Sam Winchester:
"They say life is so much sweeter, through the telephoto lens of fame. Around here you get just as much attention, cheering at the high school football game. I dreamed of going to Nashville, put my money down and placed my bet, but I just got the first buck of the season. I made the front page of the Turnertown Gazette. Every last one, route one, rural heart's got a story to tell. Every grandma, in-law, ex-girlfriend maybe knows it just a little too well. Whether you're late for church or you're stuck in jail. Hey, word's gonna get around. Everybody dies famous in a small town," You sang as you sat on the hood of the Charger.
You were excited to see Miranda Lambert in concert later this month and you wanted to be ready to sing your favorite songs, 'Famous In A Small Town', 'Fastest Girl In Town' and 'Kerosene'. Sam didn't know why you liked the song, 'Kerosene', but he didn't speak about it because he wanted to keep living.
Suddenly, Sam and his annoying, selfish brother Dean run out of the bunker wlid looks on their faces.
"(Y/N), we've got a case in your area of expertise," Sam says, helping you down from the hood.
"Remember, Boys, I was born around voodoo, gris-gris, talismans and spells so...," You begin to say.
"So if we cross you in any way, we're dead," Dean says growling as he jumps into the driver's seat of his precious Impala. You and Sam hop into the Charger. You quickly pull your long (h/c) into a high ponytail, exposing your anti-possession tattoo and the numerous charms that you've made over the years. You had three ring type charms stacked on both of your middle fingers, ring fingers and index fingers.
Sam stared at you for a moment, then he shakes his head and you head off, but then he suddenly says, "You're a great singer, (Y/N).".
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A/N:
~Should I continue this in it's own part two?
~Should I add any other characters that are not Marvel Avenger's and X-Men?
