Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

xv.

Bobby, Dean, Sam and I walked through the forest. Bobby and Dean carry packs and all of us have rifles. I'm new to hunting in the woods, so as we walk Sam has been giving me tips and pointing things out. I loved the woods, for some reason it just felt so pure to be in nature, and with such a nice looking man showing me the ropes. Eventually it got annoying for Dean and Bobby and they told us to back off. I was happy to oblige and so we hung back about 20 feet. Listening to Sam was calming as he showed off all he knew. I was smart, but Sam knew about things I had never even dreamed of.

  Until Bobby stopped to look at a tuft of hair on a bush: "Couple of bucks. Head-butting over turf probably. Pretty sure the other fella won." Bobby said.

"How can you tell?" I asked, as we caught up.

"I guess I forgot. Before you were a hunter, you were actually a... hunter." Sam clarified, making a 'huh' face.

"Yeah, well, we shot our dinner when I was a kid." Bobby shrugged, smug about being the expert in the bunch, "You either shot it or ya didn't eat."

"You used to take us hunting. Remember?" Dean smiled as we kept walking, "Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you. Shoot, you must have taught us most of the outdoor tracking we know."

"Yeah, what I could get to stick. I never could get you little grubs to pull a trigger on a single deer." Bobby chuckled, you could see it in his eyes that he was remembering it so clearly.

"You're talking about Bambi, man." Dean said, clearly offended.

"You don't shoot Bambi, jackass." Bobby shook his head, looking for which way to go next, "You shoot Bambi's mother."

We continued a few more yards, then I looked up to see a bloodied arm hanging from a tree. I couldn't help it, I jumped back taking in a sharp gasp out of surprise, and ran into Sam. He grabbed my shoulder, and pulled me behind him, it was a sweet gesture really, he had no idea why I was scared but wanted to be there. They looked up too and saw the arm. Sam relaxed.

"Well, looks like we found Phil." Dean shrugged, something's so weird about him. He just doesn't seem to care. He's much better than earlier but still, weird.

"I'll call Ranger Rick." I said, shaking off the initial shock. Bodies didn't scare me, I spent half my life looking at dead bodies on my table and in the field, but I always had warning or a call beforehand. It just shocked me is all.

I went off a few feet away, I made the call to the stoner of a ranger. It was night time before Ranger Rick arrived in his truck.

"Special agents. Listen, I got your call. But I'm not sure I got what you were saying." Rick looked so honestly confused, like he had never been sober in his life. Dean pointed upwards at the arm. "Hey. I think we found Phil."

"That's what I said!" Dean chuckled.

"Uh, I should probably call this in." Ranger Rick nodded, not really caring at all that his buddy was strung up in a tree.

"Yeah, yeah. Solid move, Rick." Sam told him. As Rick went to his vehicle, there is the sound of a creature moving and breathing heavily. I turned my flashlight over toward there but I couldn't pin point where the noise was.

"Uh, this is Ranger Evans up at Acher's Point. Come in. Uh, repeat. This is Chief Ranger Evans." He started talking into his radio but something was off. A woman on the other end kept was talking to Rick and Sam leaned over.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked.

"I swear I heard something." I said, still keeping my flashlight up.

"I didn't hear anything. You're okay." Sam told me.

"It's not me I'm worried about." I said.

"(Y/N)'s right." Bobby said urgently, "Ranger, I think we've got company."

"Yeah? Who's that?" Ranger asked, as if this were a dinner party. Something drags him off into the trees then, spoke too soon. It was a dinner party for them.

"Ranger!" Sam yelled after him, running toward him. "Ranger Evans! Ranger!" Then we were silent. We followed the noise up with our rifles.

"It's got him up in the trees... Lights off." Bobby commanded. He turned off his light.

"What?" I said, he must be crazy to take a shot like this in the dark.

"Wait, Bobby, you think that's really a good idea?" Sam asked.

"Shut up, shut off, and listen."  Bobby repeated. Sam, Dean, and I all lower our rifles and turn off the light.

"Damn thing's eating Rick." I comment, hearing the crunching sounds.

"Man, I liked Rick." Dean's shoulders slumped. We all looked at Dean for a second. He was acting so strange.

There was nothing to say now, we shrugged it off and kept our rifles up. Bobby closed his eyes and fires up into the tree. A humanoid creature holding one of Rick's arms fell to the ground.

"Wow. Nice shot, Bobby." Dean congratulated him.

"Seriously." Sam also commented.

"I can't believe it." I myself was astonished.

"We all got our gifts." Bobby smiled, proud of himself.

"What about the rest of Ranger Rick?" I asked about the next move.

"Ranger called in his 10-20. His own will find him. We got crap to do." Bobby handed me his rifle, "One a you boys need to help me carry this thing."

I think Sam originally expected Dean to step in, but he didn't, so Sam handed Dean his rifle and picked the whole thing up and put it over his shoulder.

"I said help, not do it, ya idjit." Bobby rolled his eyes, taking his rifle from me. Dean didn't care enough to carry Sam's rifle and handed it to me. I walked just behind Sam. I didn't trust this thing, I didn't want it springing up and eating him. Or I'll have to kill it again. Nothing is allowed to hurt Sam.