"Well that was helpful," Dean muttered with agitation as he stepped through the door.
"Y/n, you still here?" Sam asked before he stepped inside.
"Here," you say, waving from where you were laying in bed," Guess the FBI didn't get much help."
"Sometimes that's how it goes," Dean said, a tight smile crossing his frustrated face," And I might add, there was blood loss from the vic, but he still had all his internal organs and no bite, puncture, or scrapes that fight anything we've seen."
"Did you find anything?" Sam asked (before Dean's dumb, open mouth spoke, you might add).
"Not much," you say," Tim F. Erwin is clean, so is the apartment. But the pawn shop, behind the apartment? Yeah, not so much. 5 fatal car accidents. All in front of the same shop. Checked the records on it. New management, falls right in step with the accidents. Checked before the management change, no accidents. If something's up, that's the place to start."
Sam looked at Dean with a 'I told you so' look. Dean sighed and checked the clock hanging on the wall. You check too. 1:34 PM.
"Well, I guess we could scout the pawn shop out," Dean said mid-sigh.
"The police reports say the accidents all happen between 12 AM and 1 AM," you add," So if you want to sit around for most of the day, okay..."
"Good work, Y/n!" Sam said, grinning, rubbing you between your shoulder blades.
You grinned devilishly at Dean, who cracked a reluctant smile.
"Who's hungry?" Dean finally said," Cuz... I'm starving."
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I Am Not An Abomination: A Supernatural!Universe X Reader Adventure
FanfictionYou're a wannabe hunter who grew up under Bobby Singer's roof after he and Rufus saved you from a monster that killed your parents. Sick of working the Phone Wall, you convince Bobby to let you try hunting. He sets you up with the Winchesters and th...
