Supernatural Male Reader One-Shots and Short Stories

Leaving - Crowley

*I'm sorry for not posting for like 3 weeks, my fault. I lose track of time. If I don't post within a week, message me.*

Y/N walked out of his hotel room and into the hallway. He expected to see Crowley out there, since he wasn't in the room, but the hallway was empty. He stopped and looked around, confused.

"Crowley?" He asked aloud. He received no answer. He shrugged and grabbed a piece of notebook paper out of his pocket.

I'm gonna go out for the night.
I'll be back by the morning.

                                                                - Y/N

He unlocked the door to the room and walked back in, laying the note on the table. He grabbed his jacket and went out to his car. He planned on going to the next town over to get a few drinks at the bar. He turned the engine over and pulled out of the gravel driveway.

The bar was crowded, perfect for going unnoticed. He walked over to the far side of the bar, pulling himself onto the barstool. He raised his hand, Russell, the bartender, nodding to acknowledge him.

He sat and waited as Russell brought his drinks over, two shots of Jameson whiskey. Y/N nodded as Russell walked away to go serve other patrons. He raised his glass to his lips as his eyes scanned the bar. His drink burned his throat, a regular sensation that he felt. His eyes landed on a girl, sitting in a booth, by herself.

He downed his other shot, turning his glass upside down and stood from the stool. He walked over to the girl and held his hand out. She took it, and he pulled her up, pulling her close. He leaned in close to her ear, his voice at a low whisper.

"What's your name, honey?" She giggled as his stubble tickled her cheek. She leaned closer to him, her chest pushed against his. Her breath was hot against his cheek as she whispered back.

"A hunter." Y/N chuckled as he stepped back, looking her in the eyes. His eyes scanned her face and flicked between both her eyes.

"You're kidding me right? Ain't no way a pretty thing like you is a hunter." She reached into her pocket and pulled out an angel blade, pressing it close to his neck. He chuckled again, looking at her as if she was crazy.

"You know you're in a bar, right? Can't just be pulling weapons out." She motioned behind her at all the other occupants of the bar holding guns to him. He looked at all of them and rolled his eyes, groaning. He raised his hands in surrender, turning his attention to the blonde in front of him.

"I can when it's a hunter's bar." A man came up behind him and kicked him in the leg, making him drop to his knees. He looked over his shoulder at the guy and scoffed.

"Geez, I don't usually do this on a first date, bud." The guy pulled his fist back and punched Y/N straight across his face. Y/N's head jerked with the force of the blow, and he left it there for a moment. He spit blood out of his mouth and raised his hand to the side of his face.

"Ow, you couldn't have been a little easier? It's our first time!" He grinned as he got punched in the face again. He rolled his eyes and looked up at the girl standing there, watching everything. She still had the angel blade in her hand. All the other hunters were still standing with their guns, not that the bullets would affect him anyways, he just didn't want to damage his meat-suit.

In one swift movement, he grabbed the angel blade from her hand and pulled her close to him, holding the blade to her neck. The other hunters all went into defensive mode and aimed their guns at him.