Supernatural Imagines X Reader

Bad Day

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"I hate my life." You said in annoyance when you dropped your phone on the floor. It was going to be a bad day.
"It's still good." Dean said as he picked it up for you. You set it down as it continued to vibrate, people were texting and tagging you and you did not have the energy to deal with people.
"That's not the problem." You grumbled at the phone and then walked it to the couch, stuffing it between the cushions. Sam walked in and gave you a look and you ignored it, not wanting to explain.
What you hadn't mentioned was that your period had started,  you'd fallen out of bed that morning, the toothpaste had splattered down your shirt, you'd tripped 3 times so far that morning,  your hair wasn't sitting properly and you had to go out and meet people, so you weren't keen on doing any of that.
"Screw it, I'm not going." You grumbled at your phone as it vibrated again, this time from a call.
"Ok." Sam raised his brows and gave you another look.
"So, when are you going to interview those people?" He asked after a moment of blissful silence.
"I'm not going to today. The guy is already dead, it honestly can't hurt if his death stands unsolved for a little while longer." You yawned into your hand. That's it, you just had to go to sleep again, hat would solve it.
"Unless his killer kills again." Sam gave you a look.
"Whatever. Let him, we'll solve that murder later as well." You yawned again, your mind now full of thoughts of bed and fluffy pillows and sleep. Oh sweet, sweet slumber.
"You're going." Dean ordered and you rolled your eyes.
"I know, I just wanted to feel what it would be like to not have to go." You grumbled.
"How's that going for you?" Sam asked.
"Not well. I'm leaving, but I swear to god if those idiot friends of that stupid dead guy are as stupid as he was, I'll probably kill them myself." You shoved a show on and glared at the boys for emphasis.
"We got it." Dean answered and Sam's eyebrows were raised so far you swore they had disappeared into his hairline.
"Just tone down on the psycho." Sam suggested as you stomped out the door. You turned around and shot him another glare before shutting the door behind you.
As you walked down the motel steps your head bumped the ledge.
"Ugh, I hate my life." You groaned as you rubbed your tender forehead and scowled at the world.
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A/N: I didn't give this one too much of a storyline because I felt like I just needed one for girls to relate to... Please dont be a stranger and tell me what you think and what you'd like to see here! Until next post my young apprentices