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

Poughkeepsie

      Sam and Dean arrived at 3 o'clock to pick you up. You heard the familiar engine rumbling up the drive before it crossed the tree line. You had your bag strung across your shoulders, and you were standing in the living room, waiting for you cue to go. Bobby was looking through the papers and books on his desk, trying to look busy. Then you heard one of the boys knocking on the door causing you to almost run to answer it.

      "Y/n," Bobby said, stopping you in your tracks.

      "Yeah?"

      He swallowed hard before saying," Be careful."

      "I will," you promised, then headed for the door.

      The door opened with its normal squeaky whine of protest, announcing your appearance to Dean as he stood on the porch. He smiled as you opened the screen door and stepped out.

      "Hey," he greeted you," Ready to go?"

      "Of course," you said, showing him your satchel," Let's go."

      "Alright!" Dean said happily as you and he hopped down the creaky, splintering porch steps. He opened up the back door for you and you slid inside. You settled as he walked around to the drivers' side door and climbed in. You said," Hey," to Sam who replied with," How's it going." You simply answered," Gonna burn a ghost. How much more could I want." Then Dean put the still running Impala into reverse and backed out of the salvage yard. And once again, you were off on another hunter's adventure.

      It was just getting dark when the Impala arrived at the cemetary. You and Sam went around to the trunk to get the shovels while Dean searched for the grave. In the entire afternoon you were with the Winchesters, you felt completely at ease. The pain in your back was constant but it was kept at a dull throb. But beyond the physical, you felt a deep darkness around in the graveyard. Not just dark... evil. Something felt completely off. 

      "Hey, Sam," you said slowly," Does something feel... off?"

      "What do you mean?" Sam asked as he reorganized the contents of the salting-burning duffel.

      "I mean... I think we're in danger," you said.

      "We're always in danger," Sam said.

      "No, no, like real danger. Like-," you whispered the next part just in case," It's like we're being watched. Sam, I sense a trap..."

      "Oh I'm sure it's nothing," Sam said, slightly loudly and you stared at him in disbelief as he yelled for Dean," Hey! Dean! Come here! I need help with these shovels!"

       "What? Why? Aren't you Mr. Gigantor-with-all-the-muscle?" Dean's distant voice called from across the shadowy expanse of gravestones.

      "Come on, Dean," Sam said then dropped a shovel to prove his point," Just get over here and help me! I got word on a case from Poughkeepsie!"

      Dean's head jerked back in surprise, then he jogged over, shoving his flashlight back into his jacket.

      "What's going on?" Dean asked quietly," Sam?"

      "Y/n thinks it's a trap," Sam said as he picked up the shovel and shoved it back into the Impala's trunk.

     "Don't do that!" Dean snapped, grabbing the shovel from Sam's hand," Don't be so rough with Baby!"

      You were thoroughly confused, but you suffered through it, hoping you'd catch on soon enough. Sam shook the canister of salt. You could hear it was full.