Supernatural One Shots and Short Stories

Counting Bodies like Sheep

"I swear Dean I'm not lying." Dean rolls his eyes at the younger Winchester "Sure Sammy, the bartender just (gave) you her number. We all know, I'm the attractive one  and you're the brains."

You huff, "Wait what am I exactly?" Dean turns smiling at you as he picks the lock on the abandoned house. "You sweetheart, are both of us put together. Smart and sexy... deadly to all mankind." You roll your eyes right as you hear the door unlock letting the three of you in.
The house wasn't a run down abandoned house, it just didn't exactly have anyone living in it at the moment...
"Dean, you don't find it the least bit wrong to be squatting in the victims house?"
Dean walks on through the house, turning the lights on, "Come on, it's not like he's going to complain. Plus, it still has lights and running water."

The house belonged to the third victim in the past two weeks of very strange deaths. They were all found in a cemetery, bodies drained of blood and no wounds to be found. They were actually laid right where their plots were where they'd be buried. "Do y'all find it weird that people go ahead and buy the spots they want to be buried in?" You ask the boys as you walk through the house. Sam replies from the living room as he sets up his research center. "Well our family has some. I guess it was just a way everyone figured you'd get to stay together forever." Dean yells from the bathroom. "Then why the hell did you bury me in a field in the middle of nowhere?!"

It was strange how normal these conversations could be. 'Geez little brother, why did you bury me in a field so when I came back to life by being brought from hell by an angel, I wouldn't know where I was?'
Sam just continues setting up his work space, ignoring his older brother. You walk on through the house, seeing where you'd be staying that night. There were three bed rooms luckily, so no one would be sleeping in the floor or on a couch.
You walk past a mirror but freeze, you slowly back up, was that really you?
In the mirror, everything was darker, the coloring was so different. You had blood splattered across your face and your clothes. You knew where you were. It wasn't Heaven or Hell. It was Purgatory, where you had spent five months. But it felt like a lifetime. The brothers and Cas finally got you out, you were stuck there, a Moonlighting Reaper double crossed you and left you there when you went through to get to where they were holding Lucifer in the cage with the boys. They got out, but you didn't get to the opening in time.

It took them months to finally figure out how to get you out. When you were finally top side, everything was so different. The smells, the sounds, being around humans was even new to you, but the boys were a big help to you.

"Y/n" There was a shadow behind you, you jump spinning around, ready to take the head off of whatever it was.
Dean raised his hands up quickly. "Hey! Hey! Easy now!" You sigh, "Oh, I'm sorry. You surprised me."  Dean nods, "Purgatory?" You shake your head no. "Ah no, I just was thinking and zoned out for a second." Dean eyes you for a second longer before finally nodding. "Okay, whatever you say."
You go on getting everything set up since you were going to be there for a while you guessed.

Sam and Dean were gone for a beer run leaving you to have the house to yourself. You take advantage of that and run a hot bath.

You loved the boys, but not in the way that every other female that has walked into their lives did. They were your best friends, your hunting partners, pretty much your brothers. They had seen you at your worst and at your best. They didn't think of you any other way either, other than a sister. Though you have had to played to be in a relationship with each of them a time or two in the past of a hunt, and they had seen you in your underwear more times than your like.... they never took it there. They just simply thought of you as a best friend and it was perfect.

About as perfect as the water, it felt amazing. It had been a while since you actually had a bath since the bunker only had showers as did the motels you always stayed at. So getting to soak in a tub was a treat for you. You thought about the case, but your mind drifted to Purgatory... you couldn't tell the boys about it. It wasn't their burden to bare, it was yours. The nightmares kept you from sleeping like you used to, kept you from even thinking like you used to. You couldn't get through the day without having flashbacks at least four times a day.