Request: hi! i was wondering if you could write about Sam and Dean selling their souls for each other and they end up having only two years left to live but the reader becomes an angel to save them and Cas helps her. you can make a series of it too :)
Word Count: 1,842
Warnings: fair swearing, some violence, feels.
A/N: *fangirls* oh my god, guys. i’m so excited to do this one! This is making me shake in excitement and fear! Please, please, please tell me what you think of it! And tell me if you want me to continue this as well! Plus a shoutout and thanks to miss beautiful theperksofbeingginny for being an amazing editor :)
The sky was turning into a dark blue while you tried to think clear thoughts. Sam and Dean were in the Bunker, screaming their hearts out at each other, but you believed it was out of love and protection. That was the only thing you could believe at the moment. The brothers never argued like this. It was so brutal and emotional, the exact opposite of what they try to make themselves seem.
A soft breeze blew over your skin and it sent shivers down your spine. The cool November air in Kansas was comforting and yet foreign. You purposely stepped outside to let Sam and Dean have a moment to “talk” things over. But obviously you were wrong.
It was getting too cold for you to be outside any longer and you stepped back into the Bunker. Both of the men quieted down when they saw your face.
“You two done being a married couple yet?” you asked with a smirk tugging at the edge of your lips. Sam gave his famous bitch face and rolled his eyes the same time as Dean did.
“You know, this isn’t funny. We’re both gonna’ die!” Dean said pacing back and forth in the library. Sam sat in the wooden chair, his hands in his hair.
“Dean, we know this isn’t funny,” Sam replied for you, keeping his head low. You didn’t disagree; it wasn’t funny. The boys you loved most in the world were dying and you couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
Dean looked over at you, and for the slightest moment, you thought you saw fear trembling in his eyes. Your heart contracted at the sight of Dean and you wanted to reach out and touch his face, to comfort the scare in this broken man. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed your hands into fists and dug your nails into your palms.
“You guys, we’ll figure something out. We always do,” you said softly, but felt like a fool the second those words left your mouth. They always did figure out what to do next, but at the same time, someone always died in the end.
Sam lifted his head and pulled himself out of the chair, his body slump and tired looking. Dark shadows were forming around his eyes, showing his strong cheekbones to be almost poking out of his skin. His lips were pursed and his eyes were sad. This wasn’t how he was supposed to be.
“We don’t know anymore, Y/n. We’ve done possibly everything in the book from hunting mythical creatures to hunting demons and angels, starting the apocalypse to going to hell and back一literally. We’ve fixed everything and一” Sam paused and looked down at the wooden floors, avoiding to meet anyone’s gaze. “Maybe this time we can’t do anything.”
It was Dean this time who looked at you and his younger brother with exhaustion weighing down his features.
“Don’t talk like that, Sammy. We’ll figure a way out of thisーjust like Y/n said一”
“And do what, Dean?!” Sam yelled, throwing his hands in the air and slamming them on the oak table in front of him. “We’ve been doing this our whole lives; running from monsters and angels and demons. But I’m tired. I don’t want to run anymore.”
Dean stared with something dark cornering his irises. “So what? You just want to sit there and let some damn hell puppies tear you apart?” His voice was hoarse and strained. You started to wonder if you should go back outside again.
Sam dropped his head and chuckled softly. “What does it matter, Dean? It’s either be torn by hellhounds or by God himself for us. We don’t get a choice in how we die.”
Standing there in disbelief, Dean wanted to hurt his brother physically, the first in a long, long time. You knew Sam and Dean long enough to know every little trigger and little detail that makes them who they are. And Dean was about to snap.
The books that had been on the table were now scattered all over the ground, papers flying in the air and research no longer in sight. Sam’s eyes widened at his brother’s sudden action and bent to pick up all the material. Dean stalked over and grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt, digging his nails into his clothing.
“I’m not letting you die, Sam!” Dean screamed, slamming his brother up against the nearest wall. “We’ve been through too much crap to just give up like this! I took care of you my whole life! And I screwed up! But dammit, Sam, I’m not letting you quit! You’re my brother and I’m gonna’ save you.” His voice cracked just barely and it made you jump from disturbance.
They both stood there for a moment, their chests heaving in unison, until you walked over quietly and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder and he tenderly dropped Sam. His eyes were still wide from Dean, but he was able to move willingly now.
“Look,” you said with authority, your voice echoing off the Bunker’s stone walls. “You guys need to knock it off. All right? We’re gonna’ figure this out and when we do, we’ll do whatever it takes to bring us back from this. But until then, you two need to pull your head out of your asses and breathe.”
They both didn’t move, as if you hadn’t even spoken.
You tried again. “Hey, guys. It’s late. You should head for bed. Get some sleep and we’ll try this again tomorrow.” They still didn’t move. “Now!” At that, they shuffled their feet to their rooms and you could hear the faint slam of their doors.
As soon as it was quiet once more, you fell to the closest seat next to you because your knees gave out. Heart pounding in your chest, you took a deep, shaky breath and ran your hands through your Y/H/C hair.
“Son of a bitch,” you muttered under your breath, trying to clear your head, once again. This wasn’t supposed to happen; Dean wasn’t supposed to hate himself; Sam wasn’t supposed to be an ex-blood junkie; their whole family wasn’t supposed to be dead. None of this was supposed to be happening.
A fluttering sound of wings made you raise your head and look around for the noise. Your eyes landed on the silhouette of a man in a trenchcoat, blocking the doorway of the library. You went back to your previous position, already knowing who the new character was in the room.
“Hey, Cas,” you said in a low tone, trying to keep quiet for the boys. They didn’t need to be out here; they already had enough on their plate.
“Hello, Y/n,” he replied in a equal tone but huskier. “Where are Sam and Dean?”
You sighed. “I sent them to bed. They’re in trouble.”
A chuckle came from Cas’s body and he walked over to where you sitting, pulling a chair out next to you.
“That is very motherly of you,” Cas said sincerely. This made you raise your head again. You rose a questioning brow.
“Motherly?” you scoffed. “Please, I’m just trying to keep this family from falling apart. Motherly is not what this is.”
Cas nodded and stayed quiet. You looked at the stone clock above the fireplace and sighed even more when you saw that it was 2:36 a.m. and you haven’t been in your own bed for at least two weeks. You had been on the road with the Winchesters’ hunting nonstop. This was the first time you had been home and it was a disaster.
“I heard about the deals they made.” You looked up in surprise but then resettled when you remember that he had some type of angelic supernatural hearing.
“Yeah. That’s what they got in trouble for. They were fighting about what to do and then it just got worse,” you admitted with honesty. There was no point in lying to Cas; he would find out the truth eventually.
“I don’t know how to help them, Cas,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill over and along your cheeks. “This hasn’t ever happened before. And look at how they’re acting towards to each other. It’s like a measuring contest of who can throw themselves into a pit of fire first.”
Cas’s eyes darkened into a deep, Caribbean blue and he looked at you with something dancing in them, as well.
“Y/n,” he said gravelly, “there may be a way we can save them.”
Your heart pounded through your body and you could feel your eyes widen. “How?”
Cas shook his head. “Sam and Dean won’t like this.”
“I don’t give a damn what they like. If it saves their life then they can bite me,” you spat. Realizing how harsh you sounded, you softened your tone and tried again. “Cas, I have to save them. What is it?”
He took a deep breath and said, “You can become an angel.”
You stared at him with confusion. This wasn’t even close to what you expecting.
Cas sighed and shook his head. “An Angel. The only way you can save both Sam and Dean is if you become an Angel.”
“Cas, that’s not possible. Humans can’t just turn into angels. They have to be created by G一”
“No. That’s not true,” he said, cutting you off. “Angels can be made by God himself but not always.”
You stared blankly at Cas and thought that maybe he was sick, if angels could get sick. But something in those flashing eyes of his said otherwise.
“For a human to become an angel, they have to go through stages of God’s will; completely tasks and showing true faith and loyalty,” he explained, something dragging down his tone.
“And how do I do that?” you asked with caution.
He looked down at his hands and bit his bottom lip. “I don’t know yet. I haven’t looked that far into it. I need to know if you’ll go through the trials to become an angel.”
Doubt was nibbling at the back of your mind which made you worry about what this feeling was meaning. “What about Sam and Dean? What do I tell them?”
“You don’t,” he said dangerously. “Y/n, you can’t tell them. If they found out, they wouldn’t allow it to happen. The Winchesters would let themselves die first before anyone could try and save their life.”
You tossed the idea over and over in your mind. Something didn’t seem right; the twisting feeling in your gut was obviously a sign saying that it wasn’t right. But it was Sam and Dean. They were your family. Your everything. They had sacrificed themselves for you so many times that it was like it was a new job.
You looked over at Cas, who had been sitting quietly and patiently waiting for your answer. Pushing past the sickening feeling in your stomach, you nodded. “Okay. I’m in.”