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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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(1.8) Bugs: Part one

“It’s a bug problem”

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, there’s a fucking Tarantula in this part

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: 6357

Previous part || Supernatural rewrite S01 masterlist

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Sam Winchester sat on the hood of the Impala outside of a bar in Oklahoma, reading over the newspaper he had picked up at a gas station a few miles from here. While his older brother went in to earn some cash by hustling, he was looking for anything that could possibly be strange enough to look into as a case. During the free time, he eventually came across an article about the death of a man that had to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was a part of the construction crew, and his coworker had found him in a ditch with his brain completely gone.

With his lips parting open, the younger Winchester looked back and into the Impala as if he were about ready to say something about the possible case to you. You were always the second opinion when it came down to certain things like this. Because if it were the both of you saying that this looks enough to be your kind of thing, Dean would be convinced. Unfortunately, you were asleep in the backseat with your head leaning gently against the window he rolled up for you and the jacket he had taken off of himself to wrap around your body.

It nearly slipped his mind that you fell asleep almost half an hour ago, but he had done these things with the knowledge that it was pretty chilly outside, and with it being a bar, he also knew how loud it was going to be for you. He was especially thankful that he had rolled your window up when someone had gotten onto their motorcycle and drove away, their engine revving as loud as it could as they did. This had to have been the first time you’ve slept so peacefully, and he didn’t want it ruined by some jackass on a motorbike.

Okay, well. Maybe he wasn’t a jackass. Nobody can control how loud their engine is.

Sam shook his head, letting out a soft sigh as he brought his attention back onto the newspaper. But it was only for a split second until he saw out of the corner of his eye that his brother was coming back out of the building with a huge wad of cash in his hand, waving it around with a proud expression on his face from the amount he had earned. And the younger man took this as an opportunity to give the man a little piece of advice. “You know, we could get day jobs once in a while.” He said.

“Hunting’s our day job.” Dean reminded his brother. “And the pay is crap.”

“Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams?” The younger Winchester listed off the things that didn’t sit well with him. “It’s not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.”

“Well, let’s see, honest.” Sam watched as Dean held out his left hand, “Fun and easy.” The hand with the wad of cash was held out and as if it was a scale, he made a gesture that indicated taking it easy outweighed honesty. “It’s no contest. Besides, we’re good at it. It’s what we were raised to do.”

“Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked.” Sam remarked.

Dean dropped his gaze down to the cash he had earned and began to count how much of it there was. “Yeah, says you.” He muttered underneath his breath, keeping his focus solely on the cash for a few moments, before looking up and allowing his gaze trail over onto you to see your sleeping body. “Have I really been gone that long?”

Sam followed his brother’s gaze, finding his own landing right back onto you, and he knew exactly what the older man was talking about. “Yeah, you have.” He muttered, before looking back at Dean. He could see the way his brows furrowed as he kept his eyes trained on you, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the jacket that was laid on top of you.

Looking back at his little brother, he arched a brow up in curiosity. “Did you give her your jacket?”

“Yeah, and?” Sam was quick to give him a reply with another question, his tone a bit snippy. “It’s chilly out, she looked cold, and you were inside. I had to keep her warm somehow.” Dean gave the younger man a glare from the snarky attitude, but Sam paid no attention as he pushed himself off of the hood of the car and made his way around to the front. “Anyways, I think I found something; Oasis Plains, Oklahoma- not far from here.” He placed the newspaper down onto the hood of the Impala as he began to read off of the article he was skimming through, giving his older brother the information he had found. “A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob.”

Dean’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Huh?”

Sam rolled his eyes at the lack of knowledge he had for certain things. “Human mad cow disease.” He explained.

“Mad cow.” Dean repeated, muttering the two words underneath his breath. Sam watched as he placed his hands down onto the hood of the Impala, his forehead crinkling as he asked, “Wasn’t that on Oprah?”

That came as a shock to the younger man. “You watch Oprah?” He asked as his right brow arched up in curiosity.

A look of embarrassment filled Dean’s face as he licked his lips, hating the fact that he had just admitted his biggest secret. “So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?” He questioned, bringing the topic back to the case.

“Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear.” Sam explained to him, before bringing on the strange occurrence with the victim that had just recently suffered from it. “But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less.”

Dean shuddered at the thought. “Okay, that’s weird.”

“Yeah.” Sam had to agree on that one as he nodded his head to his brother’s comment. “Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin’ much nastier.” He theorized.

Dean pursed his lips as he nodded his head, now understanding that there was serious work to be done. “All right. Oklahoma.” He clapped his hands together as he headed to the driver’s seat, ready to get this case started. Sam went over to his usual seat in the car. “Man. Work, work, work. No time to spend my money.” Dean commented, sounding rather disappointed as he opened up the car, slipping himself inside.

Sam followed in suit and the engine roared to life before the Impala began to move. As the bar was beginning to become nothing but a small spec in the mirror, the younger Winchester turned his head to the backseat, taking notice that you were still asleep. He almost wanted to wake you up to let you know about the case ahead, but after hearing the soft sound of your snores, he decided against it.

~~~

You didn’t know what was going on the following morning when you had woken up, but Sam had filled you in on what was going on and where exactly you were headed. After hearing about it, you had made the bold suggestion of going to speak to Dustin’s partner, knowing it could lead to some answers you need. And you were happy to have the brothers agree. You were pulling up just outside of the gas and power company he and his partner worked and you could immediately see a man about to slip into his vehicle. You noted that it might have been your guy.

The three of you slipped out of the Impala and you followed the boys as Sam asked if he was Travis Weaver. And sure enough, he had confirmed that he was the man you were looking for. But it seemed that Dean still wasn’t too sure it was him. “Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?” He asked, slipping out a little white lie that couldn’t hurt anybody.

Travis’s face scrunched up in confusion as he looked over the three of you, “Dustin never mentioned nephews. Or.. a niece.” He said, bringing his gaze over to you.

You could feel yourself becoming flustered, hoping what came out of your mouth wouldn’t screw your covers up. “I’m not really a niece..” You let out a nervous chuckle, “I’m this guy's girlfriend.” You said, nudging Dean’s side with your elbow, watching from the corner of your eye as his lips stretched into a small smile. But you knew that it wasn’t real. “But uh.. he sure did mention you. He said you were the greatest.”

A smile slowly stretched across the man’s lips at what he had heard as the brothers mumbled out a yeah, happy to know his partner had admired him. “Oh, he did? Huh.”

“Listen, we wanted to ask you…” Dean jumped back into the conversation, putting his attention onto Dustin’s death. “What exactly happened out there?”

“I’m not sure.” Travis admitted. “He fell in a sinkhole, I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh.. by the time I got back…” He paused for a moment, leaving you to push further, asking him what he had seen as your brow raised up in curiosity. Travis swallowed thickly from the image that would be scarred in the back of his mind for a long time. He shook his head. “Nothin’. Just Dustin.”

“No wounds or anything?” Sam asked.

“Well, he was bleeding… from his eyes and his ears, his nose.” Travis said, shrugging his shoulders at what all seemed to be nothing more. “But that’s it.”

“So you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?” You asked, finding yourself wanting to know more. You felt bad for continuing to throw more questions at him. But the more you know, the better.

Travis couldn’t help himself but to shake his head no and shrug his shoulders once more. “I don’t know.” He said. “That’s what the doctors are sayin’.”

“But if it was, he would’ve acted strange beforehand, like dementia, loss of motor control.” Sam listed off things that could hopefully come to Travis’s mind, seeing if his partner had suffered through any of it. “You ever notice anything like that.”

“No. No way.” Was the answer you were dreading to hear, before he asked a question of his own. “But then again, if it wasn’t some disease, what the hell was it?”

“That’s a good question.” You said, shaking your head as you continued on. “Can you tell us where this happened?” You asked, knowing that maybe you could get the answers you were all looking for where his death was. You watched as he nodded his head, mumbling out a simple yeah before giving you the address to this place.

~~~

It took a little under an hour to get to where everything had gone down, thanks to the address Travis had given you and the brothers. You had pulled over across the street from where Dustin and Travis have been working on for a couple of months before the three of you all got out of the Impala and headed over to the construction site, and the sinkhole where Dustin had fallen into, which was surrounded by police tape.

“Huh.” Dean couldn’t help but comment on this whole situation, asking you and his brother for your opinions on the matter. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said, bringing his knowledge on the disease into the matter. “But if that guy, Travis, was right, it happened pretty damn fast.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” You remarked, letting out a slight scoff as the three of you ducked down underneath the caution tape to take a good look into the hole. You brought out your flashlight, switching it on and shining it down the dark sinkhole, hoping to find whatever was down there as a question came to your mind. “So, what? Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?” You asked, still not understanding of the disease Sam had explained to you and Dean almost a thousand times.

“No, there’d be an entry wound.” Sam explained the gruesome details. “Sounds like this thing worked from the inside.”

Dean switched on his own flashlight and shined it down into the sinkhole, seeming to get the crazy idea of going down there. “Huh. Looks like there’s only room for one.” He pointed out the obvious fact, switching off his flashlight and shoving it back inside of his jacket pocket. “You wanna flip a coin?” He asked.

You watched as he ducked underneath the caution tape once more to get to the coil of rope that Travis seemed to have left after the tragic event he had witnessed. You stood up, brushing the dirt off of your pants before crossing your arms over your chest, letting out a sigh at how idiotic he was being at this moment. “Dean, we have no idea what’s down there.” You reminded the man, worry coursing through your body of what could happen.

But Dean didn’t listen, he still picked up the rope and headed back over to you with it held tight in his hands. “All right, I’ll go if you guys are scared.” He said, before looking up at the both of you. “Are you scared?”

“Flip the damn coin.” Sam remarked, knowing his brother was only challenging him.

Letting out a chuckle, you watched as Dean grabbed a coin from his jacket pocket. “All right, call it in the air.. chicken.” He teased his little brother, which earned an eye roll from the younger man. You watched as Dean used his thumb to flip the coin into the air, but before it could land, Sam caught it in midair.

You raised a brow, wondering what the hell he was doing.

“I’m going.”

“I said I’d go.” Dean argued.

“I’m going.” Sam repeated.

Dean shrugged his shoulders, knowing there was no fighting his brother on this. “All right.”

With that put out there, Sam took the rope and began to tie it around his waist. But before he went down into the hole, he decided to give his brother a warning. “Don’t drop me.”

Even if he did, I’d push him in, you couldn’t stop the thought from popping up in your mind.

~~~

It didn’t take very long for Sam to call up to you and Dean to let you know he was ready to be pulled back up. You thought maybe he had found something interesting that had caught his eye while he was down there, but what left you disappointed was when he showed you a dead beetle as he told you and his brother there were a few more down in that hole. Now, you were sitting in the backseat of the Impala that was speeding down the black top, resting your head between the two front seats as Sam rolled the beetle around in the palm of his hand. You shuddered at the fact he was touching it.

“So you found some beetles. In a hole, in the ground.“ Dean broke off the silence that seemed to have fallen between you as he kept his attention on the road ahead.

Sam tore his gaze away from the insect and brought it over to his brother. “There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there.” He explained to you the disappointment of his findings before observing over the beetle once more. “Y’know, some beetles do eat meat. Now, it’s usually dead meat, but-”

“How many did you find down there?” Dean cut his brother off to ask him a question.

"Ten.” Sam answered his brother as he pressed his finger right against his hand near where the beetle was.

You were doubtful at the answer Dean was being given. “It’d take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude’s brain.”

“Well, maybe there were more.” Sam said, turning his head to look back at you.

Dean wasn‘t buying into any of it, though. “I don’t know, it sounds like a stretch to me.”

“Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before.” Sam listed what might possibly help the three of you with this. But you and Dean kept silent as you tried your hardest to look back on any of the newspaper articles you’ve read. The older Winchester, though, seemed to have had his eye on something right across the road. "What?” Sam questioned.

You lifted your head up a bit more and followed Dean’s line of vision to several red balloons. It seemed like you had just passed a sign for an open house, which meant free food and that was something the older brother couldn’t pass up.

“I know a good place to start.” Dean finally spoke up as he read over a sign that passed by, Models Open. New Buyers’ BBQ Today! “I’m kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how ‘bout you two?” Dean suggested, but you and Sam just gave him looks of disapproval, to which he responded. “What, we can’t talk to the locals?”

“And the free food’s got nothin’ to do with it?” Sam asked in a curious tone of voice. It was clear he was trying to hide his amusement as he shook his head.

“Of course not. I’m a professional.” Dean said, your lips curled into a small smile as Sam muttered out a right. And in just a few seconds, Dean was pulling over a couple of feet away from where the balloons were. You let out a sigh and stepped out of the car, walking down the street with the brothers as Dean spoke up. “Growin’ up in a place like this would freak me out.”

“Why?” Sam questioned.

“Well, manicured lawns, “How was your day, honey?” I’d blow my brains out.” Dean let out a scoff as he gestured to the lawns.

“There’s nothing wrong with “normal”.” Sam told him.

“I’d take our families over normal any day.” Dean replied, not even pausing for a moment to think about it.

You listened as the two of them talked about this. Sam was right, you were telling yourself. There is nothing wrong with living a normal life. You knew because for a while, you were living a normal life. Aside from the fact you were adopted, you still went camping with your parents, you had birthday parties where you had been able to invite your friends, you got your driver’s license at a normal age and you even went to college.

When you were with the Halliwells, you still considered yourself normal. Although there were countless demons showing up to the manor, you were still able to get a job and you were able to live in a house and call two of your favorite little boys your nephews. Now, you’re constantly on the road, chasing after the Supernatural and sleeping around in different motel rooms.

You wouldn’t mind having a normal life again, one where the three of you didn’t have to deal with the Supernatural. You wanted to find a house, possibly one you all could share.  This weighed heavy on your mind as the three of you got up to the door. Dean knocked on it and the three of you waited for a few seconds until a man dressed up in a fancy suit and had graying hair answered the door.

“Welcome.” He greeted you with a smile on his face.

“This the barbeque?” Dean asked, after all three of you had returned the gesture.

“Yeah, not the best weather, but…” The man trailed out as he reached over to shake Dean’s hand. “I’m Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are… ?”

“Dean.” The older Winchester introduced the three of you. “This is Sam, and that’s Y/N.”

Larry had just finished shaking Sam’s hand as he went to shake yours, you gave him a small smile as he did so before he dropped his arm to his side. “Sam, Dean, Y/N, good to meet you. So, you are interested in Oasis Plains?”

“Yes, sir.” Dean answered with a grin.

“Let me just say- we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.” What Larry had said left you struggling to keep yourself from laughing as Sam and Dean slowly realized what the developer meant. You certainly understood why he’d think the three of you were in a relationship, but you couldn’t help finding it funny that he thought the brothers were together.

“We’re brothers.” Dean clarified, pointing over at Sam with his thumb before gesturing over to you. You forced yourself not to let your eyes widen at the little white lie he slipped out of his mouth. "I’m actually uh.. engaged to Y/N.”

Larry grew embarrassed when the older Winchester had corrected him of his mistake. You cleared your throat and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, speaking up to keep the awkwardness back. “We’re looking for a place to buy.”

“Great, great. Congratulations! Come on in.” Larry said with a smile, grateful for the change of subject. He stepped aside to let you all in before leading you all the way to the backyard. You were quick to notice that there were other people out here, too. But they were too busy chattering to even notice you.

“You said you were the developer?” Sam asked once you had stepped outside.

“Eighteen months ago, I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels." Larry explained as you looked around the place, you were immediately feeling out of place when you realized everyone here was dressed up all nice while you and the brothers were wearing casual clothing. “And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We’re the first family in Oasis Plains.'' You and the brothers followed the man over to a blonde woman that was dressed in a pink button up and a black and white pattern skirt. You watched as he placed a hand on her lower back as he introduced her to the three of you. “This is my wife, Joanie.” Names, handshakes and smiles were exchanged before Larry continued talking to her again before he had to take off someplace else. “Tell them how much you love the place, honey. And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses.”

“Right.” Joanie agreed with a grin as she brought her gaze back to the three of you. You gave her another small smile.

“Will you three excuse me?” Larry excused himself from the group, giving you another smile before moving his way around all of you and heading off into another direction.

His wife seemed just as welcoming as he was. “Don’t let his salesman routine scare you.” She said, her smile still plastered onto her face. “This really is a great place to live.”

Out of nowhere, another woman with dark hair neatly pulled into a tight bun joined into the conversation. You didn’t know why, but her energy overwhelmed you as she introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Lynda Bloom, head of sales.”

“And Lynda was second to move in.” Joanie said, although she kept smiling, the tone she was using was giving you a different message. “She’s a very noisy neighbor, though.” She added on, before leaving the three of you alone with Lynda.

The woman in front of you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “She’s kidding, of course. I take it you are interested in becoming homeowners.”

“Well…” Dean started to speak, but couldn’t find the right words to say.

“We- well… They…” You stuttered.

“Y-yeah, well…” Sam continued.

“Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or… sexual orientation.” Lynda had said the exact same thing Larry had a few minutes ago.

“Right.” Dean let out a chuckle, you bit your lip as he found himself giving up in telling people he and his brother were not dating, and that this wasn’t a three way relation.. “Um… I’m gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey?” His last words were directed at Sam.

You didn’t really see what happened next, but the older Winchester started walking away back towards the house. You watched as Sam turned his head to look over his shoulder, only when he turned back to face you and Lynda did you realize what had been done. From the awkward smile that stretched across his lips, you knew that his brother had smacked him on the ass just for show. He wasn’t going to bother continuously telling people that he and his little brother weren’t in a relationship.

~~~

At this point in time, you were beginning to wish that you had gone into the house with Dean to talk to Larry. As Lynda continued telling you and the younger Winchester about how great the houses were, you found yourself growing annoyed with each passing second. She might’ve not been noisy, but she sure was a talkative person. At first, you were invested in what she was trying to sell you and Sam, everything about the homes in this neighborhood sounded amazing and if you weren’t a hunter of the supernatural, you’d actually think about looking into buying one.

But you eventually tuned her out when she started going on about the steam showers. Not to be rude or anything, you were far from wanting to do it just because. But it was due to the fact that you had caught a glimpse of something moving around on the table. And when you looked down, you froze up at the sight of a tarantula slowly crawling towards her hand. Out of fear, you reached a hand up to the younger Winchester’s arm, your fingers grasping into the sleeve of his jacket. You hated spiders more than anything, and though it might’ve not been on you, just the sight of it sent chills down your spine and goosebumps all along the skin of your arms.

It seemed Sam had taken notice of it, too. But that wasn’t all he noticed. Unlike you, he had trailed his eyes up behind Lynda to see a young, teenage boy letting out a laugh as he watched what was happening. Right after you had clung onto him, he gave the lady a warm smile, telling her to excuse the two of you for a moment so that she would move away before the giant spider could each touch her skin. What he had done next, you considered it bravery. Of course, you still didn’t like it.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You asked him as he stepped forward to the Tarantula, bringing his hand down to gather it into his palm. He glanced over his shoulder to raise a brow up at you. “It’s a giant spider!” You quietly hissed at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to pick it up.”

“Wait a minute- are you afraid of spiders, Y/N?” He questioned you. You’ve dealt with much scarier things, you had to get rid of ghosts, dealt with an exorcism and even got captured by a wendigo. But what terrified you the most were bugs, especially the ones that had eight legs. You couldn’t help shuddering at the way it crawled onto his hand.

“It’s so hairy, and it has eight legs.” You pointed out. “How does that not feel weird to you?”

“Shortcake, it just tickles.” He said. “What are you so afraid of?”

You didn’t answer his question right away, mainly because you didn’t hear it as you were too busy focusing on the nickname he had called you. You haven’t heard him call you that since high school, when he realized he was just a bit taller than you. Not to mention, strawberries were your go to fruit. You always brought your lunch for school from home, and in your lunch bag consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a gatorade and a bag of strawberries with a small tub of whipped cream. He was sitting with you for the first time in the cafeteria after the two of you had gotten closer, and that’s when he had come up with your nickname.

With so much time being passed, you thought he had forgotten all about it, but he didn’t. And that made you, and for some reason, your heart, happy.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him gently nudge you with his elbow, making sure to keep the tarantula away from you. You looked up at him with a blank expression on your face, your brow arched up. “What?” You asked him. He playfully rolled his eyes before repeating his question, what were you so afraid of. “I guess I’m just afraid that it’ll bite me. I’ve always been told that tarantulas can be poisonous.”

“Wild ones can be, but little guys like these won’t do much damage to you.” He explained. But even though he was trying to calm your nerves about spiders, you were still terrified of how it looked. You had to look away once the two of you reached the teenaged boy, who you now noticed was rather pleased about what had gone down. “Is this yours?”

The kid looked defeated after realizing he was caught, as his hand reached out to take his pet back from the younger Winchester. But he wasn’t afraid of either of you getting angry at him, he was more afraid of his father and what sort of punishment the man could potentially bring him. “Are you gonna tell my dad?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said, not knowing who this kid was talking about. “Who’s your dad?”

The kid let out a scoff from what he was hearing, as if he should’ve known better. And you snapped your gaze towards him from what he said next. “Larry usually skips me in the family introductions.”

“Ouch.” You said, surprised by what the kid had just called his dad. For him to do something like that, they must have a pretty tough patch in their relationship that just can’t be fixed. “First-name basis with the old man sounds pretty grim.”

Of course, you couldn’t judge him for what he did. Because you’ve done it, too. When you first found out you were adopted, you freaked out. You yelled at your parents, told them how much you hated them for keeping it a secret from you. And your dad made the mistake of telling you to calm down. You had called him by his first name, and that was the moment everything had gone down south. You still felt guilty to this day, especially after remembering how you watched as the look in his eyes turned into a heartbroken one, and you didn’t care.

“Well, I’m not exactly brochure material.” The kid muttered underneath his breath.

“Well, hang in there.” Sam spoke up again, giving him a piece of advice. “It gets better, all right? I promise.”

“When?”

You looked over to the younger Winchester to see that his lips were parted open, ready to give the kid an answer. But all of you were bringing your attention behind you when you heard Larry call out his son’s name in a disappointed tone. He and Dean were walking towards the three of you, the older man going over to Matthew’s side, giving him a look of disapproval before turning his attention onto you and the man standing next to you.

“I am so sorry about my son and his… pet.” You watched as he looked down at the tarantula, obvious signs of him not being too happy were showing. He didn’t feel comfortable with his son collecting so many bugs, and he especially didn’t feel comfortable with him letting his own spider loose just to mess with his job.

“It’s no bother.” Sam reassured the man that it was no trouble. After all, Matthew was just a kid. “It’s no problem at all.”

But Larry still didn’t seem so pleased. “Excuse us.” He said, placing his hand on his son’s arm before leading him back to the house.

“Remind you of somebody?” Sam asked his brother after he had come up to the two of you moments after they had left. You glanced over at them, and even though you couldn’t hear him, it was clear that Larry was yelling at his son about the stunt he had pulled. This was no place to bring something like that. Dean was confused when he looked back at him. Sam rolled his eyes at what his brother wasn’t getting. “Dad?”

Dean let out a scoff at what the younger Winchester was implying. “Dad never treated us like that.”

“Well, Dad never treated you like that.“ Sam corrected him as he let out a laugh. "You were perfect. He was all over my case. You don’t remember?”

“Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes, you were out of line.” Dean said, his voice becoming low.

"Right.” Sam let out a scoff at what Dean was saying. “Right, like when I said I’d rather play soccer than learn bow-hunting.”

“Bow-hunting’s an important skill.”

“Whatever.” Sam muttered underneath his breath, before bringing the topic back to what Dean did. “How was your tour?” He asked.

“Oh, it was excellent. We’re ready to buy.” Dean answered, flashing a small smile at the younger Winchester as you and Sam both let out a chuckle before listening as he continued on. “So you might be onto something, because it looks like Dustin Burwash wasn’t the first strange death around here.”

“What happened?” You questioned.

“About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry’s surveyors dropped dead while on the job.“ Dean explained. "Get this, severe allergic reaction to bee stings.”

Sam nodded his head at that fact. “More bugs.”

“More bugs.” Dean confirmed.

“Oh, yay. More bugs.” You mumbled out sarcastically as you began to feel something crawling on you. But you knew it was because of what you had to deal with on this case.

~~~

Night had fallen by the time the three of you had come back; Sam was behind the Impala as he drove through the neighborhood, giving Dean time to look through his father’s journal to see what he could find on this kind of thing. You were looking out the window, trying to keep yourself from falling asleep because of how quiet it was becoming.

“You know, I’ve heard of killer bees, but killer beetles?” Dean wondered out loud what seemed all out of sorts to him as he kept his attention on the pages of his father’s journal. “What is it that could make different bugs attack?”

“Hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations.” Sam pointed out to his brother.

“Yeah, but I didn’t see any evidence of ghost activity.”

Sam let out a sigh, knowing you were right about that. “Yeah, me neither.”

Dean looked up from the journal in front of him as a thought crossed his mind. “Maybe they’re being controlled somehow," He said. “You know, by something or someone.”

“You mean, like Willard?” Sam questioned, raising a brow up.

“Yeah, bugs instead of rats.” Dean said.

“You know, there have been cases of psychic connections between people and animals- elementals, telepaths.” You said, bringing your gaze away from the window and shifting around in your seat as you leaned forward, resting both of your elbows on the front seats.

“Yeah that whole Timmy-Lassie thing..” Dean trailed off from what he was saying as he went back to skimming over the pages of his father’s journal. But it was only for a few seconds until something- or someone crossed his mind as he looked back at his brother. “Larry’s kid…he’s got bugs for pets.”

You shrugged your shoulders, beginning to think he might be onto something here. “He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula.”

“You think he’s our Willard?” Sam asked.

You let out a sigh, “I don’t know.”

The car fell silent for a moment, all before something had caught the older Winchester’s eyes. “Oh, hey, pull over here.” You lifted your head up to take a peek at what Dean was looking at as Sam did what he was ordered to do, pulling up in the driveway of an empty Oasis Plains home. You let out a soft sigh, knowing if you got caught breaking into this place you’d be in jail for life.

“What are we doing here?” Sam couldn’t help himself but to ask as Dean out of the car and headed over to the garage door.

“It’s too late to talk to anyone else!” Dean told his brother.

“We’re gonna squat in an empty house?” Sam asked, clearly not on board with this plan.

You watched as Dean lifted up the garage door and motioned for Sam to pull the car up inside of it. “I wanna try the steam shower. Come on.” But Sam hesitated for a moment, leaving Dean to become annoyed with him as he shouted the command one more time. “Come on!”

Dean looked around the neighborhood to make sure nobody was coming out of their houses to see the crime we were  about to commit. Sam pulled up into the garage, and as he did, he reached his arm out of the rolled down window to punch his brother right in the gut for what he was making him do. You leaned back in your seat and let out a soft laugh for the action that you should’ve told him was uncalled for as Dean winced at the pain before shutting the garage door.

~~~

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