Supernatural One-shots!

Your biggest fan! Reader!Hunter x Supernatural

Reader!HunterxSupernatural

Y/f/s: your favorite song

Y/f/m: Your Favorite Musician

Y/f/ a: Your Favorite Album
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You were infamous in the hunting community. One of the best!! You were brave, merciless, kind, and badass ( if you do say so yourself ). Every Hunter in the world looked up too you, and it's almost like a dream if they got to work with you, but they know you work alone. You were the embodiment of Hunter Perfection, and you were everyone's striving goal. 

Flinging your (h/c) hair over your shoulder, you threw the shot gun in the back of your mustang. You had just finished a normal salt and burn ghost hunt, nothing special, but it had been a long day. You wore kick ass black converse, but they killed your feet half the time. This hunt you just so happened to be running... A LOT!

"Damn you attractive, arch support-less shoes!" You murmured as you took them off and threw them in the back on the pile of weapons. You walked around to the front and climbed into the car, ready to go to the hotel and relax. The car trip felt like it dragged on and on, but (y/f/s) from (y/f/a) by (y/f/m) came on which made it go by a by faster.

Once you reached the hotel you basically bolted inside, unknowing of the 1967 Chevy Impala pulling in beside you.

"Hey, dude, look at that car!" Sam said as he hopped out, examining the out side interior.

"Hey, you know who drives a car like that?
(Y/f/n) (y/l/n)." Dean said as he leans against the side of it. Sam froze and looked up, excitement plastered all over his face.

"Do you think THE (y/f/n) (y/l/n) is HERE?" Dean shrugged, smirking. Sam was by far your biggest fan. If they would have ever made trading cards, posters, or T-shirts, he would have bought them all. He adored you and it's been a dream of his to meet you ever since he heard about you before he went to Stanford.

"I think I saw a girl with (y/h/c) walk into that room. Why don't you go give it a knock?"

Sam shot up, a smile of a small child visible from ear to ear. He couldn't believe this was happening, nor could he believe that it could possibly be you! Dean motioned his head towards the door and Sam nodded, practically skipping up to it. He knocked eagerly, but soon anxiety began crashing down on him.

'What if she thinks I'm weird? What if she thinks I'm a monster and try's to kill me? What if she knows who I am? WHAT IF SHE KNOWS WE STARTED THE APOCALYPSE AND HATES ME?!'

Before he could back out, it was too late. You were standing right there before his very eyes. (Y/h/c) drooped over your spaghetti straps, still wet from the shower, (y/e/c) eyes staring curiously at his.

"Hi? Can I help you?" You asked politely not wanting to seem rude to the stranger, but unknowingly had a gun behind your back for protection invade things went south. Sam stared for a minute in utter disbelief.

"Y-you're... I-.... Um..." He stuttered as he began to shift around. You smiled, another fan was always pleasant to meet. You tossed the gun onto the couch behind you.

"Awwww you're so adorable!" You said, pulling him into a hug. He hugged back excitedly and after a minute you let go, running to the desk the hotel provided.

"Who can I make this out to?"

Sam's jaw dropped and he could barely speak. His brain not being able to process the sheer thought of what was going on.

"S-Sam! Sam Winchester! It's a real honor to meet you." He spoke, and him saying that made you smile bigger. You jotted a few words on the little pad, once you were done you ripped it out and handed it too him.

"Have a nice night, Sam Winchester."

Sam looked down and read the paper that was in his hand:

Dear Sam W.

It's always a great honor to meet a fan, even a well known one like yourself. Maybe we can catch up sometime for a beer and do some hunting.             
                              
Sincerely,
(Initials)
    P.s. Here's my number
                                    (Y/p/n)

Sam looked down at the number and immediately looked up at a surprised Dean. His jaw was slightly ajar.

Sam went to speak, but as soon as he tried his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he fainted.