Characters -Sam X Reader, Dean, Cas, Jack. Word Count - 850. A/N - Based during 13X06 so mild spoiler alert no real mention of what happens in the episode just where they are.
Honestly, all you wanted to do was sleep, you wanted to get to bed and sleep for a few days yet Cas was back and you had another hunt to go on. You were in the bunker for probably 10 minutes before you were back in the Impala, you were sat in the back between Sam and Jack, your head resting on Sam’s shoulder as you began to fall asleep.
“You comfortable?” Sam whispered looking down at you his hair tickled your forehead as he watched you.
“Not really but I’ll be fine.” You mumbled as you opened your eyes.
“Come here.” Sam pulled you into his lap and rested your head in the crook of his neck, you instantly settled into his arms as he wrapped them around you.
“Thanks, Sammy.” You felt yourself falling asleep faster now with the warmth of Sam’s chest and the motion of the Impala.
“What have I missed?” Cas’ voice pulled you from the edge of sleep as Dean laughed.
“Not much Cas.” Sam’s voice was low avoiding waking you.
“Sam are you and Y/N together?” Cas questioned as you heard him turn in his seat.
A/N: Dean x Reader drabble with the prompt: “Remind me to kill you, please.” Word count is around 750.
"So I think we should split up. Sam talks to the wife again, you and I go to the morgue, figure out who’s the witch. Whaddya say?“
You took a deep breath in, then replied. "No.”
“What you mean no?”
“I mean no. Does it have multiple meanings? Just no.”
Dean was already frowning at you, at least 3 questions readable on his face. What? Why? And “What’s wrong with you?”
You shrugged. “Nothing is wrong with me. I just don’t give a damn. The wife, the victim, the morgue… It’s so boring. The guy’s dead. Rest in peace. Who the fuck cares?”
Oh great. Now his eyes were wide. Perfect. More boring stuff on the way.
“Come again?” He asked.
You groaned loudly, wishing to be anywhere but that stupid motel room. “God, can you go away and leave me alone? No, you know what, I’ll go. Somewhere fun where you can’t bother me,” you decided, standing up, and making a beeline for his keys.
But he was fast on his feet, grabbing them before you could, and looking at you as if you had dropped his pie or smashed his car, which was the worst way of them all. “Okay, something is seriously wrong with you, like on a deeper level. The victim’s wife, what’d she do to you?”
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Boss Lady Ellen is preparing to have her heart broken by Alan Gratz’s Refugee
Code Switch’s Karen Grigsby Bates has Reni Eddo-Lodges Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race. “She’s an Afro-British blogger who writes a lot about
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Intern Holly has Eileen Myles’ classic novel Chelsea Girls. “It’s
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PCHH pal Jessica Reedy says Weike Wang’s Chemistry is “a WONDERFUL book.”
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