I Know You 5- Winchester Stupid is Synonymous With Brave
Author’s Note: AU where Dean was never cured of being a demon and Crowley took over the world with the help of Vampires, Werewolves, and Shifters. Dean’s spent five years not giving a damn about the state of the world and no one has seen Sam in years.
Summary: Dean's suspicions about Y/n are more than a little founded.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 3315
Story Warnings: bit of post-apocalyptic angst, mentions of character deaths, Mark-induced rage, lots of lying, the big reveal (I'll put it in the tags if you want to ruin it for yourself),
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My room looks like a damn shrine. I'm munching on a bologna sandwich, which is weird because Sam hasn't eaten bologna since he was a teenager, looking around the walls. My albums are just where I left them, my Purgatory ax, shotguns on the wall. Shit, he even left the note on the bed.
"Why are you snooping?" Sam asks as he walks up.
"How can I snoop through my own stuff?" I ask before I turn to him. He’s shaved and lopped off half of his hair. It's up to his chin again. Better.
"I don't want you getting mustard on everything. Get out of there."
I shake my head and shove the rest of the sandwich into my mouth, wiping mustard off of my fingers on my jeans...and then I drop my weight onto my bed and look up at him. "Wha's goin' on wif you an' Y/n?" I ask around the mouthful. He hates when I talk with my mouth full. Too bad.
"What do you mean?"
"You just met her today, right?" I ask. He nods. "She's never been here before?"
"Y/n has never been here before, Dean."
"What is it about that sentence that bugs me?" I stand and look away. "Same kinda thing that bugs me about the way you two interact."
"What do you mean?"
I roll my eyes. "You don't act like strangers, Sam. You act like you know her, like she's been here, like she's been around you. You really want me to believe that she's never set foot in this bunker and never met you in person but she feels comfortable ordering us both around and snapping on you about the high horse you always saddle yourself on?"
He sighs. “I’ve only talked to Y/n through email, never in person. She’s never been here before.”
“And how’d she get your email? Not something she’d just stumble on.”
“From Cas, before he died.”
Oh really? Lying dickbags. “From Cas? You sure about that?”