel a dip in the bed and an arm snake around your waist. You turn around and see those same mesmerizing emerald eyes and that stupid smirk on his face.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." Dean says, his stupid smirk still painted on his face.

"Goodnight, asshole." You say back smirking as you turn away from him.

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It's now around one o'clock and you are asking a man where to find a meadowsweet wreath, as you and Sam had realized all the vics had somewhere in their house.

"Yeah, this one, she just loved those wreaths, you got anymore of them?" Dean says, you glare at him then smile at the shop clerk.

"No, sorry. We got them from the Carrigans though, maybe they have some?"

"Thanks, man." Dean says, sending a smile to the clerk.

"What the hell was that?" You say, slapping Dean's arm.

"I did what I had to do." Dean shrugs

"He does this all the time, don't worry." Sam says, smiling in your direction.

"I can tell."

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You're now tied up in the Carrigans kitchen, hearing them talk about their ritual and what they'll need, which consists of fingernails, teeth, and those were the only things you payed attention to.

You see Mrs. Carrigan walk over to Sam, holding a knife.

"Sammy?! Sammy?!" Dean says.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Mrs. Carrigan cutting into Sam's arm and collecting the blood in a bowl.