Mixed Blood (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chpt 9: The Crystal

  You lie in the dark room, with your head resting, on the cool wooden floor. Huffing out a breath through your nose, as you explore your thoughts. You think about the men, and how kind they are to you.

  It was strange, you were so used to being chased off, or shouted at. So it was unusual to be treated like your cared for. As you continue thinking, your mind began to wander even more.

  Now that you think about it, you actually care for the men as well, you could even say you saw them as family, even though it sounds ridiculous, because you only just met them a couple of days ago. Still you felt yourself caring for them, the drive of instinct to protect them, and make them feel loved.

  You found yourself thinking of Sam, the taller man. He seemed to care the most, but why? Maybe it has to be because of his strange scent, you knew he had something dark within him, could that be the reason of his actions? You let out another huff of air, as you felt the urge to be near him, just to make sure he was safe.

  Your ears perk up as you hear the sound of the stairs creak, your tail starts to wag happily, for you no longer have to be alone. You then see the old man-Bobby, he placed on a jacket and made his way towards you. He then bent down on one knee, with a smile on his face, giving you a scratch on the ear. You leaned into his touch, "Hey there, I'm gonna be going out, I've got some business to deal with alright? You be good, and take care of my boys. If your good, I might even bring you something back, okay?" He then gave you a pat on the head, before getting up. You let out a whine, when he starts making his way towards the door. "Don't worry, I'll be back in the morning," he said before shutting the door quietly.

  You stare at the door, hearing the engine of a vehicle turn on, before it starts driving away. You let out another whine, and then look at the rope tied to the table leg. Sitting up, you began to paw at it, seeing how your weight dragged the rope downwards.

  You tilt your head, and sniff at the rope, before you start nibbling at it; trying to get a good grip on it. You then pull back, feeling the rope loosen around the leg, you continued to do this a few more times until you heard the rope hit the ground. You wag your tail at your accomplishment, for you were now free of the thing.

  You immediately stand up and make your way to the stairs, you took the lightest of steps, trying not to make the old wood creak loudly. You held your head low, as you sniffed at the doors, trying to find the right scent.

  The first door smelled of alcohol and gunpowder, the second smelled of old books and dust -which nearly made you sneeze-, the third smelled like- well you didn't even know, all you did know is that it didn't smell pleasant. Finally you found the right one, the one that smelled of leather, alcohol, maybe fruit? And other sorts of things.

  You nudge your muzzle against the crack of the door, slowly making it wide enough to slip your large body through. Once inside you saw the two men, sleeping on beds that were on separate sides of the room. You make your way over to the smaller lump on one of the beds, you sniffed at the hand that hanged off the ledge, it was Deans. You nuzzle at him, just making sure he was alright. His response was slowly swatting at your nose, "cold..." He mumbled in his sleep.

  You back off and make your way over to the larger lump on the other bed, knowing it was Sam. You notice how there's a large open space on one side of the bed, you sneak quietly over to it. Slowly you place one paw on the bed, and then the other, lifting yourself onto the soft cushion. The bed made a creaking sound, as it handled your weight.

  You crawl over to Sam, laying the front half of your body onto his chest. You place your head into the crook of his neck, nuzzling at it a bit. You let out a relaxed breath, and closed your eyes. You laid there a few minutes, peacefully, until Sam began to stir under you.

  You lifted your head, his sleepy eyes meeting your glowing ones. You felt him tense up, he would of jumped in fear, but your body kept him from doing so. You continued to stare at him, feeling him quickly relax once he realizes it's you. "What are you doing in here," he spoke with a croaky voice, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his hands. He places one of his hands on your back, slowly petting your fur. You whine quietly-but happily, the man let out an airy chuckle, that is until he noticed the crystal on your collar.

  He looked at you with a more serious expression, you watched as his other hand slowly raised, to touch the thick fur of your neck. His hand moved at lower at a snail's pace, you felt his fingertips touch the leather of your collar. You could of gave him a warning, to back off, or you could of even bit him, but you didn't. You trusted this man enough to let him touch the blood red crystal, that you protected ever so dearly.

  As the man's fingers brushed against the cool crystal, it suddenly started glowing from his touch, black and white spots seemed to swirl within the crystal. The man's eyes light up in amazement, "wow.." He breathed lowly, his hand then bumped a cold, piece of metal that was next to the crystal; attached to the leather collar. He felt around it finding a small button on it, he pressed down and a small piece of paper shot out.

  Sam pulled his hand away from the crystal, and picked up the paper. Your eyes began to wander, as you looked over at Dean. Unable to read the paper in the dark, he brought the slip closer, to the crystal, using its glow as a light. " y/n " He called out, you yanked your head back towards him, staring into his eyes, as you heard your name being called.

  The man froze at your sudden movement, tensing up for a second, " y/n...?" he called again. You tilted your head at his words, "is that your name?" He asked, lowering the piece of paper. You let out a whine, almost like a response that said yes. Sam's body relaxed, "huh. There is so much to learn about you isn't there?" He spoke to himself, noticing how the crystals glow began to dim. He reached for it once again, his fingers rubbed against the smooth stone, the black and white swirls, stirred under his touch; its glow began to brighten once again. You nudge your muzzle, across his hand. He then flipped the piece of paper around and found small words written in another language, "lux et tenebris unita- William Thompson.." By the look of it, it might be Latin, but Sam's tired mind wasn't able to make sure, he'll have to translate it later.

  The man yawned, and gave your nose a pat. He then picked up the piece of paper and set it on his nightstand. "You should get some sleep," he then laid back into his pillow, and let out a breath of air, as he relaxed into your warmth. You watched as he eyelids began to droop, until they were fully closed. You let out a sigh and laid your head on his shoulder, and closed your eyes.