Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Gripped You Tight & Raised You From Perdition

Warning: There's a bit of light smut in this chapter.

We arrived at the psychic's house and Bobby knocks on the door which was opened by a woman in her thirties. "Bobby!" She exclaimed, grabbing him into a hug and lifting him briefly off the ground. The boys and I share a look. "You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby said to the woman.

The woman steps back and looks the boys and I up and down appraisingly. "So, these the boys and your girl huh? About time you introduced me to her." She said, smiling at me.

"(Name), Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state." Bobby introduced us. "Hey." Dean said, flirtatiously. "Hi." Sam and I said, awkwardly.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual." Pamela said, turning her smile onto Dean. "If you say so." Dean replied, smirking.

I mean... I got out of hell too but whatever.

"Come on in." Pamela said, ushering us inside and closing the door behind us. "So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked her. "Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why." Pamela replied.

"So what's next?" I asked. "A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed." Pamela said. "You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here." Bobby said, worried. "No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal." Pamela said, walking down the hallway. "I'm game." Dean said.

We follow Pamela into a room, where she spread a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. The boys and I look at it warily. Dean cocks his head as Pamela squats in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads: Jesse Forever

"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked, curious. Pamela laughs. "Well, it wasn't forever." She replied, looking over her shoulder. "His loss." Dean said, smirking. Pamela stands with several pillar candles in her hands, stopping in front of Dean with a smirk. "Might be your gain." She said, flirtatiously.

As she passes by, Dean turns to Sam and lowers his voice. "Dude, I am so in." He whispered. "Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive." Sam replied, also whispering. "Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it." Dean said. Pamela then comes by again, to Sam with a wink. "You're invited too, grumpy." She said.

I felt an incredible rush of anger fill my body. "Oh I..." Sam started to say. "Yeah, I don't think so." I growled at her and Pamela turn to me with a smile. "What? You want in too?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "I don't mind sharing." She said. For God's sake, I am so tired of this!

"What I want is for slutty women like you, that have such little self-respect that your just itching to get in someone else's pants, to stop flirting with me and my man!" I growled, this anger just completely consuming me.

Pamela look back at me surprised. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you two were..." She started to say, but I didn't want to hear any of it.

"Well, now you do. So why don't you back off, before I send you to hell. Dragging you down there myself!" I threaten, leaning in close to Pamela's face. "I'm pretty familiar with the way." I growled, narrowing my eyes at her.

Pamela nodded, frighten by my threat and step back, quickly turning around and walking away. Once she was gone, I felt the anger leave my body and I was left stunned by own actions.

I turn to Sam and Dean, seeing they were looking at me shock. I stare back at them sheepishly, unsure of what to do. "That was incredibly hot." Dean muttered to Sam and I felt my face burning up, surprised.

I look at Sam, who nodded. "It was pretty hot." He said and my face heated up even more, with it now rising to the tips of my ears. I grab the hood on my jacket and pull it up onto my head, holding it down tightly and turning away, to hide my face.