Supernatural One Shots (Smut possible)

Pick a Number (Dean x Reader)

You were always interested in vampires, werewolves, and ghosts growing up, but realizing and learning that these things were real and there were other things out in the world, got your little nerdy heart excited.

You were a reliable research source for Bobby Singer before he passed a couple years ago. If there was something that Bobby was particularly stuck on, or needed a little bit of help with, you were always there. After Bobby passed, mutual hunter friends came to you. You didn't mind, especially since you weren't one to go out and hunt the monsters yourself. The Winchester's got a hold of your number from a fellow hunter, Garth, for help on a case.

You met up with the notorious brothers about a year and a half ago. They were on a hunt, one town over from yours, in Nebraska, facing some sort of monster they hadn't dealt with before. You poured over the lore, eventually identifying the creature. An Okami.

You dug up as much as you could about the Japanese creature, inviting the boys over to show them your research and feed them something that wasn't soaked in saturated fat or heated in a gas station microwave.

You placed the last plate of food on the table: marinated chicken, green beans, potatoes, and salad covered your small, round table alongside condiments, replacing the research and lore that was there moments before. You looked up at the boys, Dean's mouth was practically watering out onto the table. You giggled, "Eat up boys. There's plenty!"

You sat across from Dean, watching him load his plate with a large smile across his face, softly giggling. When the two giants showed up on your doorstep, you didn't expect them to be literal giant teddy bears. You had heard stories about the Winchester's: ruthless hunters who had helped more people than every other hunter combined. You expected them to be rougher and have hard exteriors. They were not anything like you imagined.

Sam cleared his throat, "So, Y/N." He paused, stabbing a couple green beans onto his fork, "How did you get into all of this?"

You spooned a mouthful of potatoes before answering, "Well, I kind of just fell into this, honestly." You laughed while playing with the food on your plate, "I was always that weird girl in school that was into everything to do with the supernatural. I read a lot of lore without realizing it was all actually real," you cleared your throat, "At one point, a pack of werewolves came through the area. Of course, I didn't believe the police reports of the deaths being animal attacks. The hearts missing," you paused at the looks the boys gave you, a small smile crossing your face, "My dad was the lead cop on the case, so I heard the details they didn't disclose to the public at first." They relaxed slightly before you continued, "Anyways, I knew they were werewolves and I ended up running into Bobby Singer. He came around a lot, asking my dad questions that made me think he knew what was really going on too," you chuckled, "So I confronted Bobby, asked him if it what I thought was true." You forked some green beans and slid them into your mouth, chewing thoughtfully, "And he told me it was all true. He questioned how I knew the things I did, so I explained. He kept me in the loop after that and had me help him and other hunters at times."

Dean cleared his throat, "Well." He smiled, his eyes becoming impossibly greener and crinkling at the corners, "I'm glad we have you, then. No matter how you got into this."

You laughed as the boys continued stuffing their faces, "I'm glad too."

Ōkami were basically the Japanese version of werewolves. To kill them, you needed a bamboo dagger blessed by a Shintō Priest. This was easier said than done, of course.

You handed the dagger to Sam, before letting it go, "Remember, you have to stab it SEVEN times," you gave a knowing look between the two, "Seven."

Sam chuckled and Dean smiled as Sam took the dagger, "Yes, seven times. We know."