Temptation (SPN x reader) Chapter 5

First you registered the pain as your knuckles hit his jaw, then the disgusting noise it did, and finally the satisfaction of seeing his face contorted in shock and pain.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelled. You bursted into laughter. Dean placed his hand on his chin and massaged it. "I think you just dislocated my jaw."

"Please. I barely touched you." You innocently blinked. He glared at you.

"Where did you learn to punch like that?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"I guess it was instinctive..." You shrugged.

"And you expect me to believe that?" Dean asked. "Seriously! You might have damaged my pretty face!"

"It wasn't that pretty. I think it's better now, actually." You joked, smirking at him.

"Ha-ha. It's funny you're the one saying that, butt-face." He mocked you.

"Oh, Winchester. You asked for it." Your voice was low and dangerous. You got him by surprise when your knee slammed against his crotch, making him groan and shrink, unable to say anything. You patted his head, now in the same level as yours and met his glare with a warm gaze. "Hope you learned your lesson."

Unfortunately that was one of the last times you managed to hit Dean Winchester. After he recovered, the training really started. Dean easily dodge all your attempts of getting to him. It was extremely frustrating not being able to knock him down.

Every time you were near, he would easily catch you and pin you, sometimes against him, others against the ground.

This cycle repeated during the next days, until they got a new case. Bobby was the one in charge of teaching you about guns while they were gone. And you learned quite fast.

"Good, now that it is loaded, aim it thought the rear and front sights."

"Okay." You said, taking a deep breath and pointing to the can. 

"Pull the hammer." Bobby slowly instructed. You did as he told, listening to a click. You glance at Bobby side way and smiled sheepishly. He was your father. That thought made you happier. Bobby noticed your lack of attention. "Focus, kid."

"Yeah, right. Sorry." You quickly apologized returning your gaze to the target. You could see him nodding with your peripheral view.

"Now, shoot."

You pulled the trigger, slightly taken aback with the intensity, the sound making you flinch, but nonetheless, you hit the target. You beamed, twisting around like a small child.

"Hey, hey! You gonna shoot somebody with that gun! Remember what I told you." Bobby scolded you.

"Keep the gun down, yeah, I remember. Sorry." You said, still grinning, but lowering the weapon. He rolled his eyes, but a small smile could be seen on the corner of his lips.

"You did well, (y/n)."

"Thanks." You replied.

"Repeat that." Bobby commanded. You frowned, but followed his order.

"I'm hungry." You complained, pouting slightly.

"You can go back inside once you knock all the cans."

"Oh, c'mon! You know that was beginner's luck. I won't get it down again so soon."

"So you better rush." He folded his arms, not buying your whining. You sighed.

"Fine. But you cook today."

Bobby laughed.

In less than six months they taught you mostly everything needed to know. You could easily answer their question and were really helpful during research, you could almost beat Dean down and you could shoot correctly. That led you to the current discussion, more of an argument with your three mentors.

"What does my training serve for if I can't hunt?" You shouted at Dean, who was leaving the room, refusing to face you. "You were the one who said I can't learn it from books, that the real thing was out there!"

"(y/n)! We already discussed that. You're not going." Bobby said from his spot on the dinner table. You growled.

"No, we didn't discuss anything. You just forbid me."

"I actually agree with her. I mean, she did learned a lot and she should put it on practice." Sam said, uncomfortable with Bobby's glare towards him.

"Thanks, Sam. See? He got my point. Why can't you two do the same?"

"Damn it, (y/n)! I'm not letting you go out there and get hurt!" Dean shouted, heading back to the room. He was furious and it made you stop arguing for a few seconds. 

"That's not what your mother would want. You wanted your training, you had it. But I can't let you go hunting." Bobby spoke. 

"You said it was a simple salt 'n' burn. I've been training for half a year and I can't even go on a mere salt 'n' burn?"

"Again, she has a point." Sam helped you out. You smiled at him and stroked his arm lightly, thanking him with the gesture. He smiled back at you.

"Will you shut up, Sammy? You're not helping!" Dean said. You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever. I'm an adult. I told you I would do it with or without your help. Thank you for everything." You harshly said, turning on your heels and moving towards the door.

"Hell no! I won't let you do that!" Dean grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to stay still. "We will lock you in the panic room if that's necessary."

"Let me go, Dean!" You yelled, trying to kick him, but Dean merely turned you around and held your wrists on your back.

"No!"

"Guys, you are overreacting." Sam tried to help you.

"Damn it! I just wanted to do something for once!" You screamed, clenching your jaw when hot tears started to blur your vision. "I'm useless, I've watched everyone I loved die and couldn't do anything about it." You whispered, sobbing and falling to your knees, Dean kept holding you. You cursed yourself mentally for drinking too much beer only a few hours before that, it was definitely making you sentimental.

"And then what? Sammy and I were hunters. Do you think we just go and save everyone we love? No! We also had to see them die!"

"At least you have one another! I have nothing! I have no fucking family!" You shouted back, crying even more. Dean froze. He knew you were right.

"No." Sam was the one who saved the day. "You have us."

He kneeled next to you.  You hugged him and Sam softly patted your back in response.

"He is right. We are your family now." Bobby said, getting up and approaching you. Sam helped you to get on your feet so you could also hug Bobby.

You wrapped your arms around him and burried your face on his chest. He awkwardly answer it. You giggled, realizing how Bobby wasn't used to all that affection. You withdrew, smiling at him and quickly wiped the tears away.

"Sorry about that, I'm a little bit dizzy from the beers. It makes me emotional." You said, laughing. "I still wanna go on that hunt, though."

(To be continued...)