The Right Fit
Author’s Note: Mkay so this was requested by @goodluckcharley for
“Hey could you right an imagine about Dean and Sam falling in love with the reader, dean loved her because she’s Badass at acoustic guitar and knows all his favourites but sam loves her because she knows everything about Greek and Latin mythology” And I got super carried away and if you wanted fluff well that’s a bummer.
It had all started when Sam and I walked into that bar after a long day of research on a werewolf hunt. I had thought that it was a normal bar, dirty floors, decent alcohol, and mildly pretty women. I didn’t understand why Sam was smiling to himself until around thirty minutes after we had sat down, when the bartender left to climb on stage and announce that the live music would start.
I just sunk my head lower over my bear until I heard the soft opening notes to “Travelling Riverside Blues”. My head shot up and I spun around to see the most breathtaking person on earth. Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/L Y/H/C hair, and oh, could they play that guitar. I was hooked the moment the song ended. All night Y/N kept on rolling out classic rock confidently. Took my breath away.
“Thank you for being such a wonderful audience!” I said into the microphone at the end of my performance. As the bar patrons applauded, I took a small bow and left the stage. As I put my guitar away I could feel someone staring at me, but that wasn’t unusual considering what I did, so I didn’t look back. When I had finished packing up, I slung my case over my shoulder and pushed open the back door of the bar. Breathing in the cool Kansas air I began walking down the abandoned street.
As I kept walking I felt the same sensation of being watched, except this time it was outside at night alone instead of in the noisy bar with plenty of people. I picked up my pace. As I kept moving it felt as though someone had come up right behind me. I whirled around, ready to scream, to see an empty alley. Sighing I internally told myself to calm down, just because you’re alone doesn’t make anything scary.
Shaking my head I turned back to my original route. I look up and see a man standing at the end of the alley, his head drooped. “Hello?” I called, hesitantly taking a step backwards, “Do you need help?”
The man slowly raised his head, smiling, but his teeth weren’t teeth, they looked like fangs. I screamed and started running down the abandoned lane, but I could hear his footsteps gaining on me. I closed my eyes and started to silently pray to anyone listening that they would help me, but as I did that I tripped and fell on a crack in the road. Twisting my body around I saw the man take a flying leap towards me, but another figure crashed into him, forcing him to the side.
Screaming again I scrambled up to run again, only to be caught in the arms of another person.
“Hey, hey it’s okay, you’re okay.” The stranger said, petting my hair with one hand while his other arm stayed wrapped around my waist.
“Let me go! You’re probably working with that thing!” I yelled, flailing in the man’s arms.
“Look buddy, if we were working with it why do you think we just killed it?” The man who tackled the monster said, coming into view holding a bloody knife.
I gulped, “I-I don’t know, maybe you just like to go around stabbing people for kicks?”
He laughed, “You know, you’re pretty good at playing that guitar, and now we know that you can hold your own in a conversation, ain’t that right Sammy?” holding out his arms he nodded towards the other man, Sammy, probably just Sam.
“Yeah Dean, she can.” He said, letting me go. I catalogued this new information. Sam and Dean saved my life from that weird dude, and were apparently fans of sarcasm.
“Okay sweetheart, thanks for the songs in there, but we gotta go. Be seeing you.” He turned away while Sam patted my shoulder and offered a small smile. Oh heck no.
“Woah there. Stop the bus, I didn’t say that you could just save me and ditch me. My name’s Y/N Y/L/N, and I want to know how and why you killed that thing.
And that’s how I ended up living with the Winchesters.
Dean and I shared an instant connection through my music, but Sam wasn’t as interested. It wasn’t like he disliked my playing, he just didn’t have the same enthusiasm. I honestly didn’t know how to bond with the big sasquatch.
Walking into the library I saw Sam at the table, surrounded by books, no doubt doing research. Well today is the day, the day I crack Sam Winchester.
“Hey there Sam,” I said walking up to him and placing a cup of fresh coffee in front of him. “What are you looking at?” I didn’t even try to peer over his shoulder, he had this weird instinct to go for his gun when people did that. Once was plenty of times to have that happen.
Sam responded with a groan, “I’m trying to learn about this leviathan we ran into a couple of months ago. We killed it, saw it with my own eyes! I’ve got no clue what it did, but somehow it made another copy of itself.”
“Kind of like growing a second head?” I asked.
“Yeah I guess.” he said, turning his head to look at me. “Why?”
“Well it just sounds like a hydra to me.” I said, leaning back in my chair and taking a sip of coffee.
“You know about hydras? From the lore?”
“Well no, not exactly. I kind of have this minor obsession with greek and latin mythology, started when I read a fiction book. Stayed with me ever since.”
“You too?” he asked, eyes lighting up.
“Yeah of course! We’re like the mythology buddies!” I squealed.
Sam chuckled at my antics, “Yeah, mythology buddies.” he chewed on his lower lip, just staring at me for a while. Finally I cleared my throat.
“Well you should probably get back to that case, innocent people and the like.” I said, standing up.
“Yeah the case.” he said, clearing his throat and snapping out of his trance.
Weird I thought to myself.
It was no secret to me that Dean likes Y/N. How could he not? They’re funny, likes his music, and easy on the eyes. His perfect partner. I had thought that they were cute in that alleyway, all righteous indignation and snappy one-liners, but I knew Dean had his eye on them, so I let it go. And for the most part, it was easy. Dean spent a lot of time with them, teaching them about hunting, listening to them play, cooking with them. I actually don’t remember him ever liking a person this much in a long time.
I don’t want to be selfish, he deserves to be happy, but after today I can’t help it anymore. We finally have something in common, and if I know them they’re going to want to spend time a talk about it. With me. Probably alone.
Is it really my fault if I’m falling in love with Y/N?
They’re perfect. Their skill on the guitar, the sleepy laugh they have when they aren’t fully awake, all of them. I knew that night in the bar that they were special. I was instantly attracted, and the classic rock didn’t hurt.
I love them. Safe to say at this point. They live with me and my brother. They try to connect with Sammy. they care about us. They’re a ray of sunlight in my dark, miserable life.
It really isn’t my fault that I’m in love with Y/N.