Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Croaton

I went into town with Dean to grab some food, while Sam stayed back at the motel. After grabbing some chow and a six-pack of beer we return to the motel, heading for the boys's room.

Dean chew on some jerky as he open the door for us. We enter the motel room and saw Sam lying on the floor beside his bed. Sam sits up, panting. "Sam?" Dean and I said, worried. Sam look off into nothing, still panting and looking terrified.

Dean was driving while Sam navigate with a GPS device which speaks directions. "Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West." The GPS said. "There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove." Sam said, staring down at the device. "How come you're so sure it's the one in Oregon?" Dean asked. "There was a picture. Crater Lake." Sam replied.

"Okay, what else?" I asked. "I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair." Sam said. "And I ventilated him?" Dean asked. "Yeah. You thought there was something inside him." Sam said. "What, a demon? Was he possessed?" Dean asked. "I don't know." Sam replied.

"Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow... so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?" Dean asked. "No. Nothing, you just plugged him, that's it." Sam said. "Well, I'm sure I had a good reason." Dean said.

"I sure hope so." Sam muttered. "What does that mean?" Dean asked, but Sam doesn't give a reply. "I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man." Dean said, Sam raises his eyebrows. "I wouldn't!" Dean exclaimed. "I never said you would!" Sam exclaimed. "Fine!" Dean spat. "Fine!" Sam spat back.

"Hey, let's not get at each other's throats okay? We don't know what this vision even means yet. So let's just find the guy in the chair and see what's what." I said, trying to ease the tension in here. "Fine." Dean growled. "Fine." Sam grumbled. I look between them worried. "Fine." I muttered and we continue down the road in silence.

We drove into the town in the morning, past a large billboard advertising Crater Lake. We pull up in front of a wooden shop, looking around we saw an older man cleaning a rifle in front of one of the shops. Sam nudges Dean and points to the man. "He was there." He whispered, we got out of the Impala and approach him. "Morning." Dean said to the man.

"Good morning. Can I help you?" The man asked us. "Yeah." Dean replied and we pulled out our badges. "Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, and Kate Bush. U.S. Marshals." He said. "What's this about?" The man asked, looking between us, confused.

"We're looking for someone." I said. "A young man, early twenties. He'd have a, a thin scar right below his hairline." Sam described. "What'd he do?" The man asked, concerned. "Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us." Sam explained.

"Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet." Dean said, glancing down to the tattoo on the man's left arm. "I think maybe you know who he is... Master Sergeant." He said, causing the man to smile, curiously, Dean smiles back. "My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal." He said.

"What company?" The man asked. "Echo-2-1." Dean replied. "So can you help us?" Sam asked him, the man hesitates for a moment. "Duane Tanner's got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean." He said.

"Oh, I'm sure he does. Um. You know where he lives?" Dean asked. "With his family, up Aspen Way." The man replied, nodding towards the street. "Thank you." I said to the man and we left.

We across the street, where Sam bumps into a telephone pole and glances at it in passing. He stops, seeing carved into the wood was a single word:

CROATOAN

"Hey." He said to Dean and I. We approach the pole and Sam points at the word with a significant look. "Croatoan?" I said, questionably. "Yeah." Sam replied, Dean and I stared at him blankly.