Supernatural, Seasons 6-10: (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Defending Your Life

(Name's) P.O.V
The boys and I were in Dearborn, Michigan looking into a case that involved a man dying in an unusual way in his own apartment. We pull up to the crime scene, where police were trying to keep the onlookers back and a news woman reports on what happened.

We got out of the Impala and I notice Sam pressing his right thumb into his left hand where his scar is. I looked at him worriedly, knowing why he's doing that. I've noticed every time Sam looks scared, like he's hearing or seeing something that's not there, he presses his thumb to his scar. Just like he's doing right now.

"Feels wonky." Dean remarked as Sam and I look over the car at him. "What?" Sam asked, sounding scared and I look back at him again in concern. "Working a regular job." Dean said, walking off. Sam lets out a quick sigh of relief and follows him. I hummed in concern and followed both of them.

"My Dad will call if anything flares up on the Leviathan front. In the meantime, you know you want to work this case, Dean. Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded." I said to Dean. "No arguments. It's kind of nice, you know? We're due for a little cut and dry. And, uh..." Dean said.

The boys and I held up FBI badges and a policeman held up the Do Not Cross tape for us, letting us through. "You seem good." Dean said to Sam. "I am. For me. By the way..." Sam said, stopping and turning to Dean. "Thank you."

"For?" Dean asked "Amy. I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks." Sam said, sincerely. "Yeah, you trusted us and we appreciate that." I said to Dean. "No problem." Dean said, smiling.

We enter the apartment building and showed our badges again to another cop before ducking under another Do Not Cross tape. "Welcome to Crazytown, population, one dead guy." A detective said to us. "Who was he?" Sam asked.

"Uh, Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death." The detective said. "By?" I asked. "Well, if we weren't on the tenth floor, I'd say by a car." The detective replied as Dean and I shared surprises looks while Sam's eyes widen.

We walked into the apartment and saw a police photographer taking a picture of a bloodstained brick wall with a hole knocked through it. The police walked out of the apartment and Sam takes out his EMF reader. "It's going crazy."

"Some kind of ghost?" I asked. "With a license? License to kill." Dean said, smirking and looking pretty proud of himself. "Seriously?" I asked, giving him a disappointed look.

"Huh." Sam muttered, kneeling down to the rug. "What do you got?" I asked. "I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder." Sam said, picking up some red powder. "Sulfur?" Dean asked. "No. Just dirt. Could be Christine like." Sam replied, standing up.

"Ugh. Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral." Dean said, searching through a bowl of knick-knacks then he picks up a token. "Check this out. AA, 10 years. Dead and sober." He said, tossing the token to me as Sam looks through some papers.

"Double crappy." Dean said. "There's a charge keeps coming up. 50 bucks a month at a place called Jane's." Sam said, looking at one of the papers.

"All right. Congrats on your sobriety. We'll go find out what Jane's is." I said, tossing the token back to Dean, who chuckles. "I gave up AA for Lent." He said. "We're not Catholic." Sam told him.

"Always with the details. AA gives me the jeebs." Dean said, tossing the coin back into the bowl. "Wow. Shocker." I said, sarcastically. "Shut up." Dean said. "Fine. We'll hit the meeting, you go hit on Jane." Sam said, holding the papers out to Dean, who snatches them up.

Sam and I stood outside Dearborn Outreach Center, talking to a woman who runs the place. "Matt was a nice guy. Kind of a tortured soul. Join the club. But he just seemed to have a lot going on." She said. "Any idea what it was? Family, a girl?" Sam asked and the woman shook her head.