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(1.8) Bugs: Part two

“A conversation with spider boy”

Pairing: Dean x reader, eventual Sam x reader

Warning(s): Little bit of angst, Sam is a sweetheart, language, mentions of death, smidge of fluff

Summary: Y/N  and the boys head to Oklahoma to investigate a recent spate of insect-related deaths around a new housing development. Y/N opens up about her dark thoughts after the brothers learn about her allergy.

Word count: 4439

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

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The bathroom was right next to the room you were planning on spending the night in, so the running water of the shower should’ve been louder to you. But you couldn’t hear anything over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. It’s not like you could help it, though. Certain things make you nervous, and when you get nervous you tend to have a panic attack. As of right this moment, you were focusing on your breathing while you could hear your own heart beating in your ears. Just by the sound of it, you were able to tell that it was beating pretty fast. Of course, you found yourself focusing less and less on your breathing when thoughts about you and the brothers getting caught by the cops and arrested for breaking into an empty home started swimming around in your mind.

You’ve been arrested before, and it was something you didn’t want happening ever again. Along with bugs, cops made you more nervous than any other supernatural being that was out there. Back in San Francisco, whenever you drove around in the streets, you would do your best to keep yourself at the speed limit whenever you saw a police car around. And you would stay like that for a few miles until you were sure it was safe to go a couple over. You’ve always been a good girl, obeying the laws was something you never planned to stop doing. It was like second nature to you. Now that you were driving around with the Winchester brothers, you were sure to be caught breaking a lot of rules with them.

Your breathing was becoming heavier, jagged even. And you didn’t even realize that tears were now escaping and running down both sides of your face.  

Try thinking happy thoughts, Y/N.  You thought to yourself. This is what Piper taught you the first time you had a panic attack around her.  The sisters aren’t really dead. You’re with them again, and you’re safe. 

It wasn’t working, though.

For some reason, it just made things worse. And before you could stop yourself, you let out a sob that was sure to catch the attention of the younger Winchester, who was just across the hall from the room you were staying in. You sat yourself on the floor and hugged your knees to your chest before you began to rock back and forth. Out of everything in your life, a panic attack is what’s going to kill you. At least, that’s what it felt like. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment just as Sam was starting to make his way into the room to see what was going on with you. Concern flashed along his facial features when he spotted you on the ground. The state you were in was all too familiar to him. Because he, too, had dealt with a panic attack before. And with the knowledge that you have them had him worried.

The man stepped forward, before crouching down to the level you’re at. He muttered out your name in a soft tone of voice, reaching out to take one of your hands into his. This caused you to open up your eyes to finally look in his direction. “You’re having a panic attack?” He asked just to confirm it, when you nodded your head, he gave a small smile. “Okay, I know this is going to sound really lame, but I’ve had panic attacks before. And this has really helped me before. I’m going to list off three things I see around the room and I want you to repeat them. Can you try to do that for me?”

You didn’t really know if you could. Because talking while you were going through something like this was never easy for you to do. But Sam was willing to help you with this, and you knew that you had to try for him. So, you squeezed his hand as hard as you could and nodded your head, earning yet another smile from the man before he pointed towards something just a few feet away, beginning to list things off for you to repeat.

“Duffel bag.” He said, before pointing towards you so that you could repeat the word.

“D-duffel bag..” You stuttered out, watching as he pointed over to your makeshift bed for the night.

“Blanket.”

“Blanket..”

You didn’t think this method would work, but you found your breathing becoming a bit better. But there was still one more thing to be listed off that you needed to repeat for everything to be better again. Sam had you repeat the word  window before having you say all three words a couple of times. After a few moments of doing this, you could feel everything becoming okay again. The very last thing he wanted you to do, was to give his hand a good squeeze to let him know that you were all right. The man wouldn’t have minded if you crushed all of the bones in his hand, as long as you were fine. Because god knows that it’s hard to get a good grip on anything during a panic attack. 

You did what you were told, squeezing it as hard as you could. At first, you thought you weren’t doing much. But the painful expression that slowly came to his face was a clear indication that you were doing exactly as he wanted. A smile stretched across his lips soon after you released his hand. “Atta girl.” He said, you could hear in his voice just how proud he was and you couldn’t help but smile yourself as you watched him take a seat on the floor right next to you. “Now that the panic attack is out of the way, how about you tell me what made it happen in the first place?”

Your lips parted open as you looked over at him, you wanted to tell him what set off this panic attack, but you also felt like he was going to laugh if he found out. You shut your mouth again, and ran your hands over your face. “It’s embarrassing.” You said, chewing on your bottom lip. Sam raised a brow, wondering how exactly it was. “Because I’m scared of so many things when I’ve been dealing with the supernatural for years. You’d think that by now, you’re used to the things that would scare you as a kid.”

“You never get used to it, Y/N.” Sam pointed out. To this day, he still had some fears of his own. “It doesn’t matter if you’re in this life or not, there’s still something you’re going to be afraid of.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just one thing for me.” You admitted to him, “I have multiple fears. Tarantulas and airplanes are just two out of three at the top of my list.”

The younger Winchester raised a brow up in curiosity. “What’s the third one?” He questioned you, but you just remained silent, bringing your knees impossibly closer to your chest as your gaze drifted back down to the ground. Sam couldn’t help but give you a sympathetic look. “Would it help if I told you what I’m afraid of?”

You looked over at him and for a moment, you just stared. You didn’t think that a guy like him could be afraid of anything, but then again, everybody had a fear of something. Even the Halliwell’s, the most powerful witches, had fears. “What are you afraid of?” You asked him.

“This is probably the lamest thing any man could be afraid of,” He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head at what he was about to admit to you. “But I’m afraid of clowns.”

If you were in your younger years, you would be laughing your head off. But you understood exactly how he felt. Little kids were always taught that clowns were good and that they existed to make people laugh on rainy days. And because of the smiles on their faces, they believed it to be true. Of course, they’ll never really understand the darkness some people hold after putting on a costume. “That’s not lame at all, I can’t blame you for being terrified of them.” You said. When he looked back over your way, all it took was a small smile from you to figure out another one of your fears.

“You’re afraid of clowns, too?” He asked. You nodded your head. “How and when did that fear come to life?”

"I had to have been around thirteen or fourteen.. " You trailed off for a moment as you let out a chuckle of your own from what you were about to tell the man. "There was this.. this man dressed up in a clown costume right outside my bedroom window. He had to have been in his forties.. my dad called the cops, and it turned out he was a registered sex offender." You admitted to him. "I wasn't supposed to eavesdrop, but I heard everything that the cop told my dad and I thought what if I hadn't screamed for my parents? I probably wouldn't even be here today."

"But you are." Sam pointed out, reaching his hand out again to take yours. You gave him a small smile when he gave it a gentle squeeze. “You are, and that’s all that matters.”

“It’s kind of ironic, because those cops helped us out. And saved my life.” You said. “But now I’m afraid of them, too. But they’re at the bottom of my list. Thunderstorms and bees come first.”

The younger Winchester was happy that you were opening up about your fears to him. It gave him knowledge of what he might’ve had to keep you safe from in the future, but, and this was after remembering how you said you had many fears, a smile twitched at the ends of his lips. “Wow..” He trailed off for a moment, you raised a brow up, wondering what was wrong. “When you said you were afraid of a lot of things, you weren’t kidding.”

Obviously, you could tell that he was being a tease. But you still gave him a playful shove that had him almost losing his balance as he burst into laughter. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, but even that wasn’t going to be enough to stop the grin that stretched across your face. Tension may be high between you and Dean, but you were sure glad to know that your best friend was there.

~~~

When you started hunting with the brothers, you didn’t realize you were going to be waking up so early in the mornings almost every time you worked a case. You had been woken up by a decent sleep by the younger Winchester, letting you know that there was another death that was announced on the police scanner. You’ve done everything in your power to get yourself to fully wake up and not be so tired for the day to come before you started getting ready as he went to inform his older brother of what he learned.

It took you fifteen minutes to get dressed for the day before the three of you headed to the address Sam had gotten from the scanner. It was pouring rain by the time you had gotten outside and you cursed yourself for not having an umbrella on you, luckily Sam was gracious enough to share his with you.

When Sam pulled the Impala up to the house the death had occurred, you were quick to notice that the body was being wheeled out of the house on a gurney and to the back of a car the corner’s had driven here. You waited for Sam to get out of the passenger side and to open up his umbrella before you got yourself out of the car, immediately taking cover from the rain. You stayed as close as you possibly could to the younger Winchester as the three of you walked up to Larry, who was just finishing up a phone call before he had hung up and turned his attention onto you. He seemed rather shaken up over what had happened not even twenty four hours ago. “Hello, you’re uh.. back early.” He greeted the three of you as he shoved his phone back into his coat pocket.

“Yeah, we were taking a drive through the neighborhood.” Dean said, letting a little white lie roll off his tongue.

“What’s going on?” Sam was quick to ask the man standing in front of you.

Larry pressed his lips together in a thin line as he looked back at the gurney that was now being shoved into the back of the vehicle behind him. It took him a few moments, but he finally spoke. “You guys met, uh, Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?” He questioned, turning his gaze back to you.

You nodded your head at the familiar name. “The realtor.” 

“Well, she, uh, passed away last night.” Larry explained, leaving the three of you taken back by the news as Dean asked what happened. The older man just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, letting you know he didn’t have any of the answers for himself. “I’m still trying to find out. I identified the body for the police. Look, I’m, I’m sorry, this isn’t a good time.” 

Sam nodded his head in understandment, “It’s okay.” 

Larry excused himself from this conversation as he turned around and made his way up to the house again. The three of you waited for a few seconds for him to be out of hearing range before you could discuss the next plan of action. 

“You know what we have to do right?” Dean asked in a hushed tone, bringing his gaze up to you and his brother.

You nodded your head and let out a sigh. “Yeah, get in that house and see if we have a bug problem.” 

~~~

Sirens wailed as a cop car drove away from the house when they decided their work was done here. You and the boys double checked to make sure that the coast was clear before you made your way around to the side of the house to see if there were any open windows that you could crawl through in order to get into the room Lynda had died.

You climbed up the fence after Dean was able to get a grip onto the side of the house. You made the mistake of looking down at the ground because you almost lost your balance, but you were quick to steady yourself before you managed to grip onto the side of the house as well. You climbed up behind the older Winchester with Sam close behind, making sure that you didn’t accidentally lose your footing the whole way until you got up to the roof safely.  

Lucky for you, there was a window right where Dean was waiting for the two of you. He had opened it up and made sure that you got inside first, all before coming in after you. Sam was the last to slide himself into the room before he turned around and shut the window. You looked down at the ground to the outline of where Lynda’s body had ended up on the floor seconds after crashing right through the glass door of the shower. 

“This looks like the place.” You muttered underneath your breath as Dean slowly made his way into the bathroom. You could hear the sound of glass crunching underneath his feet before he crouched down near a towel that was laying on the ground. He lifted it up off of the wooden floor and you flinched back when you could see quite a few dead spiders falling off of it. Dean threw the cloth down and shook off his hands after realizing what he had just touched. 

“Spiders.” He noted, dragging his gaze from the floor and up to his brother. “From spider boy?” 

“Matt.” Sam corrected his brother, before falling silent. He thought to himself for a few moments before finally answering his brother with a, “Maybe.” 

You rolled your eyes at how unsure the younger Winchester seemed to have been. You were growing impatient with how long this case was taking. You hated the fact you had to even deal with bugs, so you just wanted this over with.

~~~

With the knowledge of Matthew still being in school, you and the brothers decided to pull up to the bus stop that was in his neighborhood, where you presumed he got dropped off every day after school and waited for the bus to arrive. It was only a couple of minutes until the bus finally arrived and made a stop to let a couple of the students off so they could go home.

But your gaze was fixated on the boy the three of you were here for; as soon as Matt stepped off of the bus, you furrowed your brows when he crossed in front of it and walked across the street, going down a completely different path than his home.

Something didn’t sit well with you as you spoke up. “Isn’t their house that way?” You questioned, pointing in the direction of the boy’s home. Sam let out a sigh as he muttered out a yeah, confirming your suspicions to be true. “Then where’s he going?” You asked, the curiosity was clear in your voice.

It seemed that the boys were both wondering the same thing as they both stepped out of the car. You followed behind in their actions and shut the car door behind you before following them as they trailed behind Matthew. You found yourself growing rather interested when you and the brothers had followed the boy into the woods. You were just now barely catching up to him just in time to see a grasshopper crawl right onto his hand. You watched with a raised brow as he examined it, like it was the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on.

“Hey Matt.” Sam spoke up as the three of you made your way closer to him. The younger boy immediately turned his attention onto you, a look of fear etched over his facial features. “Remember me?” “What are you doing out here?” Matt questioned the younger Winchester, a bit of hesitance clear in his voice.

You gave him a small smile as you shoved your hands inside of your jacket pocket. “We wanted to talk to you.” You answered his question in a soft tone of voice.

Matthew looked over the three of you with suspicion as realization struck him that you weren’t exactly who you said to be. “You’re not here to buy a house, are you?” He questioned. You inhaled a deep breath as you looked over at the older Winchester, who only shook his head no to answer the young man’s question.  This sent the poor kid into a fright. “W-wait. Are you serial killers?” The three of you couldn’t help but chuckle at his question. 

“No, no.” Sam reassured his wandering mind. “No, I think you’re safe.”

“So, Matt, you sure know a lot about insects.” Dean spoke up, bringing all of your attention back to the reason why you were here. Matt shrugged his shoulders, brushing it off as though it was no big deal as his eyes trailed up to the older man.

“Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?” 

“I heard she died this morning.” Matt said, you furrowed your brows when you noticed there was no hint of emotion in his expression.

“That’s right.” Dean said, explaining to the kid the details of how she passed away. “Spider bites.” 

Sam gave his brother a look from what he was trying to do, as if to let him know to back down before he turned his attention back onto the kid. “Matt, you tried to scare her with a spider.” Sam said, it seemed like he didn’t want to put any blame onto this kid, because maybe it was all just one big coincidence, but he was the only person in the neighborhood with a passion for insects.

You watched as Matt’s face fell into a look of realization from what the younger Winchester was implying. “Wait, you think I had something to do with that?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, “You tell us.”

“That whole thing with the tarantula was a joke.” Matt defended himself from your accusation. For a second, you thought maybe Matt wasn’t behind all of this, but what he said next had you even more curious. “Besides, that wouldn’t explain the bee attack, or the gas company guy.” 

“You know about those?” Sam questioned.

“There’s something going on here.” Matt told all three of you, having no clue of what was happening here himself. “I don’t know what, but something’s happening with the insects. Let me show you something.”

Matt reached over and grabbed his backpack, flinging it over his shoulder before walking past the three of you. You followed him as he began to lead the three of you to a different area in the woods.

“So if you knew about this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?” Sam questioned the boy in front of you, knowing if Matt had mentioned anything, it could save so many lives. “He could clear everyone out.”

But it seemed as though the poor kid already had that plan, only it completely failed. “Believe me, I’ve tried, but Larry doesn’t listen to me.” He explained to you. Deep down, you knew how the kid had felt. A lot of the time, your parents didn’t exactly listen to you when you had something important to tell them. It was almost as if what you would say was invalid. After all, you were just a kid. Sam furrowed his eyebrows at what Matthew had admitted, wondering why. “Mostly? He’s too disappointed in his freak son.” Matt admitted to the pain he had been feeling for a couple of years. You could hear the hurt in voice.

Sam let out a scoff, knowing the feeling all too well. “I hear ya.”

“You do?” Dean questioned his brother. 

Sam turned around to give the older Winchester a look, before deciding to ignore his question as he turned his focus back onto the kid. “How old are you?” He asked.

“Sixteen.” Matt answered.

“Well then don’t sweat it.” Sam said, deciding to give the kid a little heads up for what is about to come in the future. “Because in 2 years something great is gonna happen. College. You’ll be able to get out of the house and away from your dad.”

“What kind of advice is that?” Dean asked his little brother. You hadn’t been around their whole lives, but you could tell that they were both referring to their own family “Kid should stick with his family.” 

All four of you stopped in your tracks as Sam turned to give his brother a look from what he had said. You could tell that Dean was a bit disappointed with what his little brother was trying to say, but he kept quiet to himself as Sam turned back to ask Matt a question. “How much further?” 

“We’re close.” The brothers faced each other one more time and your eyes jumped in between the both of them, watching as they exchanged glares with one another. It was only for a few seconds before Sam turned back around and followed behind the younger boy. 

You looked back at the older Winchester, a concerned expression plastered on your face when you saw the look on his own. But you didn’t stop to talk to him about it, you just began following behind the others again.

It took a few more minutes of walking throughout the woods until the four of you eventually found yourselves in a large clearing. You all stopped so you could take a look around at the trees surrounding you. The only sounds that you could make out over the sounds of your own breathing were the insects. You found it rather interesting how loud they seemed to be.

After a few moments of silence, Matt finally turned to you and the brothers to explain to you what we were here for. “I’ve been keeping track of insect populations.” He said, his lips curled into a small smile from what he was about to say next. “It’s, um, part of an AP science project.” 

“You two are like peas in a pod.” Dean muttered a remark directly to his brother, which earned him a look of disapproval from you.

Meanwhile, Sam ignored the older Winchester as he kept his attention on Matt. “What’s been happening?” He questioned.

“Well, a lot.” Matt admitted, “I mean, from bees to earthworms, uh, beetles. You name it. They’re congregating here.”

“Why?” Dean wondered.

Matt shrugged his shoulders. “No idea.” 

While the boys were communicating, your attention was on what looked to be a raised patch of grass. “What’s that?” You couldn’t help but ask with curiosity in your voice as you turned to look back over at the brothers. But it seemed as though neither of them had a clue as Dean started heading over to it. You followed behind and you soon found yourself cringing when you noticed almost a dozen worms slithering around into the soil.

Dean couldn’t help but to lightly tap his foot onto it, raising all of your suspicions when it created a sinkhole. Beginning to grow curious himself, he crouched down to take a closer look, before looking over to his right when he could see from the corner of his eye a stick laying a few inches away from him. He picked it up off of the ground, making sure that there weren’t any insects crawling around on it before he stuck it deep into the hole he had created to see if there was anything he could find. 

“There’s something down there.” Dean finally spoke up to the three of you after he felt the stick tapping against something hard. He tossed the stick to the side and you had to look away when he reached his hand into the dirt. He groaned in disgust when he felt a few of the worms touch his skin but that wasn’t even the worst part of it when he finally pulled out a human skull. Of course things had to get weirder.

~~~

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