In These Arms
~Sometimes you gotta deal with a lot of bad before you get any good.~
Dean x Reader, Sam, OMC Brad
Warnings: Angst. A little show-type action and injury. Sexual Assault. PG13 Smut Implications.
A/N: I did not mean for this to be what it became, or as long as it turned out, but I cannot apologize. This was inspired by @chaos-and-the-calm67 and her Bon Jovi posts which made me wake up with the song “In These Arms” stuck in my head the other day. Huge thank you to my darling sister Hazel @idreamofhazel for her unsurpassed beta skills and help.
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The case was working, but slowly. Sometimes the answers came like bolts of lightning, smacking the hunters in the face with obvious, stupidly easy-to-piece-together clues and guilty parties that had their crimes plastered on their foreheads. Other times, like this, the world was against them, and hours of research left Y/N and the Winchesters bleary eyed and frustrated.
The motel room was a mess, beds ripped apart and strewn with lore books. Empty beer bottles and fast food wrappers littered any remaining surfaces, and the air reeked of annoyance. Tensions were high, and the trio were at their boiling points. Books were slammed closed, sighs filled the room, and tongues were clicked, breaking the silence only to be met with narrow-eyed glances and jaw-clenching sneers. It was a bad night.
Finally, Y/N had enough of Dean’s nervously shaking knees and Sam’s pen drumming. She jumped from her spot on the far bed and grabbed her bag, huffing as she closed herself away in the bathroom.
“What’s got up her skirt?” Dean scoffed, giving his brother an “am I right?” eyebrow raise.
Sam sighed dramatically and scrubbed a hand down his tired face, diving back into the book in his lap.
Twenty minutes later, and without a word to her friends, Y/N emerged from the bathroom door, a vision in a tight black dress that barely reached mid-thigh. Her hair was down, framing her face in loose waves, her makeup was dark and fierce, and a single silver bangle glinted from it’s place on her left wrist.