Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Wishful Thinking

(Name's) P.O.V
The boys and I were at a bar, sitting at a table, with Dean downing shots. "It just doesn't make any sense, guys. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you both remembered Hell if you didn't?" Sam asked.

"Maybe because he's a dick. Might have something to do with it." Dean said, while I continue to look down at my food, eating. "Maybe, but he's still an angel." Sam said.

"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what..." Dean said, stopping himself as a waiter comes up to our table. "Radical. What else can I get you guys?" He asked, cheerfully.

"Uh, I think we're good." Sam replied. "Yeah?" The waiter asked. "Yeah." I said, slightly looking up. "You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?" He asked, looking between the three of us. "No, no, we're... we're still good." Dean said, and the waiter nodded. "Okay, awesome." He said, and walked off.

"Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?" Dean said, as soon as the waiter was gone. "Right." Sam said, continuing to look at us suspicious. "What?" Dean asked him.

"Okay. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under." Sam said, staring at us intently and I drop my gaze back onto my food. "Both of you." He said, firmly.

I bit the bottom of my lip, nervously and lifted my head to look at him again. "I don't remember a thing from my time down under. I don't remember, Sam!" Dean growled.

Sam look at him for a moment, then moved his eyes onto me. As soon as our eyes met I couldn't hold my nerve and I look back down at my food. "Look, guys, I just want to help." Sam said. "You know everything we do. Okay? That's all there is." Dean growled.

Before Sam could say anything our waiter came back up to our table. "Outstanding. Dessert time? Huh? Am I right?" He asked us, grinning. "Dude." Dean grumbled. "Listen, bros and gal. You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme." The waiter said.

"Uh, no extremities, please. Just the..." Sam started to say. "Check? All right, awesome." The waiter said, dropping our check on the table and walking off again. "Thanks." Sam said to him as he leaves.

"All right, so, where do we go from here?" Dean asked Sam, who looks between him and I for a moment. Finally he sighs in defeat and took out his laptop. "I'm not sure. Uh, looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see." He said.

"That's good news for once." I said. "Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out." Sam said, flipping his laptop around for us to see the article he had pulled up.

"Uh... Up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility." He said, and Dean chokes on his beer. He sets his glass down and fumbles to take out his wallet. "The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs. I can see you're very interested." Sam said.

"Women, showers. We got to save these people." Dean said, taking out some crash and tossing it on the check. Dean went to use the bathroom before leaving, while Sam and I went out to the Impala. I went to open the backseat door when Sam place his hand on the door, to stop me.

I pause for a moment, staring at his hand before slowly turning to look up at him. "I thought we agreed, there was no reason for us to lie and keep secrets from each other." Sam said.

"Oh, we did?" I asked, in a little bit of a snarky tone. Sam look taken aback by my tone, but then shook his head. "Y-yeah, we did. After the whole rougarou business." He reminded me.