Supernatural One-Shots

Sam Winchester-1

This  is before Kevin you know. . . Yeah

You clutch your laptop to your chest tightly, praying that your phone  would buzz. Two of your closest friends went out on a hunt for a poltergeist three days ago and were supposed to call every night.

You haven't got one the last two nights.

The boys wouldn't tell you were they were going, in hopes of keeping you put, but you couldn't take it. You opened your laptop quickly and searched up the eldest of the two's phone, locating it just outside the motel you currently were in. You furrowed your eyebrows and slipped your hand underneath the pillow behind you, grabbing your demon blade.

Standing, you quietly scamper across the room and to the door. You watch on your laptop as you press yourself against the wall beside it so if the door swings open, whomever comes in cannot see you. The red dot moves and you know that it's come inside the building.

Muffled talking can be heard just down the hall and gets louder, coming towards the door.

"You should have let me use your phone!" One of the voices says. "She's going to kill us as soon as we open the door."

"Chill out Sammy, we'll be fine."

The door swings open and two men walk in, the tallest one shutting the door behind him. "Where is she?"

"Where the heck have you to been?" You shout, pointing your blade at them. Sam looks downward at the tip of the blade, aimed at his chest.

"Isn't that a story!" Dean answers sarcastically and looks to Sam, his gaze narrowing.

"Well," Sam starts, pushing the tip of the blade with his finger away from his throat. "I, uh, I lost it?"

"Is that a statement or a question?" You practically growl at him and Dean takes a seat on the motel bed, holding his shoulder.

"We went to get in the Impala and, uh, it just wasn't there. I don't know how I lost it, I always keep it in my jacket pocket, but when we got in and I took it out to call you, gone." He tries to smile, looking toward Dean for help.

"And where's your phone Dean?" You say and he snaps, pointing a finger at you.

"In my pocket."

You roll your eyes and put the weapon down, laying it back under your pillow. "Why didn't you call or send a text through Dean's phone if you lost yours?"

"We-" Dean starts and Sam cuts him off.

"You."

"Same thing, wanted to make sure we had enough battery in case Kevin called." Dean finishes and you sit beside him, running your hands through your hair.

"Where's your charger?" You ask and he smiles and leans over, pulling it from the wall.

"Right here." You look at both of them.

"You realize I have to kill you all right?" Sam smiles and opens his arms and you stand, walking into them, hugging him tightly while he kisses the top of your head. "If either of you do that again, I will kill you."

"Yeah, yeah, we know." Dean mutters, leaning back onto the headboard. He glances over at you laptop and his eyes narrow again before looking back to you.

"(Y/N), why are you looking at the GPS in my phone?"

So, hi. Love you all! Good bye!