My first fan-fic, so bare with me for any grammatical errors and the like. If you enjoy this, please leave a comment telling me how I can improve this or how much you like it, I value your opinions. Now please enjoy my Supernatural x Reader x Cas. P.S. Cas won't appear 'till later, so just enjoy the Spn x Reader for a while.
I hopped into my Impala, started the car, and headed down south. Sam and Dean had called me in New Mexico, seconds after exorcising a poltergeist, saying they needed an extra hand on a case they caught wind of. Apparently, there was a slew of dead and drained bodies. Vamp nest, obviously. But this one was different, there hearts were also missing, before death it seems. They think that maybe the vamps are teaming up with some werewolves in the area, probably because they’re after the same thing: humans. So, I hit the fastest highway to New Orleans. Cranking the volume up on the radio, Lynard Skynard’s “Down South Jukin’” started playing. Driving down the road, I began to think about Dean and Sam. They have been there for me since I lost my family in an accident as a teenager. He and Sam were like brothers to me, I’ll never forget how they helped me out of sticky situations as a teenager and a hunter. Ah, I kind of miss the old days. As the clouds grew darker, my eyelids grew heavier. I decided to pull to the side of the road for a quick nap. I think I deserved a break, no matter how short it is.
My phone buzzed loudly under my head, “ACK!” I bolt up-right and hit my head on the ceiling. “Hello?” I said groggily into the phone. “(y/n)? Did I wake you up?” Sam asked on the other end. “No, no. I was just about to stop for some food...wait, what time is it?” I asked. “Um...about eleven-thirty at night.” He wouldn’t have called this late unless it was something important. “What’s up Sammy, something wrong?” Concerned slipped its way into my voice. “Yeah, another body. When are you gonna get here?” He grew a bit worried himself. I glanced out the window, looks like I made it to Texas. “Maybe late tomorrow, anything you guys need before I get there?” I asked starting the car up and getting back on the road. “No, just get here fast and safe.” Sam told me before hanging up. “Bye then.” I toss my phone onto the passenger side seat. It was going to be a long drive, so I popped in a mix tape of all my favorite songs, starting with Kanas’ “Carry On MyWayward Son”. Rolling down the windows, I sang at the top of my lungs.
Hours passed by and I finally made it to Louisiana. A sign passed, “New Orleans 80 miles” I got to the address close to four and met up with Sam and Dean at a small shop in the marketplace. It was a little bakery and they just pulled out a freshly made apple pie. Dean and I exchange a look. “Can I get a slice?” We said in unison. Sam face-palmed and let out a small chuckle, “I can’t believe you two.” He looked up just in time to see us both stuffing our faces with hot pie. “I WHIN!” I yelled, with my mouth full, at Dean who had to chug some water. “You cheated!” He retorted. “It’s a pie eating contest, you can’t cheat.” I nagged at him. After we finished our late lunch, we walked through the marketplace and caught up on the case. “They’ve been killing petty criminals and a few homeless people.” Sam hands me his file on the case. Gory photos are scattered inside, along with some information on the victims. “Anything I can do to help, just tell me.” I hand Sam back the folder. “Thanks (y/n), we knew we could count on you to help.” Sam gave my back a pat and a small side hug. I spotted a guy painted, head to toe, gold. He was carrying a football and looked like he was running, but he was just standing there. The things people do in New Orleans for money.