This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week #4. The prompt is “Your supposed to talk me out of this.”
A/N: I was almost gonna skip this one, but them an idea popped into my head today. Here goes!
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader
“I’m not going.” You said stubbornly. "I don’t care how many times I get possessed. I’m not doing it. You can’t make me.”
Life as a hunter was not without its share of injuries. You had been slashed, cut, burned, and hit so many times you had lost count. You cleaned up and moved on. That’s what hunters did.
But a bad experience with a tetanus shot as a kid had left you with a deathly fear of needles. It was ridiculous really. Sam and Dean had stitched you up many times, and you barely flinched. But get a flu shot? No freaking way!
You had been hunting with the Winchesters for about a year now, and sleeping with Sam for about half of that. They both knew you didn’t like shots, but they had no idea how phobic you were until a hunt went wrong and you were possessed. Then your dirty little secret was exposed.