Temptation (SPN X Reader) chapter 15

Your insides twirled and you would have stumbled forward wasn't for the arm around your waist. You vision cleared and you gasped, you head spinning to meet whoever was holding you.

"Castiel! Really?! I told you to warn next time." You grunted, getting out of his grip and pushing the angel blade on his chest so he could pick it. You were mad at him, but he seemed equally mad at you.

"I believed we made it clear that getting involved to demons is dangerous, (y/n)." He stated. You snorted, one eyebrow raised.

"Getting involved? Jesus, Castiel! What do you think I am? A whore?"

He narrowed his eyes, staring sternly at you. "I never said that."

"Then stop making assumptions!" You snapped, clenching your jaw. The angel looked down, embarrassed. You sighed. Why did he have to look so innocent?? "Sorry. I swear I didn't flirt with him like I did to Crowley. I was as careful as possible."

"I'm just relieved you are safe." Castiel said, frowning. "Dean and Sam were trying to contact me all the time, they were concerned about your well-being. You might want to see them now."

"Yeah. They probably freaked out." You turned around, glad he had taken you back to the motel you had been staying with the brothers. "Are they here?"

"Yes. They left the bar as soon as I took you to Pazuzu."

"Well... I guess I have to confront them now, don't I?"

Castiel nodded. You grimaced, nervous about facing the Winchester, even though it had been Castiel's who took you away, they would be mad at you as well.

"Stupid overprotective Winchesters!" You mumbled, before heading to the room you had been sharing. Instead of knocking, you tried to open the door and found it unlocked. You peeked through the thin crack you had opened and the scene before you was actually flattering. 

Both brothers had worried looks on their faces. Dean frantically traced his finger over an unfolded map, his brows furrowed in concentration while Sam scrolled down something on his laptop, his eyes moving quickly over the screen. You open the door wider, leaning against the frame of it, a large grin spreading on your lips.

"Last time he was spotted was in 1982 at Forest Lake, Minnesota. I just can't find anything else." The younger brother said without looking up.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean muttered through clenched teeth. "Are you sure?"

"Positively."

"I mapped all the locations you told me and, apparently he keeps switching hideouts every ten years in no specific pattern. Unless he finally settled down, we have to find something more current."

"I'll keep searching. Try praying to Cas again."

Before Dean could answer or Castiel intervened, you loudly cleared your throat, making your presence known. Both of them looked at the entranced, shocked to see you.

"Hey, guys! Missed me?"

Dean was the first one to compose himself. "Shit, (y/n)! What the hell do you think you were doing?!" He angrily shouted. You rolled your eyes and pulled the small strap of paper out of your pocket, tossing it on the table, over the map.

"I was getting what we need from Pazuzu." You stated matter-of-factly, successfully managing to get they off your back (momently). Dean took the piece of paper.

"What is it?" Sam questioned getting up from his bed and making his way towards his brother, not a single time glancing at you.

"An address." You responded, still not getting the younger brother attention.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Dean sassed at you, rolling his eyes. "How is this something we need? An address to what?"

"To a witch. Someone who has a spell that may defeat Lamashtu."

"A witch? Seriously?"

"Yep." You said, popping the 'p'.

"Why don't we just kill it by the regular means?" Sam asked Dean.

"Great. Now one is sassing me and the other started a silent treatment. Just great." You mumbled sarcastically and Sam shot you his bitch face. "You do that a lot, you know? Bitch-face everyone is not always the answer, Sammy."

He rolled his eyes.

"I'm tired, guys. Could you just cut the shit and let me go to sleep?" You practically whined, rubbing your eyes.

"First, you got some explanations to give. Then you can go get some rest. You could have gotten yourself killed for christ's sake!" Dean scolded you.

"Oh, please! Castiel lent me his blade, I was fine. Beside, Pazuzu was actually very nice to me."

"Nice? He is a fucking demon! Demons are not nice, (y/n)! You can't just go and flirt with them whenever you want!"

"I didn't flirt with him! Although he was pretty attractive..." You added the second part to yourself, a small smile on your lips. It quickly faded and you went back to your scowl. "Why does everyone just assume I hit on every demon that stands in front if me?! I am not a fucking whore!" You yelled.

Sam and Dean seemed taken aback by your sudden outburst.

"We just talked. He offered his help because he wants Lamashtu dead as much as we do."

"And you believed it?!" Sam spoke in desbelief.

"Look who decided to break the silent treatment!" You mocked and a small smile lifted the corner of Dean's mouth, before his frown returned. "I did. He even gave me a plan."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, Dean. Why is it so hard to believe?"

"Well, first... Pazuzu is a demon. Things don't end well when you negotiate with a demons, sweetheart."

"I know." You quietly said.

"It can be a trap." Sam added, shaking the address in his hand.

"I know. I just... I want to get this done, ok? Want to kill the bitch that ruined my mother's life."

They exchanged a knowing look and Dean sighed.

"We know. But you got us worried. Next time we should talk before Cas zaps you away."

"I agree. I mean, he surprised me too." You shrugged.

Dean huffed.

"So... What now?" 

"We rest and tomorrow morning we leave." Sam answered, returning to his bed.

"Great. I need some rest." You stated.

"You'll stay at Bobby's. We go after the witch and get the spell." 

"Good luck then. I'd like to know how you plan to get it from her." You replied cooly, knowing it was better than get worked up.

Dean glared at you, but his gaze softened when you gave him your best puppy eyes and mumbled a quiet "please?". He grunted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Ok, I give up. You'll just end up getting yourself killed."

"Thanks, Dean!" You beamed, swiftly turning to face the remaining Winchester.

"Don't you dare..."

"C'mon, Sammy. You know you can't resist." You teased.

He sighed. "You're impossible!"

"Love you too." You said as you headed to the bathroom so you could get yourself ready to sleep.

Once you were dressed in properly sleeping clothes you got out and smiled at the scene before your eyes. Dean was sprawled over one of the beds, his mouth slightly agape, fast asleep. Sam rested his back against the headboard of the other bead, his crossed legs supporting the laptop on his lap and his eyes flying through the screen.

You smiled, leaning against the door frame and thought about what you had. Family. Add some Bobby here and some Castiel there... And you'd have it.

Sam looked up from the notebook and met your eyes, almost like if he knew what you were thinking, he smiled softly. You quickly switched you meaner back into your usual self.

"Where am I suppose to sleep?"

"Couch." He responded with ease. "You had the bed yesterday and I called dibs on this one. Consider it your punishment."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine. But if my back starts to hurt tomorrow, I'll annoy you to no end."

He chuckled, turning off his laptop. You covered Dean on his sheets and took one of his pillows and another sheet for you.

"Night, Sammy." You said.

"Sleep tight." He replied as he turned the lights off.