Supernatural X Reader One Shots

{Dean Winchester X Reader} I'm A Witch, Remember?

A/N: i haven't seen an episode with a witch in it for a while so if i get anything wrong i'm sorry! but i hope you guys enjoy! (reader's gender not specified other than them being called a witch)

warnings: mentions of death, and some angst (but it ends happy cause i don't like sad endings)

1810 words

Your phone rang from on your desk next to you. Your brows furrowed when you saw the name on the screen. Sam Winchester. Why the hell was he calling me? You thought as you grabbed your phone, pressing the accept call button. "Haven't talked to you in a long time, Winchester" you said into the phone. "Hello to you to, Y/N" you smirked. During your time spent with the Winchester's, Sam had always been a good friend to you.

"What do I owe the pleasure of this call?" you asked him. "Dean and I need some help in a hunt. We know a witch is hexing people, and killing them... but we don't have much more than that" he told you. You felt your heart race at Dean's name. "Sam..." you sighed deeply. "I know, I know. But we only need you for this one case. I didn't know who else to call for this. And if I'm being honest, I've missed having you around" you smiled sadly before sighing again.

"I've missed being around, but that last time I saw Dean, he had a gun aimed in between my eyes" you heard Sam sigh through the phone. "I know, and I'm sorry about that. But I can keep him in check, I promise. And once it's over, you can leave, and I won't bother you ever again" you chuckled. "I don't know if I believe that last part, but okay. Where are you guys?"

"Sugarcreek, Ohio" you thought about it for a moment. "I'll be there as soon as I can" you finally said. "Thank you, Y/N. I'll text you the address of our motel, and the bar where I'll meet you. Call me before you get here" you nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "See you soon" you hung up the phone placing it back on your desk. You paused for a moment to place your face in your hands. I'm probably gonna regret this.

~

You pulled up to the bar that Sam had told you to meet him at. You turned off your car, taking a deep breath before opening the door and stepping out. You walked slowly up to the doors to the bar, stopping right outside them. You took another deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Music played loudly through the speakers, but you could barely hear it over everyone's voices. The bar was dimly lit, so it was hard to make out faces as you scanned the crowd for the tall Winchester. Your eyes landed on his smiling face. You couldn't help but smile back. You didn't see Dean anywhere, so you felt yourself relax a bit.

He stood up and walked over to you. "Hi Y/N" he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. "Hi Sam" you returned the hug happily. "I'm so glad you came. We have been here for a two weeks and we have five dead bodies with no leads" he told you. "That's why I'm here. Always happy to help"

"Well, well, well. Look who it is" you almost cringed at his voice, but you stopped yourself. "You got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me" you turned slowly to look at him, staring at him with hate and frustration in your eyes. "Can you calm down? Sam called me because you have no leads on your witch. For once in your life can you shut up and listen to me before trying to kill me... again?"

Sam positioned himself slightly in between the two of you. "Hey, you guys" you stared into Dean's eyes that were filled with malice. "Whatever. You're not worth my time anyway" you felt a pain in your heart as he turned and stormed out of the bar. "Come back with me to the motel. We can talk about the case we have there" you nodded with a sigh.

~

It only took you about a day to find the witch that was doing this. She had a house a little ways out of town. You all went there in the impala. Sam was incredibly uncomfortable, the tension in the car was thick enough that it could have been cut with a knife.