Almost all your life You've known about the creatures that go bump in the night, and almost all your life You've hunted them.
going by y/n Singer, considering Bobby Singer is the closest thing You have to a father. After researching almost all day...
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After getting into your motel room, you collapsed onto the stiff bed. Normally you would be taking a shower but you just didn't have the energy, your shoulder was killing you so you got up and ruffled through your bag until you realized you were out of painkillers, with the amount of pain radiation from the spot that connected with the wall you knew you wouldn't sleep without some type of medicine, so you took a quick shower cleaning off the blood and dirt, grabbed a hoodie, some cash and walked to the party store that was close by. After purchasing the painkillers and a bottle of water, you were walking out of the small building when you ran right into someone, that someone being Dean, you both muttered an apology before realizing who you both exactly ran into. You both stood there for a second before Dean spoke. "Hey, sorry that my plan almos-" "Don't worry about that, It was a good plan and it got the job done." "Yeah but you a-" "I'm fine, Sams fine, and your fine, we kicked their asses, Dean it would've taking us a lot longer to scope them out together." "But your shoulder-" "It'll feel better eventually. Really, don't beat yourself up." He just gave you a half hearted smile, you could tell he felt bad that you had gotten the nest, but there's nothing he could do to really change what happened. His plan was a good one in your eyes, it got the hunt done quicker. You were going to just walk back to the motel when you turned around and yelled to Dean, "Hey losechester, want to go get some icecream?" Turning around he didn't know to be offended by the nickname or be excited for icecream. "Only if you learn how to pronounce my name." "Well it's pronounced d-e-a-n, so you coming or?" "I meant my last name y/n." "Huh, maybe you should be a little more specific." You both started heading towards the little ice cream parlor on the edge of the street. "What ice cream shop is even open this late?" "Well Deano, my personal theory is one that try's to kidnap children, the more logical theory is that staying open later gets you more money." He gave you a weird look and shook his head. "What you have a better theory than mine?" "Well actually," he responded giving you one of his smirks, " I think that it's open this late to try and take down the secret pie empire because pie is better than ice cream, so by staying open later they take sales away from pie." You stopped walking and just gave him a weird look, what goes on in this guys mind? "Well yours is definitely more....creative?" "Was that a question?" "Possibly." After ordering your ice cream you both sit and each discussing different types of pie and how pie will rise against the Ice cream threat, after finishing the ice cream and your discussion you both walk back to the motel. "Goodnight Dean." "Night y/n." After settling in the mattress to sleep, you couldn't, your mind didn't want to shut down for the next few hours it wanted to think about hunts, music and the Winchester's. Your shoulder was feeling better thanks to the medicine you had taken but you could tell it was going to be a long night, eventually around 4 am you feel asleep into the world of nightmares.
Sorry it's short, I'll try to update on the weekends.
