Supernatural one shots

Mess is mine (Part 2) Sam x Reader

*knock, knock, knock*

My head snapped up in confusion. Who the hell could be knocking? Deans here and so is Cas. Grabbing my gun I walked up the stairs towards the bunkers main door, I aim my weapon at our visitor.

"Hello, moose. That's not very polite." Crowley smirked.

"Crowley." I snapped, disbelief filling my body. "What're you doing here?"

"Ah, you see, Moose, I have a message for you boys, from your truly beloved." He smiled, waving around a piece of paper. For a few moments, I wanted to break down, the other half wanted to kick Crowley's ass.

"Get in." I snapped.

~~(Time skip brought to you by pizza)~~

An hour later, all four of us were gathered in the library.

"So, you're saying, she only has a week left?" I asked, trying to fight tears.

"She wanted two months. She also requested that in the last week, she got to see you three boys. So if I were you, I'd get moving." Crowley responded, pacing the room. "You know, I found it quite sweet, how she wanted to give up her life for the man she loves. Quite touching, makes me all tingly where the sun doesn't shine." He chuckled.

"Dude, gross." Dean said, giving Crowley a bitch face. "Did she say anything else?"

"Hm, well.." Crowley started packing the room again, going around the large oak table, standing next to me. "She said something along the lines of, 'Dean would never be the same again. He needs Sam. That he cares obviously more about Sam than her, so it wouldn't hurt as much'. But," Crowley stopped turning to me. "She cares so much about you moose, that she even offered to take her soul and make her a demon. I believe she's going to be one of my best." He smirked, chucking to himself. "Although, that wasn't my —" Crowley was interrupted by a fist to the face. My fist. I couldn't help it, he was talking about the girl of my dreams like she was some type of chew toy. "What in BLAZES was that for?!"
"You talk to much." I turn to go to my room and pack. (Name) is in two states over. No matter what happens, I'm not going to lose her to this deal.

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*Your POV*

For the past day, you've been lounging around, doing nothing but watching Netflix and avoiding people you knew. It was breaking you in half. You wanted to run out the door and yell for them to come back, the other half wanted to wait for Sam. So there you sat, munching on popcorn and watching (fav tv show).

*knock, knock, knock*

"Who could it be this time?" You said out loud to yourself. You got up off your couch, walking slowly to your front door. Peering out the window, you saw three figures, waiting, facing each other to see if you're actually there. You couldn't believe it, well you could, they found you.

Slowly, you dropped your blanket, grabbing the handle and opening it, making sure you hid behind the door. Suspiciously, the three figures crept into your house.

Once the last figure was inside, you closed the door quietly.

"Hello, Boys." You greeted, your voice cracking, tears threatening to spill over.

"(Name)." They all said in unison as they spun back around to the door.

--// small time brought to you by weird affectionate eye staring//--

"(Name).." Sam said, coming over and engulfing you into his arms.
"Hi." You greeted, your voice small.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Sam asked. He's mad, but he stayed calm.