What the flip bro (Supernatural x Reader)

p.14

*Reader's P.O.V*

"No thanks bros." I said, shrugging at Sam and Dean, who were looking at me with puppy eyes. Two combo strike. It's getting to me!

"Please (Y/N), just hunt with us for a while. You were so good! The way you took the gun a-and how you found the shifter so quickly!" Dean pleaded.

"Yeah (Y/N), we would like to have you around. We could use some more help." Sam said. They looked like puppies waiting for their owner. Bruh.

I sighed, 'Well, this could help me more on how to change events in this world... so maybe this could work...' I thought. As I kept thinking, I looked back at them, as they both smiled at me. Dang it.

"Fine. I'll stay." I said, sighing. Let's see how this goes. I saw Dean let out a quiet 'yes!' as Sam smile and nodded.

Sam found a hunt and found a motel for us to stay. He made Dean stay and I stayed as well because I needed to do other work. Dean complained but obliged. He used one of his quartes and put on the bed messager and put on headphones and stayed quiet. Sam left, most likely to go on investigation.

I was writing on a notebook, each episode of this season, I started off with the one we did last time, what happened and what I missed. I was writing today's episode, the one where it was supposedly an angel but it wasn't, I kept trying to remeber and wrote down little notes.

'I tried to text that messanger but it doesn't respond... I hate that stupid thing... I'm not supposed to be here... No! Stop thinking about that. Focus on remembering..' I thought, rubbing my face to calm myself. I looked back at Dean who was on the bed, seemingly relaxing as the bed was vibrating.

'Should I take out my phone? Maybe he won't notice...' I slowly reaching for my phone in my pocket, as soon as I touched it, the door opened. I put my hand back on the desk, 'Dang it..'

Sam walked in the room, he walked over to us and saw Dean on the bed. Dean looked at him and smiled.

"Hey man, you got to try this." He said, "I mean, there really is magic in the magic fingers."

"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much." Sam said, "It's kind of making me uncomfortable."

"You got me on lockdown here. I'm bored out of my skull." Dean replied.

"Hey, you were the bank robber on the 11:00 news, not me." Sam retorted, "We can't risk you just walking into a government facility."

Dean ignored his comment and Sam shrugged him off. Then the bed vibration stopped as a click was heard signaling the cut off.

"Aw, damn it." Dean huffed, "That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?"

"No." Sam replied. Dean looked at me, I looked back at him questioningly.

He sighed, then turned back to Sam, "So, did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnik." Sam answered, "And I'm not so sure she's crazy."

"But she seriously believes that she was... touched by an angel?" Dean asked him, seemingly not to believe in the woman's claim.

"Yeah." Sam replied, Dean looked at him questioningly, "Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstacy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward, and she's totally at peace."

"Oh yeah, you're right-- sounds completely sane." Dean said sarcastically, "What about the dude she stabbed?"

"Uh, Carl Gully." Sam replied, "Said she killed him because he was evil."

"Was he?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Sam answered, "I couldn't find any dirt on him. He didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends, was a churchgoer."