Sanders Sides Oneshots

Secrets

Secrets
Virgil x reader
Rated: G
Warnings: none
Note: Supernatural crossover.
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I've been staying in the Sanders household for a long time now. Cas said they were suppose to be next target for the newly raised from hell Azazel. I have became great friends with them all. I was eating lunch with the sides, Thomas, and Joan when my older brother Dean called.

"We got Azazel and a new case." Dean explained.

"Nice to hear from you too Dean." I muttered. "Where are we going on a killing spree now?"

"Laurent Kansas." Sam interrupted.

"Home sweet home." I hissed. I placed the phone down and in speaker. "Speaker with entire family." I warned.

"It's back at our old house. Killed the family." Sam sighed. I bit my lip.

"We going to have to catch this son of a bitch?" I asked.

"You got it. Gotta keep it from killing anyone else." Sam said.

"Great." I mumbled. "How's my son doing?" Logan and Virgil choked on their food while Thomas, Joan, and Roman sputtered. I called Jack my son as I was suppose to be his sort of mother after his birth mother died giving birth to the son of Satan. Also, we convinced Chuck not to kill Jack, only turned him into a 8 year old with no powers but stay healthy instead.

"I'm fine mom!" I heard Jack yell. I smiled.

"Is dad treating you well? And Uncle Dean and Uncle Sam?"

"Yep. Dad gave me cookies in the middle of the night!" I laughed.

"Cookies huh? I didn't know you all had cookies. Did Dean go shopping?" I joked, knowing full well that Cas does the shopping and gets whatever Jack tells him too.

"It was Cas." Dean grumbled in the phone. I chuckled then realized everyone was staring at me in shock. I rolled my eyes and took a few chips and threw them at Logan.

"Close your mouth or you will catch flies." I playfully snapped.

"Pack your bags Hope. We are picking you up and saving you from the hot sun of Florida." Dean howled.

"Do I have to go?" I mumbled.

"You caught feelings for one of them." Sam concluded. I blushed and stayed silent. He knew I loved Virgil.

"You know if you sleep with one of them, they die right?" Sam hesitantly asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Ah yes, the curse of the hunters. How could I forget." I spat. "Anyway, we are on the FBI's most wanted list in that state as well. How are we going to get in?"

"Like we get in anywhere else."

"Course. How many states want our heads anyway?"

"By now? Every one of them. We also got some wanted posters in Britain and Canada." Sam explained. I chuckled.

"Canada? Damn, we must have done some damage."

"Of course."

"Nothing like trying to kill the president of the United States." I joked.

"Worst jail torture of my life." I heard Dean add. I shrugged and continued eating.

"It was fine for me. I got weeks of silence away from you boys. That was until we faked our deaths and escaped...again."

"How many times have we faked our death and how many times have we actually died?" Jack asked.

"Dean's record is 129 counting Gabriel. Sam is most likely around 30 to 40, with Cas, counting his family drama, I'd say around 50 to 60." I responded, almost proud on how many escapes we made with death.