Reader x supernatural Chpt. 33- I'm Back, Baby.

You wanted to go to Dean, to help him find Sam but he insisted you stay put and help by keeping an eye out and making some phone calls to other hunters. You gritted your teeth as you managed to choke out an okay before hanging up. Bobby was out helping Rufus with something, leaving you at home to man the phones, and god were you bored. Sighing, you flopped down in chair at the kitchen table and rested your head on its surface. You wanted to help but it seemed no one would let you after the scare with your vine wound.

You tried Dean later to check up but no one answered, which you thought was weird, so you texted him a 911 hoping he was just busy and would get back to you soon. When Bobby got home you told him what was going on and he just nodded, taking in the information and then going to his desk to think it over. You sighed, “I’m going out to work on my bike, just yell if you need anything.”

You didn’t turn on your music, instead opting to enjoy the silence for a bit, so when your phone rang you jumped before quickly answering it. Before you could even say hello, Dean’s voice started pouring through the phone and it slipped from your hands as you sprinted into the house.

“Bobby! Dean called Sam’s-” you yelled, skidding to a stop when you entered the living room to find an unconscious Sam tied to a chair as your father finished for you, “Possessed. Yeah. Kinda figured that out already, hun.”

You sighed, looking over your friend for a moment, and then rubbed your temple, “I’ll go fix the phone line. Dean should be here in a minute.”

“Keep sharp, (F/n),” Bobby worried in a stern tone and you waved a dismissive hand, “Yeah. Yeah. Be back in a minute.”

Just as you round the corner of the house again, phone line fixed, the Impala slammed to a stop in the driveway and Dean tumbled out, “(F/n)? Sam is-“

“He’s inside, Dean. Bobby’s a paranoid old man but sometimes it pays off.”

He followed you up the steps, too worried about Sam to even look you over properly, and you waved a hand in the direction of the living room as Bobby called for you to bring him some things. When you returned with what he’d requested, Sam was awake and Bobby was reading the exorcism incantation while Dean seethed at the seemingly unaffected demon.  

It went quiet for a moment when the demon, laughed, “I don’t give a rat’s ass about the master plan,” and then fixed you with a smirk, “But I know some people who are going very interested in the newest addition to your little family.”

“I’m not afraid of them or you. Now get the fuck out of Sam’s body,” you growled in response, not even a hint of fear in your face, and the demon laughed, “Such spirit. I can’t wait to see it broken.”

The demon started incanting something and you exchanged a worried glance with Bobby when the fire swelled but then you spied a mark on Sam’s wrist, “A binding spell.”

You didn’t have any time to act on your discovery before the ceiling cracked and the devil’s trap was broken, allowing the demon in Sam to throw all three of you against different walls. You could only watch as it battered Dean, revealing itself to be some demon named Meg that they had history with as it wailed on him physically and emotionally. A relatively smart demon, you noted, since it had only thrown Bobby and Dean against the wall where you were still pinned with your feet dangling high above the floor.

You could hear a detrimental clicking noise as she crushed Dean’s shoulder, which you assumed was already in bad shape from some earlier events, and tried to come up with a way to intervene. You threw out some vines in an attempt to either distract her or pull her off, anything at this point would help, but before they could grow more than a few feet they too were pinned to the wall.

Meg’s gaze snapped to you for a moment as she tossed you a wicked grin, “Now, now, none of that, you freak bitch. You’ll get your turn in just a minute.”

You let out a snarl that sounded more canine than human, distracting her enough for Bobby to creep up behind her and break the binding spell with a hot poker. Meg was quick to leave Sam’s body and you slid to the floor with a finalizing thud, ruffling your hand through your hair with an annoyed sigh while Bobby looked over the two brothers on the floor.

“First stop when we leave here is a tattoo parlor to get you two idjits anti-possession tattoos,” you huffed, breaking the silence and Bobby just nodded in agreement. You shoved yourself up off the floor only long enough to move over to Sam and Dean and fall to your knees again.

“(F/n)… Don’t,” Bobby tried but you shook your head, “I’ve been cooped up for damn near a month. What I take away will only take a day or so to heal.”

Dean blinked up at you, “Wait… What? (F/n), what are you talk-“

He trailed off when your hands started to glow with an almost blinding purple aura, his eyes flicking up to your face to find a pair of lavender eyes looking down at him as Sam stuttered, “Y-You don’t h-have to (F/n). W-We can handle i-it on our own.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “I want to, you dolt. The faster you two heal the faster we can get back on the road.”

Before either of them could protest further, you wrapped your hand around the red mark on Sam’s wrist, only having to stay for a few seconds before pulling away to show smooth unmarred skin. Dean squirmed away when you reached for him and you chuckled, “Don’t worry, lover boy. I won’t take it all away. You’ll still have some nice scars to brag about.”

You quickly caught his forearm and closed your eyes to focus on healing the worst of it before he could yank away. Dean froze when your hand wrapped around his arm, your touch sending a shockwave over his skin. The sensation was like a slow cold burn that slowly spread through his veins before it turning in to a warm tingling sensation. It wasn’t all together unpleasant.

His eyes snapped open when you pulled away and he wondered for a moment when he’d closed them as you chirped, “See that wasn't so bad, was it, Romeo?”

You hopped up and offered them each a hand while Bobby eyed you and once the Winchesters were on their feet they did the same. It was like some macabre science fiction movie. The injuries that had just been on their skin rapidly formed, stage by stage, on yours like watching a time lapse. That wasn’t even the oddest part. Some of the smaller things like bruises and small cuts formed only to go straight into the process on rewind, appearing only to disappear a moment later.

You chuckled softly at their flabbergasted faces, “Neat, ain’t it?”

“Neat?” Dean exclaimed, pulling a face of disbelief, “Are you kidding me? That’s disgusting yet so freaking cool!”

You shook your head, moving towards the kitchen as Bobby clapped him on the shoulder at let out a low laugh but Sam moved to follow you with a deep frown, “I’m not saying it isn’t interesting but you’re still hurt, (F/n).”

“Eh. It’s not that bad. Should be gone by tomorrow. One of the benefits of sitting around on my ass all day with nothing to do,” you shrugged and then tossed the two of them a smirk, “You boys ready to have me back along?”

“Hell yeah,” Dean chuckled, reaching forward to ruffle your hair, and Sam added, “Of course.”

“Thank God,” Bobby sighed with relief and the three of you laughed.

It was good to be back.