I Am Not An Abomination: A Supernatural!Universe X Reader Adventure

Hall's Diner

      Dean parked in the lot at Hall's Diner, declaring his war on whoever Hall was if they didn't serve pie. Now that you weren't trapped in a motel room, the afternoon felt a bit more pleasant. Sam was constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure that you were alright, which was both annoying and reassuring. They were still wearing their FBI suits while you wore your civilian gear. You wondered if maybe you should've dressed in a suit before you left, but then remembered Dean and his firm stance on you not being a part of the action.

      If you had to choose, you wouldn't mind working with Sam on a two person mission. He seemed to believe in your abilities. He seemed willing to let you step out and take risks. But Dean. Yeah... he didn't. You could tell he had good intentions, trying to protect you and all. But you were old enough to decide what you wanted to do, and you wanted to hunt. You wanted to hunt monsters.

      The boys were arguing about snack cakes (of all things) as you sat down at a booth. While they were deliberating, you examined your surroundings. The diner was small, decorated with red and white booths, with a dining bar lined with black and chrome stools. It was pretty full, most of the booths were full, while only three stools were filled.

      You explore the menu for a while, trying to decide between brisket and roast beef. When you looked up, you noticed a brunette waitress with the red-and-white uniform approaching the table. You offered a smile and kicked at the arguing boys to get them to shut up.

      "How can I help you?" she asked cheerfully.

      Dean piped up quickly," Yeah, a bacon cheeseburger, extra onion, a Caesar salad for Haircut over here, and for the Miss... uh..." he waved his finger at you, waiting for you to pick up the silence.

      "Roast beef with fries," you say quickly.

      "Coming up," the waitress said, then hurried away.

      "Alright, recap on what you learned, Y/n," Dean said in a half whisper," 5 car accidents, all occurring on the Pawn Shop's street, between 12 and 1, and... no survivors?"

      "Yes," you say confidently," Maybe Tim saw something he shouldn't have. Was there anything at the crime scene that could've proven it was a murder?"

      "The room was fully secured, except for a half locked window," Sam said," It was on the side of the alley though."

      "Could be to throw off suspicion," you say," It's not that hard to walk a little further if it means no one catching on to you."

      "Yeah, but why car accidents?" Dean asked," If whoever they are wanted someone dead, there are tons of ways to off them."

      "Did you find any morgue notes or death certificates on the deceased?" Sam asked.

      "Only one morgue note, and it said traumatic blood loss," you say," Which is different than all the death certificates, which declare traumatic head injuries."

      Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

      "Vampire?" Sam asked.

      "Maybe," Dean said," But wouldn't it be easier if they just... you know, hijacked a blood drive van?"

      Sam shrugged, and looked at you," Guess we'll find out."

      "We'll? No, you and me..." Dean started.

      "Oh no..." Sam said," You're not doing that to Y/n again. She's coming, that's final."

      "If you even think about ditching me somewhere, I'm going on my own," you add with a pointed finger," Just wait until Bobby finds out I've gone AWOL. You'd never hear the end of it..."

      "Alright!" Dean shook his head, crossing his arms on the table," I don't think this is a good idea."

      You smiled," You don't have to think it's a good idea. But I'm coming anyways."

      The waitress arrived with an upbeat," Here you go," and started handing out food. You and Sam shared a laugh as you both watched Dean's joy at receiving his burger. You take it back. Dean wasn't so bad. Then again, so were you once you got what you wanted.

      By the way, Hall's Diner served apple pie. And Dean said it was one of the best pies he'd ever tasted. You bought a whole pie for him to chew on while you staked out the place. You thought he might actually cry when you showed the untouched, All-American, picturesque pie in it's plastic container once you all got into the car.

      "Maybe I judged you too harshly, Y/n," Dean said.

      You accepted that as your apology and looked forward to tonight.