Supernatural fanfic 5/3/17 - 1/2/18

Book Dragon

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Words: 688

Warnings: asshole in a bar.

A/N: this is my entry for Tay's Cheesy Pickup Line challenge. 

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You dumped the salt over the body idly watching Sam and Dean run from the spirit you were hunting.

"Y/N hurry up!" Dean yelled shooting the enraged spirit. "I can't hold her off forever!"

You glanced at him while pouring gasoline down into the hole. "You seem to be doing a pretty good job." You called watching him shoot the ghost again.

"Not funny Y/N!" He shouted. "Light the damn thing already!"

Fishing the matches from your pocket you stuck the match, smiling as it lit on your first try.

"Y/N!" Sam hollered. "Just do it!"

You dropped the match in watching the bones and spirit burn. Dean dropped to the ground panting. You grinned. "You should run more often."

Dean shook his head, picking up his gun and the bag and walking to the Impala while you started filling in the hole.

You wrapped the towel tighter around yourself as you stepped out of the bathroom. Digging through your bag you pulled out leggings and a tank top. Dressing quickly you knocked on Deans door. Your bag slung over your shoulder.

"You ready?" You called.

"Yeah." Dean opened his door, his bag already packed and hanging from his hand. "Let's go."

"Three beers, please." You told the bartender when he came over. You glanced around.

"Here." the glass bottle clinked on the counter.

"Thanks." You grabbed the bottles, weaving through the people, you headed to the table where the boys were sitting.

You slid in next to Sam pushing a beer over to Dean and handing Sam his.

"Here's to another ghost dead. Again." Dean raised his beer.

You grinned raising your beer.

Sam smiled taking a drink. "This is quite good." He commented. "Y/N don't tell me you got the expensive kind."

You grinned, pulling out your book and setting it on the table to read.

"Book worm." Dean grunted getting up and walking to the bar where he had caught a pretty girls eye.

"It's book Dragon." You called after him. "Not worm!"

Sam shook his head, before going back to his own book.

You finished the last of your beer looking around for Sam and Dean. Spotting Sam at the bar, you watched a girl try to flirt with him, though he was clearly not interested. Standing you tucked your book into your bag. Weaving through the crowd you made your way to the bar, sitting a few chairs from Sam. Watching Sam you didn't notice the man sit next to you.

"Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?" A voice asked in your ear. Turning you looked the man over.

"There's an airport nearby." You told him.

"If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber." he giggled at his joke.

"I'm not interested." You told him turning away.

His hand slid over your back resting on your ass. "Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass."

"I told you I'm not interested!" You yelled tears pricking the corners of your eyes. A circle of silence surrounded you.

"Ma'am is this man bothering you?" The bartender asked gently.

You nodded tears trickling down your cheeks.

"Sir I need to ask you to leave." The bartender took him by the arm, ignoring his struggles.

"You okay Y/N?" Sam asked. You nodded letting him pull you into an embrace.

"Thanks." You pulled back as the bartender came back.

"Are you alright Miss?" he asked you.

"Thank you." You told him gratefully.

He smiled, going back to work.

"Come on." Sam looped his arm over your shoulder. "Let's get you home."

"Thank you Sammy." You said sincerely.

Sam smiled. "I'm glad just glad you're okay."

"You did the right thing back there." he said after you had walked in silence for a while.

"Hmm?" You asked.

"Making a fuss. Crying." He looked down at you from his greater height. "It gets people's attention. Lets them know that something's up."

You nodded leaning into him as you walked.

"I love you Sam." you whispered.

"Love you too lil' sis."