A Girl Called Mike - Part 7
Pairing: Dean × Reader
Word Count: Around 3500
Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.
Warnings: (Potentially Triggering) Implication of rape/sexual abuse, Violence, Death, Language, Implied smut
Writer’s Note: This chapter took a dark turn. It is something I’ve always had in mind for this story and her character I just didn’t know how, when or even if I should include it. But when I wrote this chapter it just naturally flowed out so I stuck with it. Out of all my posted fics, it has been the one I have personally read and reviewed the most before deciding to post it. That being said, I do not want to exclude anyone. If someone wants to read this chapter but is afraid of being triggered, please anon message me and I will work to create, edit and post a less intense version. I also would just like to add this helpline page in case you just want someone to talk to about difficult stuff.
@misguidedconqueress Thank you so much especially on this one. We spent a ton of time talking it over and processing. You’ve been such a great support and friend to me over these past couple of months.
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Sam was focused on translating as much as he could. However, one problem he ran into was the word-for-word interpretations. Sam wrote down what he could, writing multiple options if a word had various meanings or if it did not directly translate into English. He would hand you sentences at a time. You typed them up and chose the best option based on the context of the entire document. Dean was searching through each scroll, highlighting passages where he saw the written Hebrew version of “Corson” or “King of the West”.
Sam and Dean took a lunch break as you continued to power through only with a cup of coffee.
Dean entered back into the library. “Y/N, you gotta eat something.” He instructed. You ignored him continuing to type. “You can’t survive on coffee alone.” He tried to joke.
“Watch me.” You snapped harsher than you meant to.
“Would you at least drink on of these then?” He threw a protein-packed Ensure your way. You caught it one-handed and set it down by the laptop. When he realized you weren’t going to touch it he walked over and sat down on the desk. “I know how important this is to you but you are going to burn yourself out if you don’t take a break. So how about you go take a nap, shower, and eat something.” You continued typing. “That’s not a request.” He ordered and slammed your laptop shut.
“That better have saved.” You warned before walking away to shower.
When you walked back in, the boys were discussing over the laptop.
Sam noticed you first. “Hey, I think we got something.”
“See, this is why I don’t take breaks.” You huffed. “I miss the good stuff.”
“What we have gone through so far tells us Corson is one of four kings. Each king being assigned a cardinal direction. Corson, as pointed out by Crowley, is King of the West. Each king has the power to summon and control an army of 72 demons. And although I haven’t found another title for Corson, the other kings have been described as Princes of Hell.” Sam summarized.
“Okay. So if we are expecting a fight with 72 demons, we have the three of us, maybe Cas can get some angel buddies on board, and as much as I hate Crowley, our goal is common so…” Dean muttered while scratching numbers onto a napkin.
“Stop.” Sam ordered. “Another issue we run into with Hebrew, especially ancient texts is the overwhelming amount of symbolism…”
Dean shrugged his shoulders.
“What you’re saying is, 72 might not actually be the number of demons we have to fight.” You clarified.
“Exactly. What it most likely symbolizes is that these kings have the power to summon exactly the perfect number of demons, in a united army, to completely destroy whatever opponent they face.” Sam explained.
“Peachy.” Dean snarked.
“It gets better.” Sam added. “West also is a symbol. In different parts of ancient Jewish culture, the sea represented evil and death and it was to the west of their land. West is also a place of darkness, it’s where the sun goes to set.” Dean rubbed the stubble on his jawline and you wrapped your arms tight around yourself, trying to counteract the growing nausea. “Essentially, we are hunting the worst and most deadliest of the kings.”
