Supernatural x Male!Reader Season 4!

Supernatural x Male!Reader Part 12!

Another curious question that came up right after I uploaded the last part, but:

What is (M/n)'s theme song for you guys?

And yes, I will be listening to the songs you guys put down for that question

EDIT: Fixed a spelling error cuz it was bothering me

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Episode: Season 4 Episode 7

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom.

Enjoy~

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~Wallace House~

Dean and (M/n) were sitting in the Impala outside of the house watching, Dean was eating candy. His cell phone started to ring and he pulled it out, flipping it open and answered. "Hey."

"How's it going?"

"Awesome, yeah, we talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. We've been sitting out infront of her house for hours and we've got a big steamy pile of nothing."

"Look Dean, someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses. There's gotta be some connection."

"Yeah, well I hope we find 'em soon cause I'm starting to cramp like a-" (M/n) nudged his arm and pointed at Tracy walking up to the Wallace house. "Son of a bitch."

"Quit whining." Sam said.

"No, Sam, I mean, son of a bitch."  The two watched Tracy knock on the door and Mrs. Wallace opened it with the baby in her arms.

~Motel Room~

Dean threw the motel key onto the table as he and the demon walked in. Sam was laying on the bed with his laptop open.

"So, our apple-bobbing cheerleader?"

"Tracy?"

"Mm-hmmm."

"The Wallaces' babysitter. Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace." 

"Huh, interesting look for a centuries-old witch." (M/n) said.

"Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year-old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader? I would, hmmm..." Dean sat down on the other bed and got lost in his thoughts. Dean noticed and looked at Sam and (M/n) innocently.

"Well, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging- apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended form school." Sam turned the laptop towards the two with all the info on it.

~High school~

(M/n) walked into a room full of art masks, and looked up. He saw a particular demonic looking one and focused on it. He could hear the screams and screeching in his head. With this whole apocalypse thing, he'd been thinking more and more of his days as a Knight and his time in hell. Someone walked up behind him.

"How was school in your time?" Sam asked.

"It was the 1800's. It was way different back then." Sam nodded. (M/n) looked over at Justin, who put a big bong-shaped piece into a kiln. "We didn't have stuff like that when I was alive."