Monday mornings are the days when you regret becoming a sheriff in your local town. It makes it even worse when Joe's Coffee Shop is closed for the holidays. So here you stood, shin-deep in snow at a crime scene.
You were scheming of how you were going to judo-flip the chief for assigning you this literally freezing case, when you noticed two men, probably FBI, coming towards you.
Nope. Not FBI. You knew who they were.
The pair flashed their badges and spoke, "Hi, I'm agent Abbot, and this is my work partner, Agent Costello,"
You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, "No, you're not. You're Sam and Dean Winchester, you hunt monsters, you've got a rep sheet longer than that old Impala you drive, and I'd lock you both up and throw away the key if it wasn't for the six half-eaten corpses covered with purple goo we've got stinking up the back of this shop right now. Come on, I'll show you."
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Supernatural Imagines and One-shots
Random~Okay, here's the 911: I take requests for supernatural one-shots, imagines, and x reader. I also use some from ifunny and just add to it. Got a a suggestion? Tell me! I'll try to write almost everything that you suggest. But no lemonade or crap li...
