Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

99 Problems

It was just supposed to be an easy case, but there were so many more demons than we thought. Sam got hurt and we were force to flee for our lives. Dean was speeding the Impala down a dark road, the demon hot on our tail.

I lean froward in the backseat pressing a cloth over Sam's wound on his shoulder. "Drive faster, Dean." I said. "I can't!" Dean exclaimed, and Sam let's out a painful gasp. "Are you okay?" Dean asked, taking a quick glance at his brother. "I'm amazing." Sam replied.

"You ever seen that many?" I asked the boys. "No. No way, not in one place." Sam said. "What the hell?" Dean asked, and he makes a sharp turn that leads straight to a fiery barricade.

Dean slams on the breaks and the Impala screeches to a stop. "Damn it!" Dean growled, switching gears and attempting to turn us around. But the demons caught up and smashed the windows, attempting to drag us out of the car.

Suddenly, three people in a water truck appear and turn the hose on them. The demons screech and hollered in pain, letting us go. As the demons sizzle, one of the group recites an Enochian exorcism into a megaphone and the demons immediately smoke out.

The boys and I breath heavily, staring at the people that saved us, stunned. "Well that's something you don't see every day." Dean said, and we open our doors, getting out of the car to greet the group. "You three alright?" Megaphone guy asked us.

"Peachy." Dean replied. "Be careful. It's... dangerous around here." The man said, turning to leave. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait." I said. "No need to thank us." He said, continuing to walk back to his truck.

"No, hold up a sec! Who are you?" I asked, and the man stops, turning back to look at us. "We're the Sacrament Lutheran Militia." He replied. "I'm sorry... the what?" Dean asked. "I hate to tell you this, but those were demons and this is the Apocalypse. So... buckle up." The man said, and we stared at him, speechless.

Not long after, Dean opens the trunk and shows the group the hidden compartment full of our weapons. "Looks like we're in the same line of business." Sam said to the group. "And among colleagues. That's a police-issued shotgun. That truck is, uh... inspired. Where'd you guys pick up all this crap?" Dean asked.

"You know you pick things up along the way." A young man name Paul said. "Guys, come on. This whole corner of the state is nuts with demon omens. We just want to help. That's all." I assured them.

"We're on the same team here. Just talk to us." Sam said, and the men exchanged thoughtful looks. "Follow us." Megaphone guy who's name Rob, said.

We follow the men back to their town that look more like a small military base than a town. "Dylan, it's a church. Headphones off." A woman said to I'm guessing her son. "Yes, mom." Dylan grumbled, heading inside. The boys and I follow the men inside the church where there seem to be a ceremony already going on.

I glance around the church seeing ever man was holding a shotgun. "Who would have thought the Apocalypse could be so romantic? Marriage, family... it's a blessing. Especially in times like this. So hold on to that." The pastor said.

"Wedding?" Sam whispered then scoffs. "Seriously?" He asked. "Yeah. We've had eight so far this week." Paul said. The wedding soon concluded and everyone stood outside throwing confetti in the air for the newlywed couple. "Congratulations! Yay!" The crowd cheered.

"So Rob tells me you three hunt demons." The pastor said, coming over to stand next to us. "Uh... yes sir." Sam replied, and I notice the pastor had a gun in it's holster strap to his leg.

"You missed a few." The pastor said. "Yeah. Tell us about it. Any idea why they're here?" Sam asked, and the pastor shakes his head. "They sure seem to like us, though. Follow me, folks." He said, walking back into the church.