Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Magnificent Seven

I look at Sam for a moment and then smile at him, lovely. "What?" He asked, smiling back. "I think I just fell in love with you all over again." I replied, Sam chuckle and kissed me again. This time watching where he place his hands.

Later, Sam went to get Dean... only to discover he was going another round in bed. When he was finally done, we got in the Impala and Dean speeded down the road to where ever Bobby wanted to meet us.

"Let me see your knife." Sam said to Dean. "What for?" He asked. "So I can gouge my eyes out." Sam said, making me chuckle. "It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam." Dean told him. "It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean." Sam replied.

Dean chuckles and slaps Sam on the thigh. "Hey, I appreciate you giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint Twins." He said to Sam, who looked away. "Yeah, no problem." He muttered.

"Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something." Dean said. "No, not at all. You deserve to have a little fun." Sam said. "Well, I am in violent agreement with you there. And I hope you two had a little fun yourselves." Dean said, looking up at the rearview mirror at me. I looked away, embarrassed.

Dean raise his eyebrow at me then look over at Sam and chuckles. "You know... it's pretty obvious you're a virgin, (Name). But you really aren't gonna live little?" He asked me. "Shut up." I grumbled. "Leave her alone, Dean." Sam said to Dean warningly, and he laughs.

"What's Bobby got?" Dean asked. "Not much. A crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Ahh, could be demonic omens..." Sam explained. "Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem." Dean said. "Yeah, but it's our only lead." Sam said.

"Any freaky deaths?" I asked. "Nothing Bobby could find... not yet, anyway." Sam replied. "It's weird, man. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?" Dean asked. "Seventeen." Sam replied.

"Seventeen. You'd think it would be Apocalypse Now, but it's been five days and bubkis." Dean said, Sam and I looks at him, confused. "What are the demons waiting for?" Dean then asked.

"Beats me." Sam said. "Whatever it is, it can't be good." I said. "It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already." Dean said. "I don't know, man. Be careful what you wish for." Sam said.

By the time we made it to the farmhouse in Nebraska it was morning. Dean got out of his car, munching on a burger. The air is filled with the sound of cicadas. "Hear those cicadas?" Sam asked. "That can't be a good sign." I said, feeling unease already. "No. No, it can't." Sam said, taking my hand to hold it.

We walk over to Bobby, who was leaning on his car. "So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?" Bobby said to Dean. "Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol." Dean replied, taking another bite of his burger.

"So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?" Sam asked. "Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero." Bobby said, leading the way up to the porch of the farmhouse.

Dean knock the the door. "Candygram!" He called out, getting no answer but cicadas chirping. Dean takes out his lock picks and began picking the lock. Sam and I let each other's hands go to take out our guns along with Bobby.

Unlocking the door, Dean push the door open and a rotten smell hit us. We all covered our noses in disgust. "That's awful." Sam said. "That so can't be a good sign." Dean said, putting his lock picks away to take out his gun.

Bobby and I search one side of the house, while the boys search the other side. We soon met up with them in a room, where a family of three was seated on the couch, several days dead watching tv.