Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Bedtime Stories

Dean raced the Impala down a road as it rains outside. "I don't understand, guys. Why not?" Sam asked, angrily. "Because I said so." Dean growled. "We got the Colt now!" Sam exclaimed. "Sam..." I said, exasperated.

"We can summon the Crossroads Demon..." Sam tried to say. "We're not summoning anything." Dean said. "...pull the gun on her, and force her to let you guys out of the deal!" Sam continue to say. "We don't even know if that'll work!" I shouted.

"Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!" Sam shouted back. "We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching us right now is a bunch of 'if's' and 'maybes' and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!" Dean shouted at him, angrily.

"And if we don't screw with it, you and (Name) die!" Sam exclaimed. "Sam, enough! We're not going to have this conversation." Dean said, firmly. "Why, because you said so?" Sam asked. "YES, BECAUSE I SAID SO!" Dean screamed at him.

"Well you're not Dad!" Sam spat and silence fell over us, as the two brothers looked at each other. "No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me?" Dean shouted and they continued to stare at each other, angrily.

Sam turns away and looks out the window. He looks angry but isn't saying anything. "Tell us about the psychotic killer." I said, trying to ease the tense in here but Sam doesn't say anything.

"C'mon, Sam, tell us about the psychotic killer." I repeated and Sam grabs a paper from his lap. "Psychotic killer... rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity." He reads monotonously. "Okay, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?" Dean asked.

"No. But the lunar cycle's right. Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month." Sam explained. "Two days, no sweat." Dean said, stepping on the gas and speeding up.

The boys and I held up our fake badges, at Kyle's hospital. We close our badges and return them to our suit pockets. Kyle, the soul survivor of the attack, lies in a hospital bed with bandages and scrapes. "I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page, and Detective Basil. We're with the County Sheriff's Department." Dean said.

"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you." Kyle said. "You have?" I asked. "All morning. You are the sketch artists, right?" He asked, Sam and I exchanged a look. "Absolutely." Dean replied. "Yeah." Sam muttered. "Hmm-Hmm." I hummed, nodding.

"Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen...." Dean said, laughing and pointing to Sam, who glares back at him. "But listen before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?" I asked Kyle.

"I-I have no idea. I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just... stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running." Kyle explained.

"'Kay." Sam said and sighs. "Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember." He said, pulling out a small notebook and pen from his pocket to start sketching.

"Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall..." Kyle said. "Six feet..." Sam repeated as he draws. "Dark hair..." Kyle said as Dean and I peek at Sam's sketch. "Uhm, what, what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?" Sam asked.

"Maybe.... blue?" Kyle replied. "Blue?" Sam asked. "It was dark." Kyle said. "Did they seem..." Dean started to say, stopping his clear his throat. "Uh, animal-ish?" He asked. "Excuse me?" Kyle asked, confused.

"What about his teeth? You notice anything... strange about 'em?" I asked Kyle, who shook his head. "No, they were just teeth." He said. "Teeth, okay." Sam muttered. "How about his fingernails?" Dean asked.