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“Wow, I know we didn’t spend a lot of time together back when we met, but your tact is all coming back to me now,” you said with a laugh, situating your phone between your shoulder and your ear.
“Is that a yes?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, the thing is–”
“We saved your ass,” Dean interjected, and you heard Sam say his name in the background, reprimanding. You took a breath, fighting the urge to both laugh and roll your eyes.
“There’s that tact again,” you said. “No, the thing is, you did save my ass and I stand by saying I owe you one. I’m just wondering why you’re calling it in on this. Seems like something you two could handle on your own.”
There was silence on the other end for a bit, long enough that you pulled your phone away to make sure you were still connected.
“Y/N?” Sam’s voice finally came through.
“Sam?” you replied with a smile.
“You’re right; we probably could handle this on our own,” he said.
“What the hell, man?” Dean asked.
“But,” Sam continued louder, ignoring Dean, “I think we were both just hoping to work with you again. It’s not that often to find other hunters we can trust. Or who we like.”
You chewed your lip, letting them sit in the silence this time.
“I guess I don’t have much else going on right now,” you finally said, unconcerned at the smile they probably heard in your voice. “Maybe this time I can save you two.”
Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.
Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).
A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)
Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.
“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.