Supernatural [Reader Insert]

60. Dreamweaver

Hours later, you sat on the wobbly stool behind the counter as morning sun shone through the front window, drinking another cup of okay coffee and reading through the book about cyclops you had fallen asleep on last night. As you turned the page, your ring caught the sunlight and sparkled. You smiled and paused your page turning to play with it in the light. Refractions covered the old, inked pages.

A faint static filled your ears. You grimaced. Picking your head up, you looked into the shop for what could be making the noise, but it was empty. You'd had one customer so far this morning and they already left. As you shifted, the static grew worse. Your hands flew to your ears, but the noise grew worse with the motion.

"Gah!" You put your hands flat on the countertop and looked them over. You flexed your fingers and the noise grew worse again.

Is it my ring?

The room spun briefly and you gasped.

"Everything alright in there?" Sam's voice called from the back room. His head poked around one of the shelves and his joking grin jumped to a concerned frown. "Hey!" he hurried over, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," you said, glancing from your hands to him and back again. "I–" The world spun again and you lost your balance, even with your hands on the counter.

"Woah!" Sam caught you before helping you gently sit on the floor, your back resting against the front wall of the shop.

"Something's not right," you said, trying to focus your eyes, but the only thing that wasn't blurry was Sam. He took both of your hands in his and rubbed soothing circles onto the back of them with his thumbs as his blue eyes looked at you with concern.

"What are you feeling?" he asked.

"There's this... static in my head," you tried to explain. You stiffened as it briefly got louder. The whole shop seemed to quake, but Sam had no reaction.

You blinked at him. "You didn't feel that?"

"Feel what?" He had no idea what you were talking about. "Hold on." He let go of one of your hands to pull his cell phone out of his pocket. "I'm going to call an ambulance."

He dialed and lifted the phone to his ears. An operator answered and he stood to pace the floor in front of you. As he got further from you the world spun again and you felt yourself fall through the floor.

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Sam adjusted the napkins at the center of the makeshift campfire he'd made. His brother tossed him the lanyard with Stewart's Pretzel Hut employee badge on it and Sam tucked it into the stack of flammables. Then he took out a lighter.

"No, you can't!" Stewart shouted as he appeared in front of Sam. A wind swirled around the room that threatened to blow away the pile Sam made for his fire.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, holding the pile together with his hands and unable to start the lighter.

"Got it!" Dean shot Stewart and the ghost disappeared.

The wind died down and Sam started the lighter.

"You're going to burn the mall down!" the security guard said, still frozen in place.

Dean turned to him. "If we don't burn that card, that ghost is going to keep shooting up your mall!"

The security guard didn't have anything to say to that.

The small fire caught and Sam watched it closely. The cheap, laminated card that passed for a Pretzel Hut badge burned easily.

"No!" Stewart cried out. His ghost appeared, burning from the ground up. "No! They need to learn their lesson! Nooo!"