Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

No Exit

"No, not yet." Sam said, then runs his reader over the light switch, it purrs. He leans over. "What's that?" He asked. "What?" Dean asked, And we walked over to see black goo leaking out of a uncovered outlet. Sam touches the goo. "Holy crap." He said.

I touch the goo, looking at the drop on my fingers. "That's ectoplasm." I said. "Well, guys, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man." Dean said, Sam rolled his eyes. I look at Dean and wipe my finger off on his jacket sleeve, he looks at me offended.

"Dean, I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit." Sam said. "All right, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls." Dean said.

We exit the apartment and walk down the hallway, until we hears voices, making us hide around a corner. I frown when I realizes the woman's voice belongs to Jo. "It's so convenient." She said. "Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished, too." The landlord said.

"It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place." Jo said. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked Jo, stepping out of hiding. "There you are, honey." Jo said.

Jo walked right pass me and grabbed Dean around the waist. "This is my boyfriend Dean, his buddy Sam, and his girlfriend (Name)." Jo said, smirking at me. I glared back at her, completely red in the face as my heart does it's usual panic feeling thing.

"Good to meetcha. Quite a gal you've got here." The landlord said to Dean, shaking his hand. "Oh yeah, she's a pistol." Dean said, smacking Jo on the butt. "So, did you already check out that apartment? The one for rent." Jo said to Dean, ignoring my death stares.

"Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Heh. Great flow." Dean said. "How'd you get in?" The landlord asked him. "It was open." Dean replied. "Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?" Jo asked the landlord. "Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stick me for the rent." Ed replied.

"Well. Her loss, our gain! 'Cause if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me." Jo said. "Oh, sweetie." Dean said, smacking her again. "We'll take it." Jo said, pulling out a wad of cash, handing it to Ed.

We got in to the apartment and lay out the weapons we got from the trunk. "I'll flip you for the sofa." Jo said. "Does your mother even know you're here?" Dean asked her. "Told her I was going to Vegas." She replied. "You think she's gonna buy that?" I asked. "I'm not an idiot. I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos." Jo said.

"You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either." Dean said. "Well, I am. So untwist your boxers and deal with it." Jo spat. "Where'd you get all that money from, anyways?" Sam asked her. "Working, at the Roadhouse." Jo replied. "Hunters don't tip that well." I said. "Well, they aren't that good at poker, either." She said.

Dean's phone then starts ringing. "Yeah." He said when he answered it. "Oh, hi Ellen." Dean said, shooting Jo a warning look. Jo ran over to him as Dean holds the phone back to speak to her. "I'm telling her." He said and the two of them have a furious, muttered argument.

"I haven't seen her." Dean said into the phone, losing the muttering argument. "Yeah, I'm sure." He said, glaring at Jo. "Absolutely." He said and after a moment he hangs up the phone, Jo grins cheerfully.

"We're so dead." I mumbled. If the angry spirit doesn't kill us, Ellen sure will when she figures out Dean lied to her.

Later, Dean is pacing, Jo sitting at the table with blueprints spread out. Sam sat at the end of the table next to her, while I sat across from her. "This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago." Jo explained as she flips a small knife around.