Supernatural x Male!Reader Season 3!

Supernatural x Male!Reader Part 4!

Episode: Season 3 Episode 2

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) =Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

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Then

"So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell?"

"Sam, look out! SAM!"

"You're offering up your own soul?"

"All you gotta do is bring Sam back."

"I'll give you...one year, and one year only."

"I couldn't let him die, Bobby. He's my brother."

"I could throttle you!"

"I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this."

"If we trap the crossroads demon, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way, you die."

"What kind of blade can kill a demon?"

"Yesterday I would have said there was no such thing."

"Who was that masked chick?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the girl that just saved your ass."

Now

~Diner, Night~

Sam and (M/n) were sitting at a table in a generic diner, Sam was on his laptop. (M/n) was talking on the phone. Sam seemed a bit frantic.

"What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual. Well, maybe we got the translation wring. Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell. I know the place, it's no-" The demon paused to hear Bobby talk. "Well, there's got to be something that w-" Sam took (M/n)'s phone and shut it as Dean walked up. "Hey! I had that under control!"

"Had what under control?" Dean asked, suspicious of the two.

"Nothing....Nothing....Nothing." Sam said.

"Alrighty....So, I think I got something." Dean said, sitting down.

"Yeah?"

"Cicero, Indiana. Fall on his own power saw."

"And? What, that's it? One power saw?"

"Well...Yeah."

"And you think that this is a case?" Sam asked.

"Well, I don't know. Could be."

"I don't know, Dean. I-I-"

"All right, there's something better....Better in Cicero that just a case."

"And that is?"

"Lisa Braeden."

"Should we even ask?" (M/n) asked.

"Sam, remember that road trip I took, uh...Gish, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with dad wrapping up that banshee thing."

"Yeah. Yeah, that five states, five-day-"