~SPN one shots~

The Curse of the Deadly Bra (Supernatural X Reader)

"I'm sorry about your grandma." I say comforting my friend Katie. Two days ago her grandma died. No sign of a break'in, it was almost like a ghost did it but ghosts aren't real. "Yeah i'll be okay. Hey will you help me carry her clothes back to my house? Theres a couple of things i wanna keep." She sniffles and starts shoving boxes into my 68 Chevy impala. "Who else would?" i joked.

We got into the car after the last box was put in and started to drive away. Katie was looking out the window the whole time so i decided i would leave her alone. She screamed and it caught me off gaurd and i almost crashed the vehicle into an on coming car that looked like a 67 Chevy impala. I pulled over and she got out and i followed her. "what the hell?! I almost crashed my car!" i yell as i pull on her arm.

"I-I thought i saw someone im sorry." She says not looking at me. "Hey are you two okay?" One of the gentleman im guessing from the car i almost hit says. Tall dark and handsome. "Yeah were fine. Sorry about that."I say as they walk up to the car. "Yeah you better be." The shorter one whispered. I let go, i did almost hit their car. "Im sorry for my partners rudeness. I'm agent Foster and the short one is agent Black. We are investigating the death of Crystal Sherman."

"Feds for a death of an elderly?" I ask as Katie shifts uncomfortably. "Yeah HQ wanted us down here, then were down here." Agent Black said bitterly. "Well come on, Agent Foster we should go." He says bitterly again."Yeah wait i don't think i got your names." Agent Foster says again. "Oh right im (fN/lN) and this is Katie Sherman." I say nicer than usual. Maybe its cause they're hot?

"I'm sorry for your loss, It was nice to meet you." I wave and say you too as we climb back into the car. We both went are ways.

"Are you sure your okay?" I ask as i grab the last box to bring inside. "huh? Oh yeah, yup, you know it." She says totally lying. "Hey thanks for helping bring them in but i think im gonna sort it out on my own." Katie says with her voice going up and down rapidly. "Okay but if you need any help call me." i say going back to my car. I get home at about 6 and go take a shower.

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I woke up to the sound of my phone going. I pick up my phone and look at my phone, 3am, I answer it. "Hello" I say slurring. "(y/n) there's someone chasing me." Katie whispers. I sit up urgently."What?" i say freaking out and panic rising and clogging my throat. "There's a woman chasing me with a knife. Her throat oh my god." she says in between sobs. "wh-whats wrong w-with her th-throat." i say not knowing what to do.

"Its slit. (Y/N) Her throat is bleeding but shes not dying. Shes chasing me. SHE FOUND ME OH GOD HELP ME." She started screaming."i'm calling 911 shh its okay." i call 911 and give the address to her house. I called Katie's phone back and she picked up. "Hey kit kat its okay the police are on their way." There was a long pause. "Katie?" i Run my fingers through my hair hoping for an answer. I hear heaving breathing then a dark, loud voice say "YOUR NEXT."

ANOTHER TIME SKIP HEY

"Now did Kathrine seem suicidal?" The sheriff asked as the '67 Chevy Impala pulled up. "N-no she would never. I'm telling you she was murdered!" I yelled, deffending her death. "The women who killed her should be behind bars!"

"We'll take it from here sheriff." Agent black spat. "So what happened?" Agent Foster said. I explained and when I was done they looked at each other.

"Okay we'll keep in touch and call us if you hear anything or see anything strange." Agent black said handing me a card with their numbers on it.

It was later that night and I had most of Katie's stuff in a box. I ended up staying there, I didn't want to risk driving home drunk. I layer down on her couch with the half empty bottle of jack in my hand. I took another swig and put the bottle down.

I was almost asleep and I heard a loud bang, I jolted up. I looked around but I couldn't see anything. Just your imagination. Go back to sleep.

So I laid back down, took another swig of jack, and went back to sleep. Something grabbed my hair and pulled. I screamed and pulled the ice cold hand off and ran, not bothering to look back.

I locked myself in Katie's bedroom, the same place where she died, and leaned my forehead against the door. Breathe, call 911, dam it move.

Heavy breathing started to happen on the nape of my neck. Shit no. I slowly turn around. A women in a Victorian looking deep purple dress was staring right back at me. Her hair was a deep brown curled and put into a loose bun, she had beautiful makeup and was really really pale, her throat was covered in a deep red liquid and I guess it was blood, she had a butcher knife in her right hand and a scalp in her left.

I screamed and closed my eyes waiting for it. I heard a scream that wasn't mine and I opened my eyes. She was burning and suddenly she was gone. I sunk down to the floor and when I looked up I saw the agents burning a bra.

I questioned them with my eyes and the taller agent, foster, smiled.

TIME SKIPY

"So ghosts are real, your actually Sam and Dean Winchester who burned in an explosion, and that was a cursed... Bra?" I asked as I made the three cups of coffee for us. " You got it." Dean said taking the princess coffee mug.

"Wow so where will you go now?" I asked as they took sips of their coffee. "We'll go where were needed." Sam said looking towards the ceiling. We all broke out in laughter.

A/N

Writing is hard -chuck