Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.
This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors and appreciate any feedback or suggestions!
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It had been a few days and you were still empty handed. The library was turned over. Books were everywhere, littering the tables and floor. At least three laptops were open with different searches and translations running at all times. Sam was aghast at what little information was turning up, but you couldn’t say he wasn’t dedicated in giving it his all.
You on the other hand were going stir crazy. Your mind was spinning with images of words and your dreams were filled with Corson and his cold, black eyes. You needed to run, you need to punch something, you needed to hide. You splashed your face with cold water to break the thought pattern. The reflection in the mirror was unrecognizable; the boundaries between you and Mike blending together. What you really needed was a case.
You found Sam in the library. “Can I borrow a ride?”
He put a pencil down. “What for?”
“Listen, I really appreciate you helping me out and stuff, but I need some air and I think we could all use a little break.” You suggested.
Sam frowned but agreed. “Yeah, it might be helpful to take a look again with fresh eyes.”
“Well, I found a case so I’ll be back in a couple days tops.” You explained as Dean entered.
“Dude yes. I need a case. When are we leaving?” He asked filled with anticipation.
“Oh, I meant just me. It seems like a simple salt and burn. Definitely not a three man case.” You diminished.
“Why don’t you and Dean just go then. I’ll hold down the fort.” Sam suggested.
“What you’re really saying is you need some ‘you time,’ don’t want us to know about your weekly pedicures.” Dean joked. “But whatever. Y/N pack your things. We’ll leave in 20.” He instructed before leaving the room.
Sam and you exchanged shocked glances. “Dude. What the hell?” You whispered.
“What? I don’t mind keeping at it while you two take a break. Besides it would be good for you two to… reconnect.” Sam defended.