Simple Salt and Burn
Summary: The reader and her hunting friends run into another group of hunters while on a seemingly simple salt and burn.
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Benny, OFC: Lee, Manda, Arryn
Pairing: Dean x Reader and a bunch of others
Word Count: 2300+
Warnings: swearing, sass, crack
A/N: I’ve been on Tumblr for about six months and in that time I’ve been lucky enough to meet some very lovely people. A few of them have become close friends and this fic is for three of them @wheresthekillswitch @pinknerdpanda @arryn-nyxx
Ladies it has been four months since we started our little chats and at this point I can’t picture my life without you! This idea has been in my brain for a while and, thanks to my abundant excitement for Wayward Sisters, I finally got it out! Yay!
This is unbeta’d so please be gentle.
“Y/N are you pouting? Lee flicks her eyes to the rear view mirror, waiting for Y/N to look up.
“No,” Y/N grumbles.
“She’s pissed she lost again,” Manda laughs, next to Lee.
“It’s stupid, anyway. How does paper beat rock?”
“You’ll win eventually,” Arryn pats Y/N’s arm.
“How ‘bout I let you pick the music?” Lee offers.
Y/N perks up. “Really?”
“Sure.” Lee lifts her shoulders keeping her hands on the wheel, just as Manda and Arryn yell, “No!”
“Rick Astley!” Y/N grabs at the auxiliary cord.
“I take it back!” Lee says.
“Too late, bitches!” Y/N laughs as she scrolls through her phone.
This is why “Never Gonna Give You Up” is blasting when the four women pull up to the abandoned house.
“You couldn’t have been in a Breaking Benjamin mood?” Lee grumbles as they climb out of the Jeep.
Y/N laughs then turns to Arryn and asks, “So what’s the deal with this place again?”
“Standard haunting,” Arryn says. “Mostly people running away, scared out of their minds, but some have gone missing. Simple salt and burn and then beer.”
They chuckle as Manda opens the back of the Jeep. Rifling through until she finds her pistol, putting it in the waist of her jeans before grabbling another. She passes it to Arryn while Y/N grabs a shot gun.
“That’s so impractical, Y/N,” Manda says. “You have to reload all the time.”
“Lucky for me I’m fast.” Y/N grins, adding rounds to her hip pack, “Besides, bigger salt dispersal diameter,” she says, dropping it against her shoulder.
“You just need to be a better shot, Y/N,” Arryn teases.
Manda shakes her head as she hands Lee a crowbar. “And you could use a gun sometime, you know?”
“What does she need a gun for?” Arryn chimes in.
“Yeah, her entire body is a weapon,” Y/N adds, laughing.
“Alright, let’s go.” Lee starts off and the other three trail after her.
Every footfall elicits a crack or a creak from the dilapidated porch as they make their way to the front door. Lee kicks it in and the four women file inside.
“Teams of two. Y/N you’re with me, c’mon.” Lee starts up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
“You don’t have to run everywhere,” Y/N calls after her.
“Start on the main floor?” Manda asks.
“Lead the way.” Arryn cuts the air with her flattened hand.