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Low ~ Raphael x reader

One-shot: bayverse Raphael x reader Word count: 3.7k Warnings: cursing, mature themes, and slight NSFW, so this one is rated 18+ (minors DNI, see my masterlist for disclaimer) A/N: holy Toledo this one's a doozy. I've been working on it for a while, and it's def one of my favorite things I've written so far (at least, for now..). loosely based on the song Low by SZA, and lyrics are included in the text where I see fit. also I added color-coded dialogue for funsies. thank you guys for all the love on my stuff, and I hope you enjoy :)

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As a young, blossoming adult, your life so far has been overall steady. It staggers here and there, of course: moving in waves as life often does. But for the most part, it is everlasting mundanity. Your early twenties are supposed to be where it begins to roar; when you obtain the dizzying adrenaline and overwhelming fear of free will. Empty wallets, fleeting romances, broken hearts, anxiety, love, hurt. These emotions are meant to be felt, and life is not lived without them.

So, as life would have it, your steady mundanity was indeed set ablaze in your early twenties, when you fell in love with someone you had originally thought you hated.

Some might call that cliché. But, in actuality, not quite.

You had been friends with the mutant ninja turtles for years, ever since they saved New York City from the infamous Kraang attack of 2016. Your father was a police officer, and you had all met at the post-battle award ceremony and celebration. You and the turtles were 17 at the time, and you saw them repeatedly after that as they continued to work with the NYPD. Over time, you grew to become the friends you were now.

Well, not all of you. From your first encounter with the brawny brother in red, you discovered that he had quite the knack for pushing your buttons. While Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Donatello became some of your closest friends in the world, Raphael did everything he could to block you out. He was argumentative, temperamental, and unpredictable. You two could fight about anything: what kind of toppings to put on pizza, DC vs. Marvel, song or movie choice, even knitting patterns. The two of you were always bickering, always finding some way to make a snide comment or butt heads about something. You couldn't stand him, and the feeling was very obviously mutual.

On the topic of heads: flash forward five years later, when it finally came to one. You had been spending a lot more time with your turtle friends after finishing off your online degree program. While you were happy this was the case, the tension between you and Raphael seemed to be growing the more often you were around.

One day, the guys had gone out on their regularly scheduled patrol, with Raph staying behind because of a particularly nasty fight with Leo. You were waiting in the lair for them to return so that you could have your weekly movie night, but you were growing bored, and Master Splinter was nowhere to be found. Thus, you made the difficult decision to go bother Raph as he worked out in the dojo.

When he saw you approaching his bench, he groaned through a rep, his eyes rolling back into his head. "What do ya want, shortstack?" He grumbled as he continued to bench press his barbell, the veins in his big, green arms flaring with each movement.

You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed. "Save it, meat head. The more entertaining members of this family are gone, so I'm stuck here with you and nothing else to do. So..." You paused for a moment, watching as a scowl grew on his face while he continued his reps. "Do you want a spot.. or something?"

Raphael let out a breathy laugh as he set the barbell down back onto the stand. "Easy, tiger," He spoke as he sat up on his bench, side-eyeing you. "Even if you could lift this bar, I sure as shit ain't letting ya spot me. You'd purposefully drop it on my head before I could even bat my eyes at ya."

Your arms uncrossed and your hands went to your hips as you took a step closer to the red-masked brute. "Pssh, like I'd ever let you bat your eyes at me. I'd gouge out my own eyeballs before that could happen."

He scoffed up at you as he began to unwrap the bandages on his hands, which had been protecting his calluses from the aggressive texture of the metal bar. "Gee, yer a real charmer, aren't ya?" he questioned sarcastically, slightly under his breath. "Must be why you gotta line of men falling at your feet. Someone's gotta tame the tiger."

The dig at your love life (or rather, lack of one) made your face heat up, and you clenched your fists at your sides, taking another step closer to the brute. After all these years of bickering and insults, you were finally nearing your limit. "God, I try to be civil with you for one single day and you're a total asshole for no reason. What's your damage, Raph?"

Raphael whipped his head to you, the bandages he had just finished unwrapping long forgotten as he tossed them to the floor. He stood up from his bench as he spoke, taking a step towards you. "Ain't that easy. Yer my damage, sweetheart. Always have been, always will be."

"Oh, yeah?" You two stood not even a foot apart, and you were glaring up at him with the most intimidating look you could muster. "And just what exactly is your problem with me?" You could feel your heart rate increasing from the growing tension in the room. The air surrounding you felt like it had been injected with adrenaline, and you felt your temperature rising by the second. "Another easy one," Raph growled, looming over you. "You annoy the shit outta me, and ya never know when to shut yer goddamn mouth."

Your rage was increasing by the second, and by the fumes you felt radiating off of his mutant green form, you could say the same for the turtle in red. You were practically pressed against each other, him with a scowl on his face and you with a fire in your eyes. Your chest puffed up, and the words were out of your mouth before you could have a second thought.

"I bet you'd like to make me, wouldn't ya?"

It was silent after that. After quickly thinking it over, you almost gasped aloud at the implications of your words. The eye contact changed from a heated stare battle to his hazel eyes dominating, searching yours. You had been feeling very confident up until this moment, but that sentence alone caused the confidence to wither away, confusion at yourself taking its place. What the fuck did I just say?

Raphael's snarl had changed into a look of surprise. Confusion. And then back to anger.

With a frustrated grunt, he grabbed your waist and smashed his lips to yours.

And that was the kerosene to the match that set your young adult life ablaze.

The kiss was all burning rage, gory passion. It was tongues brushing and teeth clashing and a harsh grip on your waist and an even harsher grip on the tough, scaled skin of his shoulders. It was embers and flames and then the roar of a forest fire.

You couldn't help the sounds that the kiss drew from deep within your chest. You didn't know how or why, but your soft lips fit oh so perfectly against his rough, scarred ones. Your mouths moved together in a harmonious rhythm despite the chaos, even as he gripped you by your thighs and carried you to his bedroom, as if you had practiced this a hundred times before. It felt like second nature to kiss Raphael, even though this was your first time doing so.

And you hated that you felt that way.

What followed could, in no universe, be described as love-making. It was desperate and reckless ecstasy, a steaming release of the fury and tension you had been feeling towards one another for all these years. It could be seen in the way your nails clawed at his tough skin, in the way he pounded himself in and out of you, in the way your needy moans synchronized with his low grunts, in the way you clenched ever so tightly around him as he filled you with himself; it was aggressive, rough, almost mean.

You and Raph stilled for a moment after it was all over, breathing heavily and not saying a word, when you suddenly heard commotion coming from the living room. You made eye contact quickly, eyes widened, before scrambling to get dressed and cleaned up. You scurried out of his room and into the hallway, making it look to the returning brothers like you had been merely using the bathroom. And neither one of you spoke of it.

If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent In the bedroom, I be screamin', but outside, I keep it quiet Keep it on lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody know shit

The months that followed held similar tales of hidden passion. You and Raph never outright discussed what was transpiring, but assumed the unspoken rule of not mentioning it to his brothers. You continued to hang out with them when you could; on movie nights, you told them that you liked to wait in the lair for them to return from patrol so that you could eat all the popcorn without them. If Raphael stayed back from patrol, you snuck into his room or the dojo with a sarcastic remark and a smug look to annoy him to the point of 'teaching you a lesson'. If one of you was feeling particularly desperate to let off some steam, he would sneak out to your apartment on their nights off, telling his brothers that he was going to go get some air to 'clear his mind'. No matter what time he called or texted, you answered. It was almost like an addiction; you couldn't get enough of each other, and you couldn't deny how the other was able to satisfy you perfectly.

You know how to reach me every time and it plays in your mind With a rush that feels like we committin' a crime You know where you belong, I'm gon' save you a spot But we can't be outside 'cause the block is too hot And I'm all on your mind...

At first, as stubborn as you both were, you kept up your gig of hating each other, despite the passion you were displaying. Between kisses and within sexual acts, your bickering continued relentlessly. "Wow, ya didn't even wear panties today. Gettin' desperate, are we?" "By the looks of your crotch right now, I don't think I'm the desperate one, dumbass." "Ya better watch yer fuckin' mouth." "Why, Red? Can't handle the heat?" "Oh, I'm boutta show ya heat, sweetheart."

It was a balancing act, both of you trying not to break face and show the other how much you were enjoying these rendezvous of yours. Pride is a crazy thing, however, and as the situation went on, it began to manifest itself in other ways.

Raphael was the one to start it, about a month into the endeavor. He couldn't help himself; after a day of arguing with Leo and feeling like a disappointment, he sought you out to release his frustrations. And the way you looked writhing and whining above him (as he munched like his life depended on it) had him feeling real smug. His hazel eyes watched you as he worked, the liquid gold shining with mischief. When he came up for air, his hands still keeping busy, the pride emerged.

"Anyone else make ya feel like this, doll?" He asked, his low voice scraping your ears like gravel, a dark smirk spreading across his face. "Tell me. Can anyone else make ya feel this good?" You had rolled your eyes and scoffed in the moment, but couldn't help the moans that continued to emerge from your mouth at his actions, clenching the sheets beneath you. He saw your bratty behavior and abruptly halted his movement, holding your hips still so that you were trapped. "Answer the damn question, or I'm stoppin'." You squirmed for a moment, whining, but your need had consumed you like a demon. "No!" You yelped. "No one else makes me feel this good, Raph! No one else makes me feel like you do! Please don't stop, please!" You wouldn't have called it begging after the fact, but he most certainly did.

After that, something shifted. Sure, your sessions were still utilized for tension release, but there was more of a possession between you two than there had been before. The two of you were hanging out more often than you ever had. The bickering lessened, and in its place was validation, need, and your names on each others' lips. The contact grew more tender, and the conversations afterwards were more joke-y and only held friendly fire.

"So... do ya wanna put on that movie you were tellin' me about the other day?" "Wow, you wanna watch a movie with me? You must reallyyyyyyy enjoy spending time with me, Red~" "To be honest, I'm not here for you, I'm just here for the take out I know yer gonna end up orderin' later." "I love this hot n cold thing we have going on here. It's really turning me on." "Yer such a fuckin' goofball."

Between the two of you grew a mutual respect, an understanding, a cooperation: a love.

You found yourself thinking of things you wanted to tell Raph about when he wasn't around, and craving his input when you sought him out for advice. You yearned for the sound of his gruff voice and his blunt choice of words that always made you laugh or eased your mind. He found himself longing for the random questions you asked him or the jokes you'd regularly crack (whether they were funny or not) and the angelic sound of your laughter. Neither of you told the other about these feelings you were having, but they continued to develop on both sides.

Raphael found himself pondering these feelings one day while hitting the bag in the dojo, growing frustrated with himself. You had been in the lair hanging out with his brothers, and he continued his workout routine in the interest of being discreet, but he longed for nothing more than to hang out with you. To just be with you like his brothers were right now.

Of course, a particular brother in blue was bothering him more than normal. Leo was closer to you today than he normally was: giving you long hugs, sitting close to you on the couch, making you laugh with his idiotic jokes. Raph scoffed as he heard your laugh from the living room now, throwing an extra aggressive jab. What did Leo know, anyway? He'd bet that he could make you laugh twice as hard. He stopped, annoyed with himself for being so worked up, and stepped away to grab a towel and some water.

As he made his way over to the mini fridge to grab a bottle, he was surprised to see you making your way over to him. Normally, on nights like these, he didn't expect anything from you besides your staged bickering until his brothers went to sleep or you went back to your apartment. You had a playful smile on your face as you approached the mini fridge, a message in your eyes that he couldn't quite make out, but goddamn he knew they were trying to say something to him.

"Hey, big guy. Leo sent me to grab some water," you looked up at him as you spoke, the smirk still on your face. And all the hope that Raph had felt in that moment dissipated, like popping a balloon. He scoffed at you, rolling his eyes before grabbing a water bottle and walking away.

"Wait, woah. What's the matter?" He heard you ask from behind him, confused. He shook his head as he walked. "Nothin's the matter," He spoke slightly under his breath, but you could still hear him. "Why don't ya just go back to Leo? You're all over him, anyway."

He heard your footsteps as you followed him over to his bench. "Hold up, do you have a problem with me hanging out with your brother?" Raph couldn't make eye contact as he turned around to face you, so he looked down at the ground and huffed, eye ridges furrowed. "Well, ya know me, and I don't like ta share. So if you're gonna hang out with him like that, then go ahead."

"And just what would you be sharing?" You stood your ground a couple of feet in front of him, arms crossing at your chest and a determined glint in your eye. "Be straight with me, Raph, 'cause it's time we talked about this. What's going on between us?" He let out a grunt, shocked at your sudden confrontation, but still refusing to make eye contact. "Obviously nothin', if yer gonna go hang with Leo like that."

You inhaled, trying to maintain your patience. From the proximity you now held with the turtle in red, you knew you wouldn't get anywhere by fighting back. "Let me rephrase that. What do you want to be going on between us?" Raph moved to turn away from you, huffing again. "I don't know! Geez!" He exclaimed, before you grabbed his large bicep. He faced you, his massive form towering over your frame as you stepped close to him. He finally looked into your eyes, and saw nothing but a genuine question. No teasing, no tormenting, just a silent plead.

"Hey, talk to me, Red. It's just me." You smiled softly, begging eyes searching his liquid gold ones for something, anything, to grab onto and run with. He let you for a moment, before looking down at the ground again, growing more and more frustrated with himself. He took a deep breath, and kept his gaze on the floor as he spoke.

"...I'm not very good with words, ya know that." He paused for a moment, making quick eye contact with you before looking back to the floor. "But I just... I like how this is goin'. How we're goin'... I like us together. I like bein' with ya, Y/N, and I just wanna do that without any of the other shit. I..." He stopped again, taking another deep breath. "I want to be with ya for real. And I'm sorry if I messed this up and that's not what ya want--"

"I want that, too, Raph," You cut him off with a rising smile on your face, not being able to wait any longer. "That's all I've been wanting to be honest. I should have mentioned it earlier." Raph returned his eyes up to your face, shock gracing his expression. "Wait, so yer not into Leo?" He questioned, slightly caught off guard. You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove. "No dumbass, I'm into you." He watched your smile grow into a beam, silent, before a smile began to grow on his face as well.

"God, finally," a voice exclaimed before Leo came out from behind the entrance of the dojo, walking up to the two of you. "It took you guys long enough. Even I was getting impatient." "Thanks buddy," you said to him, smiling as you guys bumped fists. Raphael watched the exchange, confused. "Wait... what?" He asked gruffly, eyes flicking between you and his brother. "You knew... about.. us?"

"Dude, we've all known for a while." Mikey shouted from the living room. Donnie walked past the entrance of the dojo and paused, a newly filled cup of coffee in his hand. "Yeah, you guys aren't exactly the most discrete," he said, before continuing his stroll back to his lab. Leo chuckled before turning back to his brother.

"I was tired of watching you guys sneak around, so I finally confronted Y/N about it last week, and she spilled the beans on how she felt about you. Something told me you felt the same way, call it a brotherly instinct. Or maybe it was all the times you not-so-secretly snuck off to her apartment." He gave his muscly brother a playful punch to the bicep. "So pardon me for playing matchmaker a little bit."

You took a step closer to Raph, hugging yourself around one of his arms and looking up at him through your lashes. "Yeah, I mayyyyyyy have gotten impatient and recruited Leo to help me move things along. That's why we were all cuddly today. But you don't mind, right?" You jokingly pressed him, batting your eyelashes.

He rolled his eyes at you and scoffed, removing you from his arm, but wrapped his arms around your waist instead of pushing you away. He pulled you from his side to his front, turning you to completely face him and ignoring his older brother present in the room. "Yeah, I guess it's fine or whateva," he fake-sighed, bringing you close to his plastron and leaning in toward you. You, too, leaned in, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"Okay, at least wait until I'm out of the room to start sucking face," Leo commented, turning around and booking it out of the dojo. The two of you turned your heads to watch him leave before facing each other again, glowing smiles on your faces.

"So... I guess I tamed the tiger, huh?" He teased gruffly, nudging his snout into your cheek. You giggled, a mischievous glint reaching your eyes. "Who said anything about tame?" You teased back, playing with the ends of his blood red mask.

"That's my girl," he murmured, before smashing his lips into yours.

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silent-stories · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐋 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒

Summary: When Y/N needs help on a hunt, she doesn't expect Bobby to send Dean Winchester to her. Now the two must work together to solve the case and Dean has to deal with Y/N's sarcastic and biting personality, that maybe he likes a little too much.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: nightmares, a bit of angst and fluff, swearing

Word count: 2274

Series

They found Bobby eating a sandwich and Sam idly leafing through a book when they opened the door of the house.

"Hey Sam. Have you grown up since I last saw you?" Y/N asked wryly as Dean closed the door behind them.

Sam rolled his eyes but smiled at her, he knew it was her way of saying she missed him.

During the trip Y/N had well thought of calling Bobby to warn him and, after several complaints and protests, she'd ended the call with the belief that she had bribed him with some jokes and her usual tone that she used when she wanted something.

Sitting around the kitchen table, Dean and Y/N gave a quick summary of the whole case, talking over each other like ten-year-olds.

Each time Sam ran his hand free from the cast over his face, already tired of their behavior but also a little amused.

“If you maybe gave them the tissue with the blood instead of bragging so much about saving my ass, you'd be a lot more professional, idiot!” She exclaimed.

"I would have when you shut your mouth!"

"Stop it and tell me more about that creature!" Bobby snapped and the bickering stopped.

“We brought this one for a reason." Y/N said pointing to Michael.

"I am a person, I have a name!" He exclaimed, tired of being treated like a package.

But Bobby gave him a nod of his head that meant it would be better for him to stay quiet: going against Y/N could be very dangerous sometimes.

"We, on the other hand, will rest for a few hours before setting off again for Toledo." She added glancing at Dean.

He knew immediately that her look visibly insisted on following her upstairs.

"What?"

“Dean, you need to sleep!” she scolded, looking for support in Sam and Bobby's eyes. "He hasn't slept in like two days!"

The two men gave him a sort of reproachful look.

Dean snorted, got up from his chair and turned to Michael, pointing a finger at him. «If you run away you're dead, remember that» he told him before going upstairs followed by Y/N.

Dean walked into the room he usually occupied whenever he stayed there and flung himself on the bed like a sack of potatoes, bouncing on impact with the springs. Eyes closed and that feeling of peace that came only when he slept in a real house and not in a cheap motel.

"And you didn't want to rest!" Y/N teased him, entering the room after him.

"Shut up," he said lazily, his face pressed into the pillow.

“Can you breathe, or are you going to grow some gills out to keep your face against that pillow?” Yes, she found it a little wrong to insult him when he didn't have the strength to defend himself but she just couldn't help it. She quickly realized that when Dean wasn't fighting back it wasn't all that funny.

"I'll come back to wake you up in a few hours, so fall asleep quickly." She said finally, before heading for the door.

But then she retraced her steps, reaching the bed again. She grabbed the blanket crumpled at the bottom of it and unfolded it to spread over Dean's body.

He didn't move, his back rose and fell at a regular pace and she hoped he was already asleep or he would tease her forever for such a sweet gesture.

It had been a good four hours, it was almost evening and Y/N was going to the room where she had left Dean to wake him up. The others had suggested doing it about an hour before but she had found all the excuses in the world to postpone that moment, maybe because she didn't want to disturb his sleep.

As she walked down the hallway thinking about whether to enter the room with a "good morning princess" or "good morning sunshine" she heard a kind of muffled noise coming from the other side of the door.

Y/N slowly turned the handle, entering the dark room due to the window with the shutter down which did not let in the slightest thread of light.

"Dean?" she asked without raising her voice too much.

All she heard was a grunt, but not because Dean heard her come in and that was his response, but because he was having a nightmare.

His body twisted on the bed as his hand gripped the sheet in a tight fist.

Y/N thought that even that morning when she had woken up Dean at the motel after she had seen him tossing and turning and muttering words she couldn't understand he had also had a nightmare but he hadn't mentioned it again and she had done the same.

"Hey." She said reaching the bed and placing a hand on Dean's shoulder, shaking him slightly.

Dean suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the girl's wrist in a quick movement, sitting up.

"Dean." She tried to say it in a calm voice, but he just stared at her as he breathed fast and kept squeezing her wrist a little too tight. She would probably get a bruise after that.

"Dean, it's me. It's okay. You're fine. You had a nightmare." She whispered in a calm, reassuring tone that she wasn't used to using often.

He was gripping her arm so tightly that Y/N feared she would hear a loud "crack" and end up with her arm in a cast like Sam.

"Dean, you're hurting me. Please."

Sure, she could have punched him in the face and he probably would have finally let her go but she didn't feel like doing it a moment like that.

"Oh God" Dean muttered as he finally let her arm go "God, I-I'm so sorry."

Y/N thanked the darkness of the room making it impossible to see her wrist, but she knew there was already a red mark.

"It's okay, really. Don't worry."

She said at that bewildered and vulnerable version of Dean.

"Y/N" He mumbled "Y/N I'm sorry."

"Dean, stop it, I told you it's okay and-"

"It's not okay. I hurt you."

"Hey" she said as she cupped Dean's face with her hands causing a slightly surprised look from him "I'm fine, you're fine and what you had was just a nightmare. That's the important thing."

She slowly ran her thumb over his cheek. "It's okay, Dean."

Dean stared at her in silence, his face just a few inches from hers, and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her, instead when he got even closer to her, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and hugged her back with his arms.

Y/N brought her hand to his hair, running her fingers through his brown locks and Dean just let out a sigh against her skin as if the gesture brought him relief or eased some kind of pain.

Her other hand was slowly drawing imaginary circles on Dean's back and after a few minutes his tense muscles relaxed.

"Hey" she said "do you want to talk about it?"

He stayed silent for an indefinite amount of time and when Y/N thought that meant he didn't want to talk about it, Dean's hoarse voice reached her ear and his lips tickled her neck as he talked.

"Usually I don't really understand what's happening, I only see flames and lots of smoke. Sometimes creatures. I'm in that house, in what was once my house, and my father tells me to take the others out, that I have to save them but I can't find anyone.

And I'm only four years old.

I only hear their voices screaming and begging for help. Voices of people I love. This time yours was there too." Dean murmured in a broken voice without taking his face off the girl's neck so without looking at her. And that was good because she certainly wouldn't want him to see her teary eyes shine in the dark.

"It's okay." That was all she could say as she ran her hand through Dean's hair again.

"Can we stay like this a little longer?" Dean asked and he really sounded like a scared kid.

The logical answer would have been a resounding no, they still had a case to solve.

"Yes. Yes, of course we can."

“So that this is angry about the dam?”

It was the first thing Y/N and Dean heard when they came back in the living room .

"You really are a perceptive man!" Bobby muttered at Michael before shifting his gaze to the two.

"It took you a long time!" he exclaimed.

Dean glanced at Y/N. Did he really think she was going to say anything about what just happened?

“Dean is a heavy sleeper, he didn't want to wake up. So what made me ask for help?” Y/N asked approaching Sam who was holding an open book on his lap.

"Its name is Ahuizotl," he explained.

"I think at this point I'll keep calling it Dogotter" The girl replied, throwing a knowing look at Dean who held back a smile.

"It's a legendary creature of the Aztec culture an—" Sam tried to continue before being interrupted.

"How do I kill it?" She asked.

"The light stuns them and slows them down, which will make you gain some time."

"Time for?" Impatience, her middle name.

"Cut off his head and tail," he turned the book upside down to let them see the image better.

"And what do we do after that?"

"If I were you, I'd grill it up, just to be safe." Bobby intervened.

“Great, now we just need to get back there and… well, give him what he deserves.” Dean said.

“Do you really think that thing is going to come out just to get itself killed?” Sam asked sceptically.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked.

"That creature lives in the lake and knows you're hunting it, just as it knows you've secured its meal," Sam explained patiently. “So going there and waiting for it to come to you is a stupid move, unless…"

Silence. Dean, Y/N, Bobby and Sam shifted their gaze to Michael, who, at first, looked at them without understanding what was going on. His eyes widened soon after as he sensed the nature of their stares.

"No," he said categorically. "Forget it, I'm not going be your fucking bait!"

"It's the only way we can kill him" Dean began, nodding with conviction at his own words "Sam's right. It won't show up until it gets what it wants."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?!" the man snapped, seized by a sudden panic attack.

"Calm down," the hunter hushed him quickly “everything's gonna be fine, okay? We will be there, ready to attack. Trust us."

"Trust you?!" Michael asked in panic, eyebrows raised in disbelief. He burst into a hysterical laugh and then went serious again. "Trust you?! You gotta be kidding me! You talk to your car!" he added, shouting at him that little detail as if it were the salient point for which it was better not to trust him. "You are crazy. All of you."

"Okay, then you can start saying goodbye to your family," Sam replied.

“My…my family? Why?"

"Well, it's obvious. If you don't do the bait, the monster won't be killed and so you won't be able to go back to your city again because as soon as you decide to do so, that thing will eat you alive."

"Listen." Y/N said slowly approaching the man, almost like a lion to its prey.

"Do you want to know what will happen to you if you don't do what you've just been told?" She said it in an unnervingly rhetorical tone, an almost sadistic grin on her face. "I'll throw you into the lake. I'll wait for the monster to surface to get you and then I'll drag it out to tear it apart. And believe me, you won't be still alive to enjoy the scene when I roast it." Her seriousness was almost chilling, the soft tone she had used with Dean was completely gone.

“Now I'm gonna get ready to leave. It's late." she concluded before going up the stairs and leaving the room.

Bobby laughted out loud "I love that girl!" he said before disappearing into the kitchen while Sam went to arrange the books he'd been using on their shelves, leaving Dean and Michael alone.

"Come on, get your stuff, man, we have to go." Dean said turning to the other man, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"W-wait" he muttered "do you really think she would do such a thing?"

Dean let out a short laugh. "She loves to threaten people and has a really temper sometimes but she's not a bad person. She likes to help others and she really cares about her family, she would give her life for someone she loves even if she would never admit it. And she's always there when you need it."

"Mh, are you sure?" Michael asked reluctantly.

"I am. She doesn't show her... softer side often but she has one, she just hides it. And I'm sure she would never throw you in the lake."

"Okay, I'm ready" announced Y/N interrupting the two as she went down the stairs again. Dean glanced at her to see if she'd heard anything he'd just said but he couldn't tell from her expression.

Dean and Y/N grabbed their bags and said goodbye to Bobby and Sam, who told them to be careful.

Finally the three left the house.

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