Dark Tendencies (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Let it Bleed pt. 1

You jerked awake profusely sweating and out of breath. It was just a dream. 

You looked next to you and ran your hand over the cold side of the bed. Dean didn't come to bed last night. You get dressed and make your way upstairs to find Dean sitting on the couch staring at a book with Sam at Bobby's desk. As you approach, you notice the tired glazed look over Dean's eyes. He was no longer reading, probably too exhausted from the all-nighter he pulled. As you walk in Sam looks up from his book with a small smile but Dean remains unfazed. You kiss him on the head causing him to jump.

"Did I scare you?" you ask with a small chuckle.

"Lost in thought," he says as you sit down next to him.

"Well, you know what, at least you tried." Sam says, causing you to turn your attention to him. You were confused.

"Yeah, fat lot of good it did. Why did he even come, right?"

Sam shrugs with a deep sigh as Dean slams his book shut and turns his attention to you. "Aren't you the most beautiful ray of sunshine," he says trying to distract himself. You blush but look at him concerned.

"What are you two talking about? Who came?"

"Cas" Dean says with a huff. "I tried to convince him to stop this whole purgatory business but I didn't get through to him"

"How did he get in? Didn't you and Bobby angel proof the place?"

"We got some things wrong" Dean replies gruffly.

"I told you I should have helped!" you exclaim. "How many times do you think I have angel proofed something?"

"I know. I know. It doesn't matter now though" He says defeated.

It's quiet for a moment before Sam speaks up. "Y/n what do you know about purgatory?"

"Well, I know it is the 'final resting place for monsters'. That people have tried to open it for years and that nothing good ever comes out of that place"

"Great" Dean says rolling his eyes. "Well, Samuel's journals are pointless. I mean, I'm sorry, but he has squat to tell me about how to stop Cas from cracking Purgatory."

"Well actually, it's not about the journals we have, it's about the one we don't." Bobby says walking through the door carrying an envelope. He takes a seat at the chair in front of his desk and opens it, revealing numerous papers.

"Meaning what?" Sam asks peering over to get a glimpse at what Bobby is looking at. You had to admit it piqued your interest as well.

"Well, that's the bad news. Our pal Cas didn't stop in last night just to mend fences." 

"What did he do?" Dean asks in disbelief.

"Stole something."

"What?"

"The journal of one Moishe Campbell," Bobby replies. You could tell Sam and Dean both didn't understand the significance.

"Moishe?" Sam asks.

"Of the New York Campbells," you say giving a small smile.

"Well, uh, so we gotta get it back, right?" Sam asks looking between you and Bobby.

Bobby hands the papers he was holding to Sam. "Or just read the copy I'd already made. Hi, glad to meet you. Bobby Singer. Paranoid bastard." 

You chuckle. Bobby kept copies of every book, article, and newspaper he owned. You and Bobby stored multiple copies around the house as well as in various locations around the state. You were glad it finally came in handy.