Supernatural x Male!Reader Season 4!

Supernatural x Male!Reader Part 32!

Been a hot minute since I updated this. Dont remember what Ive done with the reader in this one, so this might get interesting. Getting closer to season 5 though. Which I cant wait to write.

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Episode: Season 4 Episode 19

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom.

Enjoy~

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~Hallway, night~

A woman was running down the hallway, she looked behind her and shrieked. 

"No! Go away!" She ran into her bedroom and locked the door. She leaned against it as someone pounds on the door.

Suddenly it stopped and she waited a moment before shoving a dresser infront of the door. She relaxed a bit and walked backwards toward her bed. She sat on the bed, breathing hard and mumbled to herself.

Suddenly she yelled, someone grabbed her by the ankle and pulled, dragging her onto the floor and dragged under the bed. She grabbed the nightstand right before she went under, knocking over a picture. It was a picture of John Winchester.

~Middle of nowhere, lakeside~

The Impala was parked next to a lake. Sam was leaning across the hood, brushing his teeth. 

Dean was lying across the front seat, head and shoulders up against the door. (M/n) was laying on the hood, sunglasses on. Dean twisted around, getting Sam's attention, and opened the door, which nearly dumped him on the ground.

"Hey. How'd you sleep?" 

Dean climbed out the car. "How do you think? I'm starving. Let's get breakfast."

"Where? We're like two hours from anything."

"But I'm hungry now." Dean came around the front of the car.

"There's probably still a sandwich in the back seat."

Dean turned around, rubbing a hand over his face, and reached in through the open back window. Pulling out a paper bag. He opened the bag and sniffs, then leaned his head back and inhales. "It's tuna."

A phone rings inside the car. Dean tossed the bag back into the back seat and put his hands in his jeans pockets. Sam spit out toothpaste foam. Dean leaned in through the front window and rummages in the glove compartment, pulling out the ringing phone. Dean hit his head on the roof as he tried to get out. He looked at the phone.

"Isn't that dad's phone?" Sam asked.

Dean flipped the phone open, pressing a button, and put it to his ear. "Hello?" 

(M/n) sat up and slide off the hood, taking his sunglasses off. Walking over to the boys to see what the commotion was. 

"Uh, is this John?" A young man's voice came through the phone.

"He can't come to the phone. Can I help you?"

"No no no-I really- I need to talk to John. This is Adam Milligan. He knows me." 

"Well, sorry to be the one to break this to you, pal, but John died more than two years ago."

There was a shocked sound.