Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

ix.

"No, Bobby, I don't need another hunter. Why can't you come?" Dean was already on the phone when I caught up to him in the parking lot.

"Ugh!" Dean groaned, "Fine. What's his name?"

"Garth? That already sounds stupid. If we hate him I'm blaming you." Dean hung up.

"Another hunter? Why?" I asked.

"No offense, sweetheart. It'd just be nice to have another experienced hunter with us on this one. People are dying here I don't have time for ride-alongs." Dean told me.

"He doesn't know I'm here, does he?" I could see straight through him.

"No." Dean started up the Impala.

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"What if this guys' a pain in the ass?" I complained as Dean dragged me along. I insisted on staying back to do research but he wouldn't allow it.

"Then I'm sure you'll get along, swimmingly." Dean groaned.

We walked through the restraraunt we were meant to meet this Garth guy at.

"Look for a guy that looks like a hunter." Dean said.

"What's that look like?" I asked, stupidly.

"Like me, but less attractive." Dean responded, I walked right into that.

"Him." I pointed out a guy in the corner by himself. He had a bald head but a dense beard with large brooding muscles and a flannel.

Dean began to approach him another woman sat in front of him so we backed off. There was no one else that fit this bill, maybe he wasn't here yet.

"You Dean?" A man spoke from behind us. The guy was less than intimidating, definitely looked like pain in the ass material though.

We both shared a look of "Seriously" while the scrawny man very audibly sipped down his milkshake.

"I pictured you as being taller. And that you would be coming alone." Garth pointed out then shook our hands. "And who is this pretty lady?" Garth put on this strange fake confidence nodding his head.

"She's out of your league." Dean said, not allowing us to shake hands, "You're Garth? Are you sure? This is who Bobby sends me?"

"Last time I checked, I'm Garth." He assured us.

Dean groaned, "I assume Bobby filled you in."

"She knows about... monsters?" Garth checked with Dean.

"I'm another Hunter. I'm (Y/N)." I butted in before Dean could speak for me, Dean was like an older brother to me by now. But it's exhausting. I never had siblings, I couldn't imagine how Sam dealt with this constantly.

"He told me two things. One, he's tangling with a major-league nest up in Oregon territory." Garth shifted in his chair, obviously accepting my answer, "Numero dos, he said you'd be all, uh, surly and premenstrual working with me. But, hey, man, sticks and stones."

"We think we found a case. Check the headline." I plopped the newspaper on the table for him showing the surge of luck in town.

"First things first." Garth said seriously, then flipped through the paper. At first I thought he was looking for the full article but then he started laughing, "Oh Marmaduke, you're crazy!"

~

Our next step was to interview the newest lucky man. He rose up from sales to CEO, that doesn't just happen. We were listening to his wife yell at his secretary for a good few minutes about how her name was spelled "M-a-r-s-h-a" not "M-a-r-c-i-a", on the couch of the waiting room. We were told to wait for the reporters who had already gotten her left. And much to our praying it was Sam and Becky.