Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

xxii.

I hit Garth in the back of the head after sitting in his car.

"Ow!" He yelled out.

"I told you not to call them! Garth, I thought we had an agreement we could've figured this out." I explained the slap. Garth sighed and continued to rub the back of his head.

"You had an agreement, I don't understand whats so wrong, Dean owes me a favor." Garth said, "And us twiddling our thumbs wasn't getting us anywhere."

"My thumbs were flipping through pages." I defended myself, "I just- I didn't want to see them."

"Why?" Garth asked, forcing me to give him answers.

"When Bobby died, I was also hurt really bad. My surgery went fine, his not so much. But things were already different. Dean didn't look me in the eyes, Sam looked at me differently because I didn't shut the door quick enough." I admitted, talking quickly so I couldn't talk myself out of this, "And I might've left them at the hospital. I didn't know Bobby would die, not really-"

"And you left them in order to avoid your trust being betrayed, you did it to them instead?" Garth rose his eyebrows. I didn't know exactly how to react to that, I didn't exactly sit in the car for a therapy lesson.

"Sam and Dean have more issues than me. I just thought I'd make it easier on them by leaving." I crossed my arms and turned forward, "Let's just go."

And luckily, Garth started the car. We went back to the hotel and changed back into our fed outfits. I can only imagine how this was going to go, 4 federal agents? 3 agents were already suspicious.

Nevertheless, we arrived and met up with Sam and Dean at the brewery. The front secratary escorted us in right away. It barely took all of saying "Hello" and she let us in. I called her in advance so she knew we were coming. I told her it was like our whole team was involved, like in Criminal Minds. She opened the door for us and whispered something an another woman's ear. She reluctantly put her clipboard down to address us.

"Agents. I'm Marie. I'm a manager here, nice to meet you." Marie shook our hands.

"Thanks for coming in on a Sunday." Dean thanked.

"We want to help. Anything we can do." Marie nodded and lead us further inside and through the brewery offices.

"So all this is your father's?" I asked to further the discussion and ease into it.

"And his friend – Randy Baxter. They own the place together now." Marie said.

"Uh..."now"?" Sam asked for clarification. I looked over at him, he looked so nice in a suit. His eyes were always so genuine. He looked at me, but only for a second. It made me suddenly feel very aware that I was staring and I looked away. All the while the following scene was playing out:

"Well, since Dale died." Marie said, but it was muffled over a man in the office behind her.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on. You think I just come in late whenever I want?" The man was lecturing a teenage boy in his office, behind him was another man, head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." The teen boy shrugged, fixing his beanie. Such a simple act but filled with so much angst.

"The, uh, "charming" Randy Baxter." Marie motioned her head away from them.

"Mm." Dean hummed, observing the scene.

"Tell you what – congratulations." The man continued his lecture, "You're headed for the graveyard shift. Be one second late, and you're fired."