Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Tall Tales

"Who knows? I mean, he was tenured, wife and kids. His book is like a really big deal. Then again..." Jen said and leans in conspiratorially. "Who's to say it was suicide?" She asked and Curtis scoffs. "Jen, come on." He said.

"Well, what else could it be?" (Name) asked, pretending to be surprised "Well, you know about Crawford Hall?" Jen said. "No, we don't, actually." Sam replied. "It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend." Curtis said. "Yeah well, Heather's mom went to school here, and she knew the girl?" Jen said, Sam and (Name) exchanged a look.

"Wait, what girl?" Sam asked. "Thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off, she jumped out the window and killed herself." Jen explained. "You know her name?" (Name) asked. "No. But they say she jumped from room six-six-nine. Get it? You turn the nine upside down?" Jen asked, the pair nodded while Curtis laughs.

"So now she haunts the building. And anyone who sees her? They don't live to tell the tale." Jen said. "Well if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?" Curtis asked. "Curtis! Shut up!" Jen said, playfully slapping him arms.

"You know what, uh... Thanks a lot guys. Excuse us." Sam said, taking the record and standing up with (Name). As they walk away, Sam looks at (Name), who smiles up at him, adorably. Sam chuckles softly, and gave her a warm smile back.

Elsewhere in the bar, Dean was taking shots of dark bluish-purple liquid. He slams all three in succession as Sam and (Name) approach. "Dean. Dean, what are you drinking?" Sam asked him and Dean burps before answering. "I don't know, man, I think they're called purple nurples?" He said.

"Okay, well listen. I think maybe we should go check out the professor's office." (Name) said. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no I can't right now, I've got some feisty little wildcat on the hook, I'm about to – zzzzp – reel her in. I'll introduce you guys." Dean said, nodding to the woman behind him.

Sam and (Name) look at a sloppy drunk, heavily made up blonde girl, wearing fishnet stockings and a tight miniskirt. "Dean..." Sam said, exasperated. (Name) puffed her cheeks out, with an adorably annoyed look her face.

"Starla! Starla, hey. These are my shuttle co-pilots. Major Tom and Major Forester. Major Tom and Forester, Starla." Dean said, introducing them as Starla draped an arm around Dean. "Enchanté." She said. "Hi." The two greeted her, unsure.

Starla gags, covering her mouth, then looks up grinning. Sam looks really skeptical and dubious. (Name) moved her lips to one side, still looking just plan adorable from how Sam sees it.

"Sorry. Just trying to keep my liquor down!" Starla said, laughing. "Yeah! Good job." Dean said to her, then turns confidentially to Sam. "Hey. Good news. She's got a sister." He said, leaning back into Starla's arm again, both of them grinning suggestively.

Present Day
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute." Dean said, stopping Sam. "What?" Sam asked, confused. "Come on, dude, that's not how it happened." Dean growled. "No? So you never drank a purple nurple?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, maybe that, but I don't say things like 'feisty little wildcat'. And her name wasn't Starla." Dean said, offended. "Then what was it?" (Name) asked Dean, who thinks for a moment.

"I don't know." He said, then looks at Bobby to take up telling the story. "But she was a classy chick. She was a grad student, anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories." He said.