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Supernatural- Winchesters X Reader [2]

Title: Manhunt
Prompt: A seemingly normal hunt takes the form of something much more sinister.
Warnings: Violence, swearing, gore.
Spoilers: None
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Baby's wheels rolled smoothly against the tarmac road. Steve Plunkett's Too Hot to Stop blasted through the radio, lighting up your face with a bright smile as you tapped along to the beat. Dean nodded his head along with you, badly singing along. His smile was wide and genuine.

The song finished and left the two of you out of breath from singing. "That's a classic," you stated.

"You better believe it," Dean replied, pulling up to the Bunker. The two of you walked inside with bags of booze and burgers and even more booze.
"Guess who's back?" You announced loudly.
"The dream team, I presume?" Sam looked up at you from his laptop. His feet were propped up on the chair beside him in the library; facing you.

"Yeah, good answer," Dean chuckled, approaching Sam and dumping a bag on the table. "One bag of rabbit food, exclusively for you."

"Thanks."

"So," you pulled a red apple from another bag and rubbed it clean on your shirt before collapsing in the seat opposite Sam. "Any cases for us?" You took a rich bite from your fruit, relishing in the juicy flavour.

"Yeah, actually. Check this out." Sam began typing on his laptop and brought up a web page. He turned it to face you and waited for you to begin reading it out. Dean walked around and leaned over the back of your chair.

"Oh my God," you breathed. "Four guys and girls dead in Denver, Colorado. Eaten to the bone." You looked for a picture. "Oh, that's grizzly." You quickly looked away.

"It's, uh, not the nicest picture in the album, that's for sure." Dean made a move of holding his stomach.
"Hold onto your breakfast, Winchester." You patted his arm and stood up, hurriedly finishing your apple before throwing away the core.

"Okay!" You clapped your hands together. "What do ya say we leave in ten?"
"I'm game," Dean stood up and headed to his room to pack.

"Sam? You comin'?"

"Why not?"

[#^¬^#]

Upon arriving at the motel, the three of you headed inside to book a room. The receptionist looked just about ready to crash for the night-- that is, until she caught a glimpse of Sam and Dean. Her posture immediately changed as well as her entire demeanour. "What can I do for you boys?" She leaned over the counter and boasted silently about her cleavage.
"Hi," Dean greeted a tad too warmly. "Is there a room with three beds on offer?" He slipped a wink and a smirk her way.

The receptionist checked the records. "Well, there is one room, but I wouldn't recommend it to people who get squeamish around creepy crawlies."
You exchanged nervous glances with Sam. "Are there any other rooms available?" he asked.

"There is another one, in much better condition but with one less bed. On the bright side, there is a couch," she explained.
"Done." Dean said within a heartbeat.

On the way to the room, you couldn't help but complain. "Damn." At first, you thought of bitching about the receptionist to the two, but then suddenly decided otherwise. "If I don't get out of these shoes soon I'm gonna hop on someone's back."

"We're here now anyway, so stop your complaining." He unlocked the door with the key and was knocked back by the unusual scent.

"Son of a bitch," he breathed.

"Eugh."

The three of you walked in and dumped your duffel bags one after another on the chair closest to the door. "I'll take the couch," you said, falling face first onto said furniture.