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The Winchester brothers and I had taken a break, from talking to witnesses, for lunch and were in the process of comparing notes when my phone rang. “Detective Benson.” I answered, not bothering to check the caller ID as I kept reading over the witness notes Sam had taken earlier. “I need to see you.” The gruff and demanding voice made me stiffen in my seat. I instantly looked across the table at the boys, my thighs squeezing tightly together, my cheeks flushing. “I’m just gonna take this…” I whispered to Dean and Sam, both not looking up, Dean waving me off. I stood from the table and headed towards the back of the bar, hoping for a quiet corner.

“Where are you?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t too long of a drive. “Too far. I need to see you, now.” He demanded once more. “John, I’m in the middle of a case, I want to see you too but -” I began, almost as a whimper, it had been weeks and his last instruction had left me hornier than ever before: Don’t touch yourself, not till I tell you to. “You have a camera on your phone.” The gravel of his tone had me swallowing thickly and itching to touch myself. How would he ever know? “I’m in a bar.” I explained, but I was already looking for the restroom. “You’ll figure something out.” He said, making my knees almost buckle. I headed straight for the restroom and checked the cubicles were free before locking the main door and sealing myself in a cramped stall. I pulled my phone from my ear and tapped the video call button, biting my lip when his face came into view. The salt and pepper matched his hair, but the smattering of curls across his chest, just visible at the top of a V’d tshirt, was still dark. “Balance the phone somewhere so I can see you.” He instructed, the predatory smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Yes sir.” I answered, placing the phone on top of the toilet paper receptacle on the back of the door. I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and closed my eyes, breathing erratic already.

“Hitch up that skirt, love.” I did not have to be told twice, I inched the fabric of the pencil skirt up my thighs and over my hips, already hooking my index fingers into the panties I had on. “That’s my girl, you know what to do, take them off, let me see you.” John’s voice was like a good whiskey, rough and warm. I pushed the offending material down to my ankles and then sat back, legs wide for him. I licked my lips as I noticed his arm was moving, hand out of sight, but I knew he was touching himself. Slowly stroking his hard cock, looking for relief from the ache, but not yet chasing an end.

“It’s been too long, John, I need your touch. I’m so pent up I don’t know what I’m doing half the time!” I begged, knowing he wasn’t a fan of begging unless it was for him to stop whatever torturous play he was busy performing. “That’s dangerous on a hunt, my girl, need you clear minded.” He said with a snarl, I saw the flick of his eyes as he took in the screen in front of him. “You can touch yourself.” My hand flew straight towards my already jumpy clit. “Slowly.” He growled, watching as I jerked my hand back before teasing it towards my clit. I ran my fingertips over my hip, down the inside of my thigh, then around my lips, before finally reaching my clit. I let out a soft moan as I made contact. The tight little bundle of nerves had been screaming for attention since leaving John that now it was like stepping into heaven itself.

“What a good girl you are.” He encouraged, “Lick your fingers then circle your clit. Imagine it was my tongue. Tell me what you taste like.” I swirled my tongue around my index finger and then added my middle finger, putting on a performance, hoping he was picturing his dick sliding in and out of my plump lips.

“Baby girl, you’re so eager,” He muttered, his keen eyes trained on the screen in front of him. I made sure to make an obscene pop with my fingers as I withdrew them from my mouth before instantly lowering them between my legs. “Mmm, John, I taste good, but not as good as you.” I hummed, forcing my hooded eyes to stay open as I began to rub gently up and down, my fingers gliding with a mix of saliva and arousal.

“Jesus, baby girl, you are wicked.” He said as he watched the swap of fingers to thumb as my middle finger teased my entrance. I lifted my leg to the handrail for a better spread and grabbed at my clothed breast with my other hand. “Mmm, YN, start fucking yourself. Slowly, in and out, like you do in the mornings.” He said, spurring me on.

“Show me, sir.” I moaned as my finger slid between my lips and into my warm, wet, heat. John’s picture’s quality distorted while he repositioned. But soon I was watching him clearly; one hand helping him remain propped up on the motel bed as the other had a firm grip of his considerable length and pumped it leisurely. “Oh god,” I whimpered, eyes fluttering as I added a second finger and began pumping to match him. I reached down with my other hand and began to circle my clit again. I was chasing my release, and with how good I had been, it was sure to come fast. A low moan from John’s end had my eyes back open and focused on him.

“That’s it baby, faster,” He guided, his hand moved back and forth, his thumb wiping over the tip every so often. I could see the tense of his thigh, his tell tale sign. He was so close. “Wait, together.” I pleaded, I wasn’t quite there, I rubbed at my clit vigorously, my fingers crooking to caress that sweet spot that normally only John could hit. A guttural groan followed by a pleased hiss told me he had come and I began to shake, so close, almost there.

“Stop.” John’s voice was huskier and had the tell tale signs of being spent, but he was still dominating as ever. I whimpered, the fingers inside me slowing, but the fingers working my clit back and forth were still eager, a mind of their own. My pleasure was tied directly to them now, no way my brain was in control. “YN. Stop.” He growled, and that promise of punishment, the kind worse than this, had me ceasing all movement. My chest heaved as I panted, I was so close. My thighs were trembling, my nerves were on fire, my clit throbbed, ready for one last appeal and it would give.

“Good girl.” He cooed, it was the tone reserved for right after the smack that stung more than it gave pleasure, for right after he’d held me over his cock a little too long that I began to struggle for air. The tone that made me feel like I deserved the title. The call disconnected, but not before John gave me one last instruction, “Get back to the motel. I’m waiting.”

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Once she had the door opened he snaked his arms around her waist and lifted her from the ground dragging her into the room and shutting the door with his foot. Her short legs quickly wrapped around his narrow hips and between the deep kissing, grabbing and squeezing he let her go in order to rip the clothes off her chest only to shoved her to the bed, forcing a squeal out of her mouth. They both laughed as she bounced in the mattress.

“You so hot!”

“I am,” she replied. “And you’re hotter!”

She knelt fisting his clothes and pulling him down to her level, nudged the layers of clothes off his body as her teeth caught his lower lip and his hands felt every little inch of her he could reach.

It was a battle for power and control neither of them wanted to lose!  

He succeeded on staying on top, or she gave up on trying rolling him over, whatever reason, Dean felt like a powerful alpha male and smacked her hand away when she intended to take off her boots “Nah ah, keep them.”

She bit down on one of his nipples, pulling at it almost painfully making Dean growl while his finger worked around her back on the clasp of the bra. She ignored his undershirt going straight for the buckle of his belt.

Her head hit the wall behind her when his tongue met her delicious looking nipple sucking it hard. He cried out and bit down on her shoulder when her hand wrapped around his hard already leaking length.

Oh and he was right, her finger barely touched each other. Best night of his life… okay, maybe not, all because of his stupid big mouth.

It was simultaneous, Dean pulled his black t-shirt over his head and she finally got rid of her jeans from over her boots… in between the hormonal frenzy and chaos they both stopped and stilled in a really awkward position.

She looked at his chest and his eyes landed on her thigh, the endless knot in a shape of a pentagram surrounded by black flames matched in their naked bodies. “Umm… anti possession?”  Dean was the first one to break the awkward silence.

“You too.” She butted him off of her with both hands on his chest, and one of them was sticky, the slime cooling rather rapidly on his skin.

Once on a reasonable distance, she eyed him suspiciously, he did the same. “Here for the werewolf attacks?” she asked.

Dean nodded. He pointed to her thigh, where her tattoo was.

“Bobby Singer’s suggestion,” she simply said, he nodded in agreement.

They stared for a few seconds before their bodies collided like magnets, kisses, licks and bites all over. He took her thighs and lifted them up causing her upper body to drop back onto the bed and dragged her towards him. The way her mouth rounded made him harder and her loud gasp as he entered her in one quick thrust almost made him come right there and then.

“You alone on this,” she moaned the question.

He grunted, “No, my brother.”

“There’re not many. FFFuck! We could totally work together. You kno.ooow. Finish faster”

“You sure you can even kill a werewolf?”Dean joked, sarcasm not really showing in his voice. “Oh shit! “Maybe you should leave the hard work for the big men here,” He smirked and ducked down to kiss her.

“What?”  

When she didn’t kiss back he lifted his head and looked down at her. She propped herself up to her elbows, Dean knew she was close by the way she started squeezing him but there was barely any sign of pleasure on her face.

Dean chuckled slowing his thrusts.  “Don’t fucking stop!” she demanded and he was nothing if not an obedient soldier.

The contractions around his cock became more intense, she threw her head back and came open mouth in a silent scream. Dean kept going, seeking for his own release.

“What did you mean by that?” Her voice was raspy and her cheeks rosy.

He laughed. “Just that. Ugh. You’re so tiny.” His fingers dug in her hips. “Hot! But so little I can even see my dick poking in you. Fuck!” His palm went to rest over her pelvic area where the alien seem to be about to burst out and he grinned like a kid in a candy store.

“What?” he asked breathlessly

She lifted her hips off the bed and started circling them meeting Dean trusts and he felt it coming. “You think I can’t handle it huh!?”

“It’s just. Fuck.” Being a stupid cocky young man, Dean misunderstood her anger with some sort of play so he kept joking. “It might be too much for you.” he laughed. “Umf mother fucker!”

“You know what? Is never too much for me!” She whimpered. “Wait! I wanna be on top.”

Dean nodded and let her take control, sinking his fingers on the sides of her thighs, helping her guide her movements.

She took his hands in hers and placed them on top of his head. Dean enjoyed every second of it. The way her pussy clenched around him, her breasts bounced and her nipples tickled his neck and jaw, his tongue poking out the entire time trying to take one dusky bud into his mouth.

“Fuck!” She shouted.

“Yeah!” he said.

“Don’t come. Just. Yet!” she ordered and Dean bit down on his lip to hold it in.

“So you think I can’t do it?” Her chest heaved and Dean was just lost in sensations as her fingers tweaked his nipples.

He chuckled. “Maybe with some help…”

“You know what.” She stopped completely. “Get out.”

“What!? Dean voice was pitchy high and he knew he sounded desperate. “I was about- You cannot be ser-”

“Get the fuck out!” She stood, juices flowing down to Dean’s crotch.

“You’re seriously gonna leave it like this?”

“I couldn’t care less about your fucking chauvinist blue balls. You think I can’t handle myself!?”

“I think you’re fucking crazy!”

“You can bet your fucking ass I’m crazy!!” she shouted and started shoving him up the bed and towards the door.

Dean did his best to get his scattered clothes; she opened the door and pushed him out as he bent down to get his boots. He banged at her door and shouted her name but gave up after a while and walked back to his car, covering his shame with his jacket a crumpled pair of boxers and one lonely boot.

Here’s the thing, Dean often remembers and dreams about some of his wild nightstands, but this particular one, is buried deep -deep- down and apparently his fucked up brain loves to bring it up every once in a fucking while just to mess up with him. So when he wakes up at 6 am, he’s too horny to go back to sleep and too angry at himself and that crazy bitch to jack off, having no other option but to get up from bed and take a cold shower, luckily Sam’s still out on his morning run.

He now sits at the kitchen table, coffee in one hand, the other one resting on the table, under his forehead. Sam’s large bare feet echo down the hallway, laptop in hand, hair still drippy at the ends from his recent shower as he walks into the kitchen. “Hey, you’re up?” brows furrowed only for an instant at the presence of his brother so early in the morning.

Dean gives his energetic little brother half an eye roll and head shake before taking the coffee mug to his pouty lips again.

“Found us a case.” Sam places the computer on the table and walks around to pour himself a cup of coffee.

Dean grunts some unintelligible words into his mug; Sam takes them as a positive answer as he takes the first sip, sighing pleasantly “So get this…”

…

It takes them around 14 hours until they find themselves checking in a little lay low motel just outside Helena AR, Dean sighs closing his eyes, the room looks a lot like the one he remembers from his dream.

Sam rolls his eyes, from his point of view it seems as Dean is upset about the state of the room, so he just walks past his brother dropping his duffel on the stuttering table. One hand loosens the knot of his tie while the other is takes his computer from the bag.

“The 5th girl was found,” he types out loud, letting Dean know what he found out at the sheriff’s office. “That means there are three still missing and hopefully alive.” With both palms on the table he pushes up from his hunching position. “What did you find out?” he asks his big brother.

“Big nasty, filthy…” His voice trails off and Sam scoffs at Dean while the latter’s nose crinkles as he inspects the bathroom. A couple of years living at the bunker and he already forgot what it’s like to stay at one star motels, Sam shakes his head. “… Nest. Ten, maybe twelve. Couple of miles west from 49.”

Dean turns and stares at Sam. “You think we should ask for reinforcement?” Sam’s the one asking and Dean gives him a WTF look.

“It seems like too much for just the two of us. I know we can take care of fucking everything,” he interrupts Dean before he evens has the chance to say anything. “But if there’s indeed a dozen.”

Dean shrugs, he knows Sam’s right but he’s not gonna say it that easily. “Who we calling?”

“Um…” Sam thinks for a little bit. “…I have-” He goes back to his bag and start digging around. “I have Bobby’s old journal, in the back he made himself a little hunter’s directory, you know?”

Dean plops down the bed regretting it immediately when a cloud of dust from the covers surrounds him, and he coughs.

“Here it is!” Sam exclaims triumphantly. “It has numbers from hunter around the country; we just need to see who is around the area.”

…

Half an hour later Dean comes back with diner to find Sam scratching numbers from a list in front of him while he still on the phone. “Yeah… that’s- uh huh… O-okay. We’ll see you tomorrow b- She hang up.” Sam looks up at Dean.

“She?” Dean inquires, a little smirk playing at his lips, his hands pulling the packed food from the brown paper bag.

“Yeah.” Sam takes one of the Styrofoam containers and grimacing at its contents; some sort of meat stew, he pushes aside and takes the other one. “This girl apparently she’s from around.” Sam breaks the seal from the Italian dressing with his teeth. “I didn’t get much from her other than her name.” The plastic fork goes down and pokes-pokes-pokes.

“So what’s her name?” Dean lifts his eyes for a second from his nasty looking but supposedly delicious special of the day to see a few twigs sticking out of Sam’s big mouth.

“Y/N,” Sam says around a mouthful.

The name rings in his head, and he repeats it like a chant. Sam ignores him and walks to the fridge to get a water bottle and that’s when Dean’s eyes go wide… What are the chances it’s even her? He assures himself.

“You sure she’s comin’?” Dean’s reluctant about the whole calling for backup thing, since they’ve been waiting for forty five minutes.

“Y/N said she’d come,” Sam repeats for the tenth time.

Dean’s mind wanders around to the memory that haunts him, there’s no way is the same Y/N, right?

It’s not hard for her to spot them from the distance.  The only two people by the side of the empty old, forgotten road, leaning against a gorgeous car.

She parks her truck- a black 68 Silverado- face to face with baby.  Her eyes on the car the whole time. Whoever keeps their car in pristine conditions is worth meeting, she decides.

Shutting down the engine and reaching to the other side of the bench seat for her bag pack, Y/N pulls the creaky door open. The boys watch as a pair of platformed feet poke out of the driver’ side and then she jumps, literally jumps off, landing straight on the ground next to the truck. Her back to them until she slams the door closed.

Sam and Dean push away from the car’s hood and walk towards Y/N, meeting her halfway. When she turns around she’s taken aback for the slightest instant, both these guys have easily a foot on her. But Y/N stands tall, taller than she ever did actually; shoulders squared, chest up, head high.

“Hi, Y/N? I’m Sam, we spoke on the phone.” His hand is ginormous, it’s a bit embarrassing for Y/N to shake it, it really envelopes her whole little one.

“Nice to meet you.” She looks up, like she normally does dealing with ridiculously tall people, and she knows her neck will hurt later from the way it has to crake in order to see Sam’s face. Y/N’s a warrior though; she won’t let any Bunyan’s brother intimidate her.

The one with bow legs comes next, yeah whether she likes it or not, legs and shoes are the first thing she gets to look on a person. As her eyes scan his body, Y/N noticed something familiar about him. The way he struts towards her, the cocky smirk as he looks her over, eyes ranking her body up and down before meeting her eyes and…

“Fuck me!” she breaths out. Dean responds with a humorless chuckle. “I knew I recognized that car.”

“You guys know each other?”  Sam does that little thing with his ridiculously silky flowy hair whipping to the side, his forehead gets the strongest Wifi signal and his eyes goes from his brother to Y/N.

She scoffs. “Do we… Hey, did you find your clothes?” Her bitch face puts Sam’s to shame.

Sam snorts, he knows exactly who she is. Dean pouts and everyone from miles away can see the way his jaw clenches.

This is what happen after Dean came into his motel room almost naked all those years back, Sam interrogated him nonstop about what happened but obviously Dean only partially told him what happened, after the events of the next morning in the werewolves’ warehouse he kinda had to tell the whole thing.

The job was already done, werewolves’ bodies lying all around, Y/N had done it all by herself but not before leaving a message, which Sam luckily found. Dean’s name was carved on a back wooden door and an arrow signaled the way they had to follow to find Dean clothes, inside a muddy pond.

“I wanted to return them clean, you know? They were all dirty and stained and smelly, yuk! But the motel back then didn’t have a laundry room or even a pool, so I just let them soaked somewhere I knew you’d find them.”

She grins her eyes now on Sam, “Anything I need to know before we slay those mother fuckers?”

“Um, yeah. We’re sure the three girls that are still missing are in there.”

“Priority number one!” She nods and goes to the back of her truck. “Okay, let me get my blade and lead the way.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute!” Dean says taking a step closer to her. Y/N ignores him completely and her feet leave the ground as she hoops to the truck’ side panel with great agility.

“What?” Her voice’s a little muffled, both bothers get a little distracted by the way her ass wiggles, in perfect display for the to appreciate while she looks for her stuff in the back of the truck.

She climbs back down, a machete in each hand. “Look I know exactly what you’re gonna say, big guy and I’ll warn you. Don’t let my size fool you.” She points at Dean with one of the machetes. “I can still kick your freaking tall ass!!” That same machete goes to her leg holster, “Now, let’s go kill those fanged bastards!”  

Sam leads the way, Y/N’s short legs following behind almost in a trot and Deans keeps up a few feet behind, thinking. Did his brain kwon he was gonna meet her again or was it all a coincidence? Does this whole thing mean something? As they approach the abandoned house he pushes his thoughts a side. But not before his brain makes him consider that Y/N is a great hunter, she did an amazing job back then and managed to keep herself alive for almost a decade… who knows, calling her might had been a good idea.

Her lips pout as her heedful skim the inside of the rotten building through a wall gap, “I see only ten, maybe eleven.” There’s no hesitation on her voice, “All sleeping.” Moving away from the crumbling wall her eyes go from Sam to Dean before she drops down to her knees.

With a small knife she gets from the inside of her boot, Y/N draws on the ground. “Three here, two more there, four or five and the one guarding the girls.” Sam crouches next to her; Dean remains standing, forcing her to look way up to meet his eyes.

“I say we split,” Sam suggest. Y/N nods. Dean considers apologizing to her, uncertain of whatever might happens.

“You guys go up front, I’ll get through the back and-”

“I think I should come with you,” Dean interrupts her. Sam and Y/N share a little look. “You know there are like f-” Yeah, no. in his defense he’s really trying but that’s not the best approach, he kicks himself mentally.

Her glare interrupts him, “You really want to do this now?”

“Hey, no. Just saying. There are more at the back, plus the girls are up front… We can create a distraction until Sam gets them out.” He keeps burying himself deeper.

“Whatever,” Y/N sighs rolling her eyes, she gets up and starts walking towards the back.

When Dean meets with her, she’s standing there looking up for some way to get in. “Hey,” he begins, she ignores him.

“The top floor window,” she says without even turning to look at him.

Dean’s eyes travel up, there’s easily a five feet to the window. He crouches, interlacing his fingers, creating a little tow for Y/N to hop up.

“What are you doin’?”

“Hop up,” he encourages.

“Dude, just because you’re tall doesn’t mean I can’t rock climb!”

Before Dean can even think about what she just said, Y/N jumps, her short fingers hooking on the edge of the cornice and she hauls her own weight with ease. “Like I’ve been saying my whole life, don’t let my fucking size fool you! Now get up here!”

They burst in, shouting and making a lot of noise to get the vampires away from Sam and the girls. The fanged leeches wake up, startled, a couple ready to fight. Y/N ducks the first one that comes to her, barging towards the second one, shoulder to the stomach, the big male drops to the floor. With both knees on his sides, Y/N lifts her arms in the air taking the first head of the night.

Dean never saw her fight before and he has to admit he’s impressed!

She rolls in the floor, avoiding the hands trying to get her, making her way in between the many legs that surround her. Dean takes a few tentative steps towards her, when he found himself surrounded as well.

Y/N uses the force of one the vampire grabbing her arms to spin around and jump up, the cracking sound of the bones breaking makes her smile. The fat fingers let go of her wrist and the vamp falls to his knees. In mid air from the momentum, she swings, another head rolls leaving a trail of goo behind. A blow on her chest forces her fingers open and she loses her blade. She bends over, pulling the third vamp with her. Little knife in hand straight to the neck, driving it over and over and then she’s alone in dubious silence.

Y/N gets to the foyer, on the sly, there’s no one around so she runs and crouches next to the girls, which are still tied up. “Shut the fuck up! I’m here to help you!” She whispers loudly when one of them almost screams at the sight of her.

“Where’s the tall guy?” she asks while cutting down the bindings.

“They took him!” The one less shocked tells her.

She helps them out of the house, leading them towards the cars and instructing them to stay there whilst she goes back. They cry and beg her not to leave them. “I’ll be back!” She promises.

Inside the house everything’s quiet, too quiet. She gets in through the back again, hiding behind some wood boxes and old furniture, peeking around the different rooms until she sees Sam and Dean tied up back to back to a couple of chairs inside the old moldy study.

“Fuuuuuck!” she growls under her breath. Her eyes scan the room, looking for something, anything and she finds it in the form of a hole on the ceiling that obviously leads to whatever room is upstairs.

Y/N does her best to make the less amount of noise possible as she climbs up the creaky steps towards the upper floor. From the master bedroom she counts six vamps in the study, taking turns to beat up the Winchesters. After some mental calculations she comes to the conclusion that those are it, she killed a few and Sam apparently took a couple before getting his ass trapped.

With a deep breath she prepares herself and takes her chance. Y/N jumps down the hole, landing on one of shithead bloodsuckers and swings; the thud of his fat head hitting the unpolished linoleum is lost in between the roar of the battle.

She’s forced to turn around, a fist meets her halfway and she stumbles back and using the wall behind her to push herself back and head blow the fucker between the eyes.

She staggers and blinks her arm moves faster than the common eye and another head rolls. A big one tries to get her from behind but she ducks down, spins around and kicks him in the nuts. Dean and Sam both hiss while working of their bindings. The vampire falls to the ground like a tree and bang!

“That’s three! You keeping count?” she shouts. Sam smirks and puffs. Dean says nothing.

The one in the floor she hit in the nose grabs her by the ankle and Y/N goes down losing grip of her blade, Dean panics for the slightest second before noticing the handle of the machete bounded to her wrist. The vamp crawls on top of her, caging her body to the floor, Y/N knees him in the gut and with both hands thrusts the sharp blade to his throat, gagging when blood streams all over her.

Sam breaks free first, seizing his knife and slicing the head of the one coming for his still stranded brother, then helps Y/N, taking the heavy body off of her.

“Duck!” Y/N shouts mixed with a “Sammeh!” from Dean.

Sam complies and Y/N takes the head of the last standing vampire, before she drops back down to catch her breath.

“Whoa Y/N. That was… wow,” Sam stands offering a hand.

“I know,” she chuckles still panting for air.

“Yeah, yeah.. Whatever.” Dean finally gets himself out of his ropes.

Later that evening, after a shower and a quick dinner they sit, the three of them at the local pub. Small table, beers and shots. Y/N next to Sam and this one next to his brother. And Dean suspects she picked that place purposely, because her legs keep bumping his. How does he knows are her legs and not Sam’s, well for starters are slightly smaller and every time it happens he looks at her and she licks her lips.

“How did you manage to get caught anyway? I mean I took three like that.” Y/N emphasizes with a finger snap before downing another shot as if it were water. “You guys are the Winchesters!” she continues with quick pony shake. “You stopped like… what? Ten apocalypses and can’t take a few vamps?” she jokes and a very cheerful Sam laughs, even Dean has to admit that’s kinda ironic and smiles a bit.

“I have to confess, I was a little doubtful about your…um abilities when I first saw you,” Sam drags his words a little too much after trying to keep up with Y/N and his big brother.

Y/N laugh, getting up from her chair. She and Sam almost the same height now that she’s standing and she pats him in the head. “Not the first and won’t be the last.” She winks at Dean and Sam snorts.

“Dude, you like her!” Sam leans on the table to say to his brother as soon as Y/N is off earshot.

“And you’re drunk.” Dean chuckles and shakes his head.

“One thing doesn’t affect the other.” Sam shrugs picking one of the shot glasses left, but his lips keep hanging when Dean snatches it from his hand.

Sam whines and Y/N comes cackling from behind making them both turn around. “They asked for my ID again and I was just asking about the restroom.

“That’s because you’re so tiny!” Sam jokes. He and Y/N get along real well, laughing, drinking, sharing anecdotes and Dean remembers why he felt attracted to her all those years back, other than her physique.

“God, I’d kill for some fries right now, but they don’t have a kitchen here,” she complains and sits down, taking the shot in Dean’s hand.

“You’re like a male version of my brother, Y/N!” he hiccups.

“I think you mean female.” Y/N laughs when the gentle drunken giant presses a kiss on her forehead when she sits down again. “What was that for?”

“For saving our lives, you know… And putting my brother in his place back then.” Sam attempts on whispering the words on Y/N’s ears, failing miserably.

“Ooh-kay… you’ve reached your limit there, Jolly Green Giant.” Dean tries to look serious breaking character when Sam sits straight putting his fists on the sides of his waist and Y/N laughs out loud, a full body laugh.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t as bad as he remembered her. After all he was also kind of an asshole back then. “Yeah, I think we should call it a night.”

“Nooo!” Sam disagrees, throwing his whole body weight down when Y/N pulls his hand. “I’m having fuuun!”

…

After a couple of failed attempts they put a giggly Sam inside the car, Y/N sitting up front, “Hey, Y/N,” he chimes like a little boy.

“What?” She turns around, leaning on the backrest.

“We should hang out, you’re pretty cool.”

“Hang out?”

“Yeah, you need give my brother your number, so he can call you.” Sam’s eyes are getting heavy and only after she promises she will give Dean her number the car ride turns silent all at once as he passes out in the back seat.

“Hey.” she’s the one breaking the silence first. “I… I wanna apologize for whatever happened, you know… I was young fighting for my place in the world, being a girl and a short person… People always mocked me and I was in a really bad mood all the time.”

“Um-yeah- I-It’s totally fine, I-I get it” Dean assure shaking his head and looking at her for a second before his eyes find the road again. “I guess it was a bit my fault too.”

“Yes,” she agrees and shrugs a little lifting her feet and folding them under herself, facing him more comfortably.  

Dean laughs and she joins him before every sound but the engine and Sam’s snores, die again. “Here we are.” Dean nods in slow motion, his right hand pulling the keys off the ignition after he parks in front of his and Sam’s room.

Y/N’s eyebrows shoot up and her lips disappear inside her mouth in a super tight smile as she returns the nod, “You wanna ditch Sam in the car with the window cracked open and fuck each other’s brains out? I’ll let you finish this time.”  

Taken aback but her proposal Dean chokes on his own spit, Y/N opens the door and gets out of the car. Dean observes her walk around the hood and fumbles with the door almost falling down on his way out of the car.

Y/N stares from where she stands by the room door digging for the key in her pocket. “Don’t forget the window.”

“He has opposable thumbs, he can open it himself.”

With four long strides Dean gets to her, lifting her body from the ground and carrying her inside the room.

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The day started out so normal. You and the boys had taken a case in some nowhere town in the middle of nothing, had wrapped it up, and were just hanging out until Garth called you with something else because no matter how much Sam looked, he couldn’t find anything. You were far enough away from the bunker that the consensus was to at least take one more hunt before heading back for a break, so here you were with absolutely nothing to do. That’s never really been a problem for Sam, he always finds things to read or listen to that keeps him entertained, but you and Dean…idle hands, and all that. It was bound to go wrong at some point and unfortunately for you (mostly Dean, but we’ll get to that), a trip to the bar and the subsequent trip to a tattoo parlor put you both in a bit of a situation.

                                        The night before…

“Sammy! Y/N and I are going out, see what we can get into this fine evening. You comin’?” Sam shook his head, never looking away from his laptop.

“No, I think I’ll just stay here, see if I can find anything. If not, maybe we could go ahead and start back tomorrow.”

Dean shrugged, “Suit yourself, dude. Come on, Y/N.”

 You and Dean arrived at the bar a little after 10 and sat at the smooth wooden counter. Dean waved down the bartender and ordered a shot and beer for each of you. You both immediately downed the shot, and you groaned as the whiskey burnt your throat.

Dean laughed, “What a light-weight, Y/N. I thought you were better than that.” You glared at him, grabbed your beer, chugged it down, and slammed the empty bottle on the bar. You waved the bartender back over and ordered a second shot and another beer.

“I’ll show you light-weight, Winchester,” you declared as you threw back the second shot. He grinned devilishly, and whirled around on the stool to survey the bar.

“The playing field looks pretty good tonight, see anything you like?” You looked around, perusing the men playing pool and the ones standing around the jukebox and shook your head.

“Not yet. The night is still young though, my friend. No need to rush. You see anyone?” You watched him as Dean’s eyes swept the room. Deep down you hoped his answer would be the same, that of course there wasn’t anyone right away, but your wish was not granted as his eyes landed on a leggy brunette standing by the pool table.

“Oh, I just might.” He grabbed his beer and winked at you, “I’ll be back.” He sauntered over to the pool table and you could see him motioning with his hands as he leaned in close to the girl. She giggled and nodded, and Dean walked over to the wall to grab another pool cue. You sighed, and chugged down the rest of your beer. Nobody was catching your eye except for the green-eyed hunter leaning entirely too close to the girl he was showing how to play pool, and you had begun to think maybe you should have stayed back with Sam. You waved down the bartender to order another shot and suddenly felt someone slide in next to you. You looked over slowly to see a tall, blonde man looking you up and down.

“Hey, how’s it going?” You shrugged slightly and caught the whiskey the bartender slid over to you.

“I’m doing okay. How are you?”

He leaned his elbow against the bar and smiled at you, “I’m doing better now. What are you drinking?” You glanced over towards Dean, downed your whiskey, and slid the glass back towards the bartender.

“Whiskey, and maybe another beer.” He grinned again and slid money across the bar.

“Are you here by yourself?”

You shook her head, “Not technically, but at this current moment…sure.”

“Good, good. So, what brings you here…technically not by yourself? My name is Derek, by the way.” You looked over at Dean just in time to see the brunette nip at his ear as she whispered something.

“Oh, just celebrating a job well done. Always nice to finish up a gig, ya know?” You felt the blonde man’s hand slide gently down your arm, stopping as his hand covered yours.

“Celebrating, huh? Wanna get out of here and celebrate, just the two of us?” You slowly moved your hand back and grasped your beer.

“Oh, I think I’m okay here actually…thank you.”

Derek grabbed you by the arm, “Come on, it’ll be fun-“ He was cut off before he had a chance to finish his sentence, and when you looked up, you saw a very angry looking Dean standing behind Derek.

“I think the lady said she didn’t want to go anywhere, so it would probably be best if you just walked away now, man.” A quick glance over Dean’s shoulder showed an unhappy woman glaring at you. This was going to be good either way.

Derek yanked his arm away from Dean, “I take it you’re the one she’s ‘technically’ here with, huh? Maybe you should try staying with her and not flirting around with some bimbo you ran into, dick.” Dean moved in close, his mouth very close to Derek’s ear, and you couldn’t help but notice the intensity in his eyes as he looked at you while threatening Derek.

“As a matter of fact, she did come here with me, but she’s also a grown ass woman that can make her own choices and if she wants to go home with someone, she can. She also can go home with no one if she wants, and that’s okay too. I would suggest you move your ass along as she clearly isn’t interested in you. And if you don’t, I will punch you right in the throat, got it?” He pulled back and gave Derek a dangerous smile and clapped him on the shoulder. Derek looked back at you, swallowed thickly, and walked away without saying another word. Dean sat down on the stool Derek had just vacated and grabbed your whiskey. “You alright?”

You snorted, “I’m fine. He was harmless, I could have kicked his ass,” you said as you took a sip of beer. You looked over at Dean and raised your eyebrows with a chuckle, “Looks like you’re about to have a bad time though.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” the brunette from earlier practically screeched as she stormed over.

Dean took a deep breath and turned to face her, “Hey, sweetheart, I’m really sorry but I’m going to have to ask for a raincheck. My friend here isn’t having that great of a time, and I think I should probably spend some time with her right now.” He gave her the patented Winchester smile, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on her.

She crossed her arms angrily, “I blew off my friends for you, and then you ditch me for yours? That’s a dick move.”

Dean took a slow sip of whiskey as he carefully crafted his answer, “Darlin’, I’m sorry you ditched your friends, and I’m sorry I’m ditching you now, but sometimes you’ve got to figure out your priorities, and right now, she’s mine. Sorry.” He turned back to face Y/N and rolled his eyes. The brunette stood seething for a moment, glaring at you over Dean’s shoulder, then whined and walked away. You chuckled and took another sip of beer.

“That went well, Dean. Really well.”

Dean scoffed, “Eh, she was boring anyway. Whaddya say to us just chilling here for a bit, just the two of us? We don’t get all that much alone time.” You smiled at Dean crookedly, the alcohol you’d been throwing back making your face flush and Dean couldn’t help but notice how it accentuated the freckles sprinkled across your nose and cheeks.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan. Barkeep,” you slurred as you lifted your empty beer bottle, “another one for this fine gentleman and myself!” Dean laughed, and you raised her new bottle and winked.

 Far too many drinks later, you and Dean were well past the cut off line as you stumbled out of the bar and down the street.

“Y/N, what do you mean you don’t have one? You’ve gotta have a tattoo, every hunter does,” Dean scoffed, his words slurred.

You pushed him gently, “Not everyone has one. I do not have one, that is a fact.”

Dean frowned, “Well, that ruins my dreams a little bit,”Dean’s eyes widened and he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, his fingers wrapped tightly around your upper arm, “You have to get one. I know exactly what you’re gonna get, come on.”

“Dean, no! I don’t need to get a tattoo. It’s fine.” Dean dragged you down the sidewalk and into the tattoo parlor you had passed earlier on the way to the bar.

“Hey, this girl needs a tattoo. We’ve already got something picked out.”

You looked at Dean confused, “And what exactly is it?” He grinned and yanked down the collar of his shirt.

“Boom! You’re gonna get one of these. You need one anyway, and you’re just drunk enough that it won’t even hurt that much. Plus, every hunter needs one. It’s like a twofer! You just gotta pick a spot.” You put your hands on your hips and glared at him.

“Listen, Winchester, I…I don’t need a tattoo, okay? It’s fine, you know, it’s cool. I don’t….pssshhhht….” You waved your hand in his general direction and he started laughing.

“You’re afraid of needles, aren’t you? Big bad hunter, and you can’t handle a little needle? Come on, kid. Sit down.”

                                                 The next morning…

 The light streaming through the window woke you way earlier than you would have wanted to. Your eyes felt like they were glued shut and the idea of having to move was enough to make your head spin. You groaned as you rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:30 a.m. You slowly sat up and leaned your head in your hand. You couldn’t remember how you got back last night, or who you’d been with. Your last memory was of being at the bar, watching Dean with the brunette girl at the pool table. As you struggled to slide out of bed, a sharp pain on your hip made you gasp loudly.

“What the hell?” you muttered as you looked down and realized that not only were you naked, but you also had a tattoo on your hip that hadn’t been there when you left the night before. You squinted at it, somewhat hoping it would go away, but after a few moments of willing it to disappear you gave up. “At least it’s an anti-possession symbol….could be useful…” You stood and stretched and your eyes widened as you saw the trail of clothes that seemed to go from one side of the room to the other, and ended at the bathroom. You cautiously walked towards the bathroom, the sound of water running in the sink alerting you to someone’s presence, and you carefully knocked on the door. “Hello? Is anyone…anyone in there?” When you didn’t receive a response, you knocked one more time. Still, nothing. You took a deep breath and slowly opened the door and immediately yelled out in surprise. Sitting in the middle of the bathroom floor was a little pink teacup pig, nestled cozily in what you could only assume were boxers. It was looking up at you, it’s little snout sniffing furiously, and you weren’t sure whether to laugh or yell for help. “Where’d you come from, little guy?” You bent down to pick it up, and the pig began to squeal loudly and tried to get away from you. “Oh, come on, I’m not gonna hurt you…although I do find it odd you’re in my bathroom…” you said as you walked out of the bathroom still holding the pig. You slowed to a stop as you looked at the clothes in the floor. You recognized those clothes. They were clothes you had seen hundreds of times, in hotels, in the bathroom floor at the bunker. You had washed and folded those clothes more times than you could count. You stood silently for a moment, and then slowly looked down at the pig in your arms as it looked up and met your gaze.

“…Dean?” Your voice came out barely a whisper, and the pig squealed loudly in response. “Oh…my…God…” The pig squealed loudly again, and you could feel nervous laughter bubbling in your chest. Before you could do or say anything else, your door burst open and Sam appeared in the doorway.

“Is everything okay, I heard this weird squealing sound…” He trailed off as he looked at you, unsure of what to make of the scene in front of him. “Why….are you naked? Better question, when did you get a tattoo?”

You rolled your eyes, “That is what you’re taking away from this? Nothing else seems to be off with this picture? Nothing at all, Sam?” You clutched the teacup pig….Dean…closer to your chest and dropped a hand to cover your downstairs and glared at Sam. “You wanna take a picture, because that’ll last longer.”

Sam tilted his head, his forehead furrowed in confusion. He gestured towards you, “Is that…is that a teacup pig?”

You glanced down at the small, pink creature that was currently barely hiding your chest, then looked back up at Sam, “Yes, but also no…”

Sam made a face, “What’s that even supposed to mean?” He paused for a moment when he noticed the clothes in the floor, then slowly looked back up at you, “Where’s Dean? Did you guys…? Oh my God, did you have sex with Dean?”

You shook your head fervently, “No!! Of course not! At least…I don’t think so. I don’t remember much, but he was definitely with some brunette at the bar, and…that’s all I remember. But I’m pretty sure that’s not a thing that happened!” You weren’t sure of that at all, but you figured if you had, it would have been something you remembered regardless of how drunk you were.

“This doesn’t explain the teacup pig, Y/N. Or the tattoo. Actually, none of this makes sense. And you still haven’t told me where Dean is.” You glanced back down at the pig again, and it snorted quietly.

“Sam…the pig is Dean.” Sam stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide.

“What?”  

You cleared your throat, trying to think of a reason why this would be a valid situation but all you could think to do was repeat yourself, “Dean is the teacup pig.”

Sam ran a hand through his hair, a look of exasperation and confusion darkening his face, “How in the hell did this happen, Y/N?” he almost shouted, “In what situation do you go to bed and then wake up as a pig?! I leave you guys alone for one night-” A knock on the door interrupted his tirade, “What?!”

The hotel manager stood in the open doorway, his eyes taking in the scene in front of him, “We…we got some complaints of someone shouting and some loud squealing…is everything okay?” There you stood, naked as the day you were born, holding a pig, and all you could do was smile at the man. There was no explanation for what the manager was seeing. Sam just stood there, so you took a step forward, still careful to cover most of what the good Lord had blessed you with, and smiled wider.

“I’m sorry, sir, we will keep it down.” He looked between you and a very confused Sam and nodded curtly.

“Yes, please do that. Also, there’s a no pet rule so…that pig can’t stay here or you’ll have to…there will be a fee.”

You nodded and smiled sweetly, “We understand. Thank you.” The manager slowly backed away from the door, and with one last, confused look, walked away. “Sam, can you please close the door, and keep your back turned so I can get some clothes on, would ya?”

Sam quietly walked over and shut the door, then kept his back turned towards you, though you could tell he had crossed his arms. You gently placed the pig on the bed, “Just…stay there okay? And you don’t look either!” You grabbed some clothes from your duffel and hurriedly dressed. The pig laid down and buried his snout under the covers to hide his face, and you nearly lost it. Holding back your laughter, you pulled your shirt down, and buttoned your jeans. “Okay, I’m decent. You can look.” Sam turned around just as the pig pulled his nose out from under the comforter and Sam stared at it wide eyed.

“So that’s really Dean?” Before you could answer, the pig nodded and squealed in response. Sam sunk down in the closest chair and rubbed his hands across his face. “Seriously, Y/N, what the hell happened?” 

 “You don’t remember anything? Nothing at all?” Sam was back up and pacing the floor, one hand on his hip, the other running through his hair.

You sighed, “No, not really Sam. I remember being at the bar. I remember Dean going over to this brunette girl at the pool table. They were getting cozy and I was thinking that maybe I should have stayed at the hotel…” Dean walked across the bed and poked you in the leg with a tiny hoof. You looked down at him and he tilted his head and softly snorted.

Sam cleared his throat as he looked awkwardly looked between you and Dean, “Okay…then what? There’s gotta be something.”

You thought for a moment and gasped when you remembered something, “There was a guy…David, Derek…something. He came over and was hitting on me, being creepy, and Dean left the girl to scare off the sleazebag. The girl came over and yelled at him, and after she finally left, we kept drinking.”

“Okay, good, what was the girl’s name?”

You shrugged, “I never heard him say it, I have no idea,” you glanced down at Dean again,” and good luck getting him to tell you.” Dean huffed, then laid down and put his head on his legs. Sam walked over to the table and grabbed his laptop, then came back and sat on the bed you with and Dean.

“I don’t know if this is going to work, but we can try.” He opened a new word document and turned the laptop to face Dean. “Okay so…Dean, can you try to type her name if you remember it?” Dean gave Sam what looked like a glare (you weren’t sure pigs even had the capability of facial expressions) and walked to the computer. He looked at it for a moment, then slowly reached out and tried to hit one of the keys. His hoof was too big and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t type it out. He laid back down and sighed.

Sam slammed the laptop shut, “This is ridiculous! We don’t know how this happened, or why. You have no memory and Dean’s lack of opposable thumbs is not helping.” He sat back in his chair and sighed, “What else do you remember? How did you end up with the tattoo?”

Your hand drifted to right above your hip as you thought about what happened after the bar. Dean had scared off the creeper, the girl he’d been hitting on had stormed off, and you’d decided to hang out and drink. You remembered laughing a lot, although what about you couldn’t remember. At some point the bartender had cut you off and although you thought there may have been a good reason, you couldn’t remember what it was. You vaguely recalled stumbling down the street after leaving the bar, and then…

“We were walking back and we were talking about tattoos and I told Dean I didn’t have one…and we just happened to walk past a tattoo parlor, and he must have dragged me inside. We were pretty drunk, Sam, I don’t know what else to tell you.” You thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered another detail, one you hadn’t even realized was a thing until just then. “I saw the girl from the bar! She…she was standing outside the window of the tattoo parlor. I didn’t think much about it, the tattoo hurt and Dean was kind of blocking my view, but I’m like 95% sure it was her.”  

Sam nodded, “Okay, that’s something. What’d she look like?”

 After you described to Sam what you remembered of the girl from the night before, Sam left to check the bar and the tattoo parlor to see if he could figure out who the girl was, which left you with Dean. He had curled up on the bed and fallen asleep next to you, and so you had quietly turned the television on and absently began stroking the top of his head without realizing it. You weren’t sure what happened after the tattoo parlor. He had obviously come back with you, but everything after that was a blur. There was no way the two of you had slept together; that’s not how things were with you and Dean. But how else do you explain waking up naked, his clothes all over your floor, and finding him in the bathroom as a teacup pig?

“This is weird,” you mumbled as you stopped petting him, “Dean’s a pig, and my main concern is the likelihood of us sleeping together? Priorities, Y/N…priorities.” You settled back into the pillows and started flipping channels. You jumped as your phone went off.

Hey, I’m at the library. Identified the girl from the bar but struck out at the tattoo place. Gonna see if I can find anything about her. Be back soon. -S

You tossed the phone on the dresser and settled back in, the channel tuned to an awful sci-fi movie. You looked down at Dean who was still sleeping, his snout twitching as he dreamt. “What did we do, Winchester?” you whispered, “and how are we gonna fix it?”

 You woke up to the sound of Sam slamming the door shut and muttering under his breath.

“Seriously guys, this is weird…just…stop spooning.” You blinked, your vision bleary, and looked down to see that at some point Dean had moved closer to you and you had turned on your side which left the two of you spooning. His head was laying on your hand, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Come on, Sammy, it’s not that weird. It’s your brother!”

Sam rolled his eyes, “First of all, it would be weird if it was my  brother in human form. It’s even weirder that you’re spooning a teacup pig, that also happens to be my brother.” He stopped for a moment and let his head drop, “That is not a sentence I ever thought I would need to say…yet here we are.”

You sighed as you sat up, shifting Dean off your hand, “Did you find out anything at all?” Sam took his laptop out of the bag and tossed it on the bed, waking up Dean and earning yet another glare from the  miniature swine.

“Her name is Cecily Jenkins, at least that’s what they’ve heard her tell people at the bar. She’s in there all the time, and more often than not, leaves with someone she didn’t come in with. The bartender did mention that on occasion she storms off before anything happens, but usually it’s a pretty quiet affair, no fighting or anything. As far as the tattoo parlor goes, I didn’t get anything. I think it may have just been coincidence, or you were super drunk.”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course I was super drunk, we both were. And it wasn’t coincidence! She was definitely staring. Is that all you found out?”

Sam’s eyes were sparkling as he tried to contain his laughter, “Well, the tattooist did mention that it was…um…” he cleared his threat, “…difficult to get your tattoo done.”

“Why, Sam?” Sam was fit to burst trying to keep from laughing, and he was losing the battle. “What happened?” Dean squealed in unison with your question and stomped his hoof on the bed. Sam couldn’t contain it anymore and nearly fell off the bed as he roared with laughter.

“Apparently it’s hard to tattoo someone when the person that brought them is attached to their face.” Your jaw dropped as you slowly looked from Sam to Dean, who at this point was squealing uncontrollably, back to Sam who was wiping fresh tears from his cheek.

“Excuse me, what was that?”

Sam took a moment to catch his breath, “She may have been staring, but it could have been because of the little show you were putting on. Apparently it got…pretty heated. I’m honestly surprised your tattoo is even finished.” He chuckled again, “How do you not remember that?” You looked back at Dean who was looking at you and shaking his head empathically.

“Sam…is that really important? What else did you find out?”

Sam flipped the laptop open, and began clicking through different tabs, “Well, I started to wonder if it actually was the girl, were there any weird disappearances or anything like that. Turns out that in the past three months, 7 other men have disappeared. There’s been no trace of them, they’re just gone other than a pile of clothes. So that made me wonder, did anything else weird happen around the same time as the disappearances? I mean, if Dean showed up as a…a teacup pig…then maybe these guys reappeared as something else. According to the papers, there have been multiple instances, seven to be exact, where random animals just appeared in strange places. A donkey in the middle of a bar bathroom, a pot bellied pig in a bathroom of a fancy restaurant, a giant python in a nearby hotel, et cetera. There doesn’t seem to be a pattern for what they turn into, it just kind of…happens.”

You looked at Sam with wide eyes, “How did you even put that pattern together? That’s….that’s impressive, Sam.” Dean walked over and jumped on the computer screen, closing it with a snap. You were pretty sure if pigs could roll their eyes, he would have.

Sam looked at Dean and scoffed, “Jealous, jerk?”

You stood up and started pacing back and forth, “What does this mean, though? Who is this girl and why would she do any of this? Why turn them into animals?”

Sam shrugged, “No idea. But I’m going to head to the bar tonight, see if I can find her. The reasonable explanation is a witch, but this is pretty tame so…maybe I can reason with her.” Dean squealed and kicked at Sam’s leg. “I get it Dean. You hate witches.” Sam stood and shrugged his jacket on, “I’m going to the bar. Hopefully she shows up and we can fix whatever…” he waved his hand at Dean, “…whatever this is.” He walked towards the door then turned to look at you, “And maybe try not to spoon each other while I’m gone, huh? It’s just…it’s weird.”

 Sam walked into the bar and waved down the bartender as he settled in at the counter. “You’re back, huh? Hoping to get lucky with that girl, too?” The bartender asked as he slid a beer over to Sam.

Sam smiled, “You could say that.” He took a sip of beer and glanced around the bar, “Does she have a normal time she comes in?”

The bartender shrugged, “It could be anytime now. You really think you can snag that girl? She seems to be pretty picky.”

“I guess we’ll find out.” He took his beer and walked over to the pool tables. It was still pretty early so he had a table to himself. He sat his beer on a nearby table and racked up the balls, then chalked his cue. With no sign of Cecily, he began shooting, not trying all too hard, and kept an eye on the door. An hour passed and he wondered how long he was going to have to wait, or if she’d show up at all. He hoped he hadn’t asked too many questions and scared her off. Just as he glanced up, he saw her. She was pretty, Dean hadn’t been wrong when he’d texted Sam last night, and he couldn’t help but stare. “C’mon, Sam…get it together.” He went back to playing pool, casually looking up at her occasionally as she sat at the bar, sipping drinks as men bought them. Sam finally walked over to where she was sitting and nodded toward the stool next to her. “Do you mind?” She smiled and shook her head. Sam ordered another beer, “Would you like anything?” he asked.

She shook her head, “No thanks, I’m still working on this one.” She seemed to think for a moment, then held out her hand, “My name is Cecily.”

Sam took her hand and smiled, “Nice to meet you. Sam.” They sat silently, each periodically taking a sip of their drinks. Sam took a breath and glanced over at Cecily, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, do you come here often?”

She nodded, “Yea, I’m in here fairly often,” she glanced over at him, “but I don’t remember seeing you in here…I think I’d remember that.”

Sam grinned, a slight blush coloring his dimpled cheeks,“Well, I’m new in town. Still trying to find my way around town.” He jumped as he felt her hand land gently on his thigh, and looked at her with wide eyes.

“Would you like me to show you around?” Sam nodded, and let Cecily take his hand and lead him outside. She quickly pulled him down a side alley, and despite her small stature, had him pressed up against the wall of the bar. Sam looked down at her with an eyebrow raised, and she grinned up at him.

“You seem very nice, Sam. Are you nice?”

Sam shrugged, “I like to think that I am…I guess it depends on who you ask.”

She ran a hand across his chest and let it rest on his arm, “I think that you are. I can usually tell that about a person.” Her hand crept up to his neck and he could feel her fingers running through his hair, “Nice people deserve nice things,” she said as she leaned up towards him. He let her pull his face closer and soon felt her lips against his, moving with his softly but with purpose. He broke away from her and leaned his forehead against hers.

“What do bad people get, Cecily?”

She pushed away from him and looked at him confused, “What do you mean?”

He tilted his head and gave her a gentle smile, “I know what’s going on…I know what you’re doing, Cecily, I just don’t understand why,” he said quietly.

Her soft look turned into a glare, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I don’t like that you’re implying I’ve done something wrong. I thought you were nice, Sam.”

He held his hands up as if surrendering, “I am, and I don’t mean to upset you. It’s just…you got my brother, and I really need you to turn him back.”

She scoffed, “Oh, that. You’re going to have to be more specific, there’s been a few.”

Sam sighed, “A little shorter than me, short hair. Probably had a green jacket and a flannel. He was showing you how to play pool-”

Her eyes narrowed, “Oh, him. He got what he deserved, the pig. You don’t just lead someone on and then go with another girl right in front of them. It’s just rude.”

Sam’s eyes widened, “You turned him into a pig because…because he rejected you?”

She put her hands on her hips and frowned, “He didn’t reject me, everything was fine until he had to go save that other girl. She looked fine, he didn’t have to leave me. He wasn’t very nice about it, either. Like I said, a real pig.”

Sam tried to hold back his laughter as he realized why the animals were so random, “What about the donkey in the bar bathroom, or the python at the hotel?”

She shrugged, “Total jackass. The python guy definitely deserved it, he was a complete snake.” She looked at him for a moment, her features softening, “How did you know it was me?”

Sam shoved his hands in his pockets, “It’s kinda my job-”

“You’re a hunter!” She interrupted him and started to back away, “Hunters have killed people like me! Is that…is that why you’re here? To kill me?” She began looking back and forth as if looking for an exit, and Sam smiled at her again.

“No, I’m not. I mean, if it were up to my brother he might want me to…you did turn him into a pig. But if you promise me that you’ll turn him and everyone else back, I’ll let you walk away. You just gotta quit doing this every time you get upset with someone.”

She sighed, “Okay, fine. But tell your brother maybe he should think about being such an absolute swine next time.”

Sam smiled, “Can do. I have to ask though, what exactly caused him to turn?”

Cecily smiled widely.

 You had dozed off on the bed again and woke to your phone buzzing. Dean was asleep at the end of the bed so you quietly slid off and walked outside, shutting the door behind you.

“Hey, Sam, what’s up?”

“Hey, Y/N. I think the problem is taken care of. I’ll tell you more about it when I get back, but Dean should be turning back any time now. Everything going okay?”

“Yep, we’re all good. You’ll be back soon?”

“I’m on my way now. Do you need anything before I get back?”

“The only thing I need is for us to get out of here.”

Sam laughed, “Same. See you soon.” You sighed in relief. You didn’t really care how Sam did it, you were just happy that he did. You threw the door open and immediately screamed loudly in surprise at the sight of Dean laying sprawled naked on the bed. Your scream startled him awake and he jumped up from the bed, his eyes wide.

“What?! Y/N, what’s wrong?” You gestured wildly at him, as if that was explanation enough. He looked down, then back up at you, a huge grin on his face. “I’m back, baby!” he practically shouted.

“I can see that! Could you maybe, like, cover up or something?” You were trying to avoid looking at him, but if you were being honest with yourself, a naked Winchester was truly a gift you shouldn’t ignore. You made a mental note to thank the witch if you ever saw her.

“Come on, Y/N! I’m not a pig anymore, it’s a cause to celebrate!”

You rolled your eyes, “I wouldn’t go that far, Dean.” You heard a knock on the still open door and turned to find the same manager from before standing in the doorway, looking between you and the still naked Dean.

He took a deep breath, shook his head, and walked away muttering, “I am not paid enough for this.” You looked back at Dean and both of you burst out laughing as Sam walked into the room.

“Dude! Clothes, man!” Dean grinned and disappeared into the bathroom with his duffel bag.

You sat on the bed and leaned back on your hands, “So, what exactly happened anyway?”

Sam sat at the table, and propped his feet on the opposite chair, a grin plastered across his face, “Let’s wait on Dean, it’ll be easier to explain.”

Dean practically skipped out of the bathroom and threw himself down on the bed next to you, “So, what happened, Sammy? Did you get the bitch?”

Sam shook his head, “No, I did not ‘get the bitch’, but I did talk to her. I don’t know what her inspiration was, but she was targeting guys who were…well, they were dicks to her. And apparently she just went with whatever animal they reminded her of.”

Dean made a face, “A pig? What the hell did I do to get turned into a pig?”

Sam nodded towards you, “Apparently your ‘knight in shining armor’ with Y/N made her feel a little less than wanted. She told me to tell you think about acting like such a swine in the future,” he chuckled.

Dean grumbled, “Act like a swine…freakin’ stupid.”

You tilted your head at Sam, “But that doesn’t explain why it happened when it happened. Dean was fine when we left the bar, it didn’t happen until we got here.” Sam looked between the two of you, the glee evident on his face. “Sam!”

“The curse didn’t start until Dean slept with someone.”

Dean’s eyebrows popped up and he looked at you, “Did we…?” You opened your mouth to respond but snapped it shut. Sam was bent over laughing, his hands in his knees.

He slowly stood and walked towards the door, “I’ll just let you two talk that out.” He shut the door behind him, and you looked at Dean, slightly embarrassed.

“So, I guess that was a thing…that…happened.” You glanced over at Dean and saw that he was already looking at you, “What?”

“Do you really not remember last night?”

You looked at him, contemplating what you should say, and then nodded, “I can remember some…although it’s a little blurry.”

He nodded in agreement, “Same,” he replied quietly. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to speak.

Dean broke the silence, “For what it’s worth…I really enjoyed what I remember,” he said as he looked back at you. You nodded, and found yourself staring at his lips, which served  as a reminder of the part of last night you did remember. He leaned toward you, and tilted his head as if he was asking your permission. You nodded slowly, your eyes locked with his, and he closed the distance between you. You were surprised by how gentle he was as he moved his lips against yours, and buried his hand in your hair. He pulled back, his eyes dark, and smiled, “Wanna see if we can jog our memories?”

You smiled back, “Absolutely, Winchester.”

Sam was just going to have to wait.