esoteric ↯ dean winchester x reader

xxxvi.

You lived side by side with the boys after that, fully moved into Dean's room. But still with your own respectable two things in the other room; Just in case.

Sam had called you out to an old empty beer factory not too far from the Bunker. He remained very vague on the phone and you had very little intel as to what he was doing.

You walked in only to be met with more questions. Charlie was there, next to Sam, distraught and uncomfortable. Another woman with dark red curly hair sat at a table with chains around her wrists.

"(Y/N)? Are you in on this, too?" Charlie spoke up, crossing her arms. You were shocked by the amount of questioning already. You had no idea what was happening.

"Hell's bells. More distractions? What are you? Witch or nerd?" The red haired woman rolled her eyes at you.

"Nephilim." You crossed your own arms into a power pose, showing how fearsome you could be. You had become more comfortable in your own skin, and you could see she wasn't an angel or a demon.

"Beg pardon?" The woman's eyes practically popped out of her head. She had heard of those things but never had she seen them in the flesh.

"Rowena, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Rowena. (Y/N) has, uh, powers . . . spiritual muscle that'll help safeguard the work." Sam introduced you.

"Safeguard it from what?" Rowena asked.

"You." Sam stressed, "I can't be here full time to referee."

"Whoa, whoa. And I can?" You grabbed Sam's arm, offended.

"Yes. Please. Please do this for me." Sam used his puppy dog eyes and you loosened up a bit.

"Well, what's going on here. Why do I even have to be here?" You demanded answers.

"I need help with getting the Mark off my brother." Sam started, making another almost annoyingly long pause.

"And you know I'm 100% up for that, sign me up on that committee, Hell, I'll lead it if you want me to. But since that book that's hardly a case we can solve." You shrugged. There was a bit of silence filling the air.

"The book lives." Charlie coughed.

"You didn't burn the book?" You looked up at Sam, so genuinely shocked.

"It's our only shot at getting that Mark off, (Y/N). I can't let that go." Sam begged.

"I get that, I do. But Dean wanted that thing burned and gone, he's told me this personally, so is he pissed?" You rose your brow.

"Silly girl. Doesn't she know that the first rule is don't tell your brother what we're doing?" Rowena mocked us, going back to leaning in her chair.

"Wait... Dean doesn't know? Sam, this won't end well." You expressed your concern.

"That's exactly what I said." Charlie hit your arm.

"Okay, everyone take a breath. Look, we're up against it, okay? And we've all been up against it before, and we know there are times when every choice sucks." Sam pepped us up, "Now, us... lying to Dean is the choice that sucks the least. We have to make this work. Please."

"Okay, yeah." Charlie reluctantly broke the uncomfortable silence, "For Dean."

"(Y/N)?" Sam looked to you. You were so uncomfortable at first. The thought of deliberately lying to Dean made you uneasy. None of this felt right. But Sam was right. There was very little you had to help him, and all you ever wanted was for Dean to be okay.