Charles Manson after his arrest at Barker Ranch, in October 1969
Manson and others were arrested after a police raid at Barker Ranch. The motive for the raid was the fact that him some members of the “family” had set fire to an earth moving equipment in the Death Valley area. Manson was found inside the house hiding in a cabinet under the sink by an officer who had gone to use the bathroom. By this time authorities still hadn’t linked them to the Tate/La Bianca murders.
Imagine you and Sam are on a hunt, dealing with some personal issues regarding your on-again-off-again romance, when disaster threatens to ruin everything. ***Re-post from my old SPN Tumblr!!!*** Request for @bitchfacedmoose
Sam x Reader
Fluff, Adventure, Feels!
It had been a long day, and it looked
like it was going to be an even longer night. You’d shown up at this
creepy old house this morning, after learning about the three bodies
found here the previous week. All teenagers, all stabbed to death.
You had been here, poking around to no avail all damned day, when you
heard tires crunching outside. You deftly pressed yourself against
the wall, peering to your side out the window. A familiar black
Impala had pulled up outside. You let out a long sigh. The
It wasn’t that you disliked the
brothers. Quite the opposite- they had come in handy quite a few
times in the past when your paths had crossed. In fact, over the last
few years, it seemed you’d made a sort of habit out of saving each
others asses. But you didn’t expect them to show up today, of all
days. You’d been on the road for three days, you looked like hell,
and you weren’t in the mood for company. Even Sam Winchesters
company, which you admitted you’d freely enjoyed on multiple
You stalked down the winding staircase,
and threw the front door open. Both brothers were startled, and
hastily threw up their shotguns and aimed them at the now open door.
Squinting, Sam lowered his, recognition slowly registering in his
“Now now, boys, that’s no way to
greet an old friend.” You sauntered out onto the sagging
wrap-around porch. Dean lowered his gun as well.
“Y/N.” Sam murmured. You nodded at
him. “It’s been a while.”
“Yes. It has.” It had been a
while. Six months at least, and a few even since you’d lost contact.
You’d wondered why he’d stopped texting, but contact was always
shoddy with the burner phones you hunters were always carrying and
A wide smile spread across Dean’s face.
“Good to see ya!” He approached you, wrapping his arms around you
and picking you up in a warm hug. “Gorgeous as always!”