Listen | Sam Winchester X Reader

xxiv.

We called Dean to ask if he noticed a black box with writing on it at the house. When he didn't they decided to meet at the factory to look for it in the office. We left for there and I held Sam's hand the whole way even though he asked for it back while he drove I pretended to be stuck to it like glue.

"Ok, we're here." Sam sighed. Parking in front of the back entrance behind Dean and Garth. Dean was already outside the car.

"I'll stay out here, keep a look out." I said. "I'll call you if I see anyone out here."

"Ok, just hop into Garth's car to be safe." Sam advised me, letting go of my hand and getting out of the car.

I got into Garth's car and sat down. Watching as Dean picked the lock of the Brewery.

"Hola Amiga." Garth greeted me.

"Hi Garth." I smiled, looking back at Sam as he went inside.

"You two seem on better terms." He said, bringing my attention back.

"Yeah, you could say that. We talked about what happened." I admitted, "And I kissed him."

"Oo! Spicy!" Garth smiled, giving me a high five, "He kiss you back?"

"Yeah. I'm still in shock. I mean, I really thought he would never forgive me." I said, turning my leg onto the seat as if we were two kids having a sleepover.

"I knew it. The moment you two made eye contact I could see it. I'm intuitive like that." Garth burped, and I laughed. He was a good friend.

"Well, I'm glad you're 'intuitive like that.'" I said, sitting back. "How was your time with Dean?"

"We didn't kiss so no where as fun as you and Sam." He joked, "But seriously, I'm worried about them."

"Why?" I asked.

"It's that damn flask." Garth sat up straight and hit his steering wheel.

"What flask? Bobby's flask?" I questioned.

"Yeah, thats why my EMF was goin' crazy every time I'm around them-" Garth kept hitting his steering wheel in some ingenuous way.

"Wait, wait, wait- let me get this straight: you think that Bobby is still around?" I asked for clarification before he blew his top. I could tell he was still a little tipsy.

"Yeah, maybe." He sighed.

"But they burned his bones-" I pointed out, hoping I was right.

"They still have ghosts in India and everyone over there is cremated." He proved his point and I nodded in agreement, "Look, all I'm saying is it's a possibility Bobby is still around."

"I believe you but, the Winchesters are some of the most stubborn men you'll ever meet. They have to figure that out on their own." I tried to comfort my friend into calming down. "Get some sleep alright? I'll keep watch for a while. Wake you up if anything goes wrong."

"Alright." And like that he was out like a light. I kept thinking about it, what if Bobby really was still around? And I had the opportunity to tell him I'm so sorry for what happened. Part of me wanted him still around but the effect it may have on my friends may be horrible in the long run. I tried to keep my eyes open, it was late and we had been running around all day. I played games on my phone to keep me occupied until my phone died with no warning.

At first I panicked because what if someone came and I had no way of contacting them? So I created a back up plan. I looked in the arsenal for a weapon of some kind until I found a stun gun that'll definitely help. Headlights came up and I ducked behind the car. Crap.