I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

Yellow Eyes

"Look guys, visions or no visions, the fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's gonna go through the same hell we went through," Sam grumbled, directing the conversation back to where it needed to go. I nodded in agreement.

"No, they're not," John replied, a determined glint in his eyes. "No one is, ever again."

The room fell silent as everyone pondered the next course of action, waiting for someone to speak up. I jumped as Sam's phone went off, the whining tone of a phone call filling the room. He quickly snatched the phone from his pocket and lifted it to his ear.

"Hello?" he questioned. He furrowed his brow and eyed the flower warily. "Who is this?" Sam bolted upright and glanced furiously around the room. "Meg," he spat, more to us than to her. I grimaced and sat up straight, elbows resting on my knees. How the hell was she still alive?

"Last time I saw you, you fell out a seven-story window," Sam continued and rose slowly to his feet. He paused and cast a nervous glance toward John. "I don't know where my dad is," he said softly, failing to keep the nerves out of his voice.

My eyes widened. How did Meg know John was here? How was she even alive? Falling two stories was enough to kill a person, let alone seven. Sam's eyes narrowed and he handed the phone to John, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

John took the phone from him and held it to his ear, speaking softly to Meg. I wrinkled my nose at the very thought of her and that disgusting perfume she had used. I looked up and met Dean's eyes, his face a mask. It struck me just how much he hid his emotions when his father was around. His eyes left mine and tracked towards his father.

He was as still as a statue, his only movements being his green eyes taking in every tiny action and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply. Suddenly, Dean bolted upright, eyes wide and jaw slack. My head whipped towards John, whose jaw was tightly clenched.

"You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Whoever Meg had was someone John cared for. His jaw unclenched and his brows furrowed in thought. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lie, I thought. He was lying through his teeth. His heart rate had sped up so much I could nearly feel it pounding in his chest, my own fluttering to match. If I knew he was lying, then certainly so would Meg.

"Caleb?" John questioned. I heard a faint gurgling from the phone and pressed a hand to my mouth. "Caleb!" John shouted into the phone. He fell silent, gripping the phone tightly in his hand, his knuckles going white. "I'm going to kill you, you know that?" he whispered into the phone, barely loud enough for Sam and Dean to hear.

I sucked in a shaky breath, my heart beating erratically. That was the sound of someone dying- his friend dying. Meg just murdered someone, simply to get John's attention. I clenched my fists and rage- I was beginning to think Meg wasn't human.

"OK," John murmured into the speaker. "I said OK! I'll bring you the Colt..." he trailed off, casting his eyes between Sam and Dean. My brows rose in shock. "It's gonna take me a day's drive to get there," John continued, soft-spoken. His voice rose in anger at what Meg said next. "That's impossible! I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane."

He opened his mouth to retort to what she said in response, but the line went dead. She had hung up. John stormed around the room, pacing up and down in deep thought.

"What is she?" I asked, finally finding the courage to speak, my voice wobbling. The brothers turned to look at me with curiosity. "I mean, she can't possibly be human, right?" I added hurriedly. "She fell off a building and is murdering people for fun. That's not-"