esoteric ↯ dean winchester x reader

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"Look, guys, I'm as glad as anyone that Stella got her groove back, okay?" Dean started in on you at the bunker.

"Don't call me that." You clenched your jaw as he talked over you.

"But you let Metatron go?" He turned back to you. You warned him with a look, standing behind Castiel who was now cleaned up and dressed again.

"Dean, how many times are you gonna repeat that question?" You asked, which only made him more annoyed.

"I'm gonna say it again." His voice grew in strength, "You let Metatron go?!"

"He's not going anywhere." You rolled your eyes, "If he makes a move, if he draws the slightest attention, the full force of angelkind will snuff him out." They stood there rubbing their chins and slapping their thighs in annoyance, "Look, you -- neither of you saw him. He is a human, and a pitiable one at that. He's not a threat to us. I-I mean, I put him in traction."

"Guys, bigger fish to fry here." Sam wanted to move on.

"Amara is in the wind." Cass said, his arms folded neatly.

"Yeah, God's freaking sister." Dean scoffed, putting his hands behind his head.

"You said you were close." You turned it around on him, "Dean, how'd she get away?"

"I'm sorry, what part of 'God's freaking sister' did you not understand?" Dean argued, "She overpowered me, end of story."

Sam extended a weary look to you. That made you second guess what Dean just said. But as good as you two were with arguing and making hell for each other. This wasn't the place and you didn't know everything yet. Dean wouldn't admit it.

"What's our plan here, fellas?" Dean felt the tension and tried to respread it, "You said you got everything you could out of Metatron, right?" You nodded. "So, where on earth are we gonna find an answer on how to stop her? I don't suppose God's decided to share any wisdom on the matter."

You slapped the table with one hand and because of your anger you left a burn mark. You did not miss this side of Dean. You were pissed he would share that kind of thing. You left the room, steam practically coming from your ears.

"I'll look into the lore." Sam followed you out. Dean tried to, too. But Sam looked back, "I don't think you should."

"She's my friggen girlfriend, Sam. I think I can handle her." Dean tried to push past him.

"Not yet, not when you're like this." Sam explained, then quietly added, "Your girlfriend is also the daughter of Michael. Okay, look at the table."

"Like what?" Dean asked offended, then catching his tone, "Alright, fine. Whatever."

Sam followed you back to your room. Not Dean's. He knocked hesitantly. But you knew it was him and opened the door for him.

"Hey." You let him in and closed the door after he entered.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked, staying near the door.

"I just made a hand mark on the table." You pointed out, "I don't know if that counts as 'okay,' but if it does then: yeah I'm okay!"

"You really are Dean's soulmate." Sam muttered low enough that you didn't hear him.

"But what was that look you gave me earlier?" You asked, sitting on the edge of your bed.