SPN Oneshots

SPN Fluff Prompt (#2.)

Fluff Prompt #2.
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"I don't want to be a monster anymore. You probably think I'm absolutely disgusting."

"I don't know what I'd do without you. Honestly. You're a fiery, red-haired godsend."

"I think I like you, kiss me just to make sure?." "Why the hell not?"

((Based around a Female ||Vampire|| reader. Charlie.))
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How in God's 'holiest' name had you ended up here? And to add to that, alongside this absolute goddess of a woman?

Well for starters, it was actually a pretty long story. So let's cut it short, shall we?

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||Previously|| ((Charlie's POV.))

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Wow. Sam really wasn't pulling my leg when he said hunting was exhausting.

I would now be able to confidently say that reading up on any lore is NOT the most tiring part of a case, but that wasn't very surprising though.

Even then, it was an extremely exhilarating thing to be apart of a hunt. THE most thrilling part was completing that hunt successfully, however possible.

I definitely solved at least half of it.

Now the latest case was a vampire nest in the heart of Louisiana, a small town named Abita Spring. Apparently it had been named by some old Spanish Inquisitor after finding the springs that had already existed naturally.

Dean and Castiel had stressed for hours that this was potentially going to be a cold case, given there were only about 2,500-2,600 people that lived there. I didn't really care, not too much anyway.

While I didn't usually participate actively in the physical aspect of these hunts, Dean didn't want me alone at the bunker in case something had went horribly wrong and they needed help from a 'professional'.

Wow. Funny.

I came with. Reluctantly of course. Hunting wasn't my forte. My specialty was more or less technology, a less hands-on experience.

Whilst hitching a ride with them, the boys told me about the quickest way of killing a Vampire, total and complete decapitation.

If I couldn't do that, they were well equipped with Dead-Man's-blood soaked items, which was just as efficient in the right hands.

Probably anyone else's hand than mine. I was a complete and utter klutz of a girl.

And that name threw me off completely. Let's be honest here, that isn't the most appealing thing to call it.

Neither is hunting monsters for a living, yet here I am.

Hitch-hiking with the doily Winchester Boys and the self proclaimed 'Angel of Thursday.'

"Hey. Charlie. We could always just keep you at a little hotel if you would feel more comfortable doing that instead. Your choice."

"Oh. I'll be fine, Sam. There's four of us, nothing should get TOO out of hand. Besides, 3 stars hotels at max don't sound very enticing to me."

"You see, ya' say that, and then jinx the whole rest of us. Come on, kid. Rookie mistake."

Dean huffed out as a jab.

"Oh, you're so incredibly funny. Har-Har."

I chuckled, indulging his ego.

Castiel hummed lowly at the pair of us before asking a question.