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Winchester x reader - Hidden Talents

The last 3 years had been good. Well, as good as they could be when you're a hunter. I had been on a demon hunt 3 years ago and had worked with two other hunters, the Winchesters. How we had met was quite funny. We were both posing as FBI agents going to investigate a crime scene and when we ran into each other we both thought that the other was a legit agent. When they had handed me their card to call their boss I had recognized the number and decided to tease the two 'agents' in front of me.

I called the number and immediately recognized Bobby's voice on the other end. I had played the confused agent for a few minutes before finally telling Bobby who it really was. By the time I had hung up, Sam and Dean, as Bobby had told me from the description I had given him, looked slightly confused and nervous.

"Well, boys looks like we're going to be working together," I stated and they looked startled so I added an explanation, "Bobby has known me since I was little. I've been doing this kind of thing for a while."

The case went smoothly after that. But every time I thought about how I met the boys I just smiled. When we finished that case we just continued working together and eventually, I had moved into the bunker with them. We hunted together all the time and the boys and I were besties, as much as Dean hated me saying that, it was true. But even then we still didn't know everything about each other. With the hunting life, there wasn't a lot of time to simply hang out or have hobbies.

Today we were questioning a man who had been attacked by what we thought was a vampire. He sat in his hospital bed with a broken arm. He had been walking home from a late night at work and was caught by the vamp in the alley. You think people would know by now that you should never go down an alley at anytime ever but nope.

The man, Matt, had just finished telling the boys about what had happened when Sam asked him what his attacker had looked like.

"He was white, with brown hair, had a big nose too." He stopped for a moment to think back to that night and then glanced at us. "Aren't one of you supposed to be drawing what he looks like?"

I glanced at the boys with a smirk. They had told me of the case they worked where Sam had done his best to be a sketch artist but I knew he was a terrible artist from playing Telestrations, a game where you had to write a word and the next person in the game had to draw the idea and then the next had to write what they thought the drawing was and so on. Cas had said bees as his word and what Sam had drawn looked like a pile of poop that someone had seasoned. And that was the most PG thing you could get out of it.

And there was no way I was going to let Dean draw anything as I actually wanted to sleep tonight and his art, if you could even call it that, would most definitely scare me into having nightmares.

So I quickly pulled out my notepad and began drawing. "Ah, yes, you can keep going."

The more he described the vamp the more detailed the picture got. A few questions and quite a few minutes of him answering I finished the sketch. It was rough that was for sure but I was proud how good it looked especially after how long it had been since I had time to draw. I flipped the pad around and asked, "How does this look, Sir?"

"Wow, I didn't think you could actually get it to look anything like the guy but I swear that's exactly what he looked like."

I glanced at the boys and they just stood there. Sam with that confused puppy face, that I always thought was cute, and Dean had cocked his head back looking kinda scared or concerned.

Sam recovered first, "Agent Miller has always been the best artist we've worked with. Thank you for your time, Sir, and we hope you make a quick recovery." And with that, we filed out of the room.

As soon as I exited the room I kept up with Sams fast pace, damn those long legs, and began talking to him about what we would do next on the case while Dean trailed behind us strangely quite.

Halfway through trying to decide if we should stake out or go to where we thought the vamps' nest could be Dean interrupted us.

"Hang on, are we not going to talk about how (Y/N) is freaking Bob Ross?!"

Sam and I turned to him surprised. Sam spoke first.

"Bob Ross is a painter, what (Y/N) did was a sketch," Sam corrected, "and how do you know who Bob Ross even is?"

"I saw him on a motel TV awhile back and he was gangster so," Dean said trailing off at the end. Then shrugged as a slight blush spread across his cheeks. He then turned his gaze to me, "So any other talents we should know about?"

"Oh, Dean my sweet child," I said with a smirk, "even though we're besties there is so much you don't know." And with that, I turned on my heel and walked out of the hospital, Dean calling after me while Sam just laughed.

A/N: The art the top is not mine and I want to give credit to whoever did it, I wish I could draw people that well but sadly I can't :(

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