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Reader x supernatural Chpt. 27- Trouble with Vines

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Over the next hour, you explained to them what you had found- the woman from before hadn’t actually died from her wounds on the spot but rather spent hours bleeding out in the park and on the same day, in the same park, a middle aged man had died of a heart attack. You reasoned that the woman had been stabbed and the man had witnessed it and, being in poor health, had died from the shock.

Sam and Dean both nodded along until you finished and then Sam asked, “So where is he buried?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “You aren’t going to like it.”

“I don’t care, just tell us so we can gank it and go,” Dean growled, frustrated that this case wasn’t over.

“He’s buried in his family’s mausoleum, under the cemetery.”

They both groaned, there was never much space in those things and being underground was always nerve wracking. You looked out the window, “Maybe we should wait until tomorrow- it’s already almost dark out.”

Sam shook his head, some orange hair falling in his face, “Someone else might die while we sit around. We go now.”

You and Dean groaned again even though you knew he was right. You all started to get ready and were about to walk out the door when Sam stopped and turned to you, glancing at where you had been wounded the night before, “Are you sure you don’t want to sit this one out, (F/n)?”

You sighed and yanked the bottom of your shirt up to show him that the wound was practically gone, “I’m good Sam. Let’s go.”

You shoved past him and made your way to the Impala, calling over your shoulder, “You two coming or not?”

Dean chuckled, pushing past his brother to follow you, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

Sam shut the door and followed him, “You’re telling me.”

The mausoleum was exactly as you feared- cramped, tiny, dank, and dark- but on the bright side you didn’t actually have to do any digging, so you and Sam stood watch again while Dean searched for the right coffin. As soon as he laid a finger on it all hell broke loose, the ghost manifesting itself to throw you and Sam against the wall before making for Dean. Sam had been knocked unconscious from the throw and the ghost let him fall, slumped, to the ground and Dean shoved the coffin lid off and dumped as much salt as he could over the body before the shooting a rock salt round at the ghost. It reappeared quickly to continue its advance on Dean, pushing him further back into the under ground cavern.

You couldn’t move your body and your heart was starting to race much to fast to be safe. Thinking quickly, you grew some vines and found you could move them freely and looked to where Dean and the Ghost were still tussling. You could see that Dean’s breathing was unsteady as the ghost pushed its own fate upon him. You extended your vines to wrap around the gasoline can and tipped it in to the coffin clumsily- you never really used your vines to actually do things and you were regretting it now. The ghost didn’t notice and you searched for the lighter you knew Dean had set nearby, the pain in your chest building, and then you felt it. You focused as hard as you could on using it like you would with your hands and managed to get it lit only to have the end of your vine catch fire.

You hissed with pain, dropping the lighter, and ghost turned on you, throwing various things in the crypt at you so it didn’t have to leave Dean. The pain from you burning vine was even more unbearable than your faltering heart but you shoved it in the coffin. The whole thing went up in flames just as the ghost managed to slice your vine in half with Sam’s knife. You shrieked as you slid to the ground, what was left of your vine retreating back into your arm. Sam groaned, pulled out of his unconsciousness by the piercing noise, and Dean came to your side, still breathing heavily. You curled up in the fetal position around your arm, violently shaking and whimpering. Dean ignored Sam, who seemed to be fine now, and frantically hovered over you, “(F/N), what’s wrong?”

You barely managed to get out a shaky response, “I-it hurts s-so much…p-pain… m-m-my armmm.”  

Sam reached out to touch you and you gave a little shriek, pulling away- though the pain was centered on your arm every inch of you hurt- and he tried to stay calm, softly demanding, “Show us. We need to know what were dealing with.”

Wincing, you slowly sat yourself up and then carefully uncurled your arm from its place against your breast, revealing a small crater on the outer edge of your forearm that went to the bone and was oozing both blood and a sticky looking green substance. Both brothers gasped slightly, before Dean pulled off his outer shirt, wrapped it around the wound carefully, and then scooped you up, “There’s no way we can take her to a hospital with that gunk leaking out of it. We have to get her to Bobby’s.”

Sam agreed and followed Dean to the Impala, Dean letting Sam drive so he could continue to hold you, cradling you in his lap. You took a few couple of deep breaths with great difficultly to try andstop yourself from hyperventilating and then leaned your head on Dean’s chest. You were pale and sweating, tremors of pain still coursing through your body, and he was worried that they were going to lose you. That he was going to lose you. You were just as much family to him as Bobby and Sam and the thought of you dying scared him to death. 
I finally figured out how I want to continue this though still not with who... I keep bouncing between Sam and Dean. Also I've decided to end this right around when Dean goes to Hell and then to write a sequel starting up when you meet up with them later... which may have a different romantic interest or at least romantic conflict... we shall see

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acklespadalecki711's avatar
Wait so she grows vines from her arms... I thought they came from the ground