Supernatural one shots

Post stage time [SPN CASTx Reader]

"So, who's the douche? And let me guess, he told you through text?" Robbie asked, his tone bitter. Bitter at the thought of someone breaking your heart over and over again.

"Max." Your lip quivered and your heart ached at saying his name out loud. "Yeah he did. Quite douchey honestly." You laughed dryly, your fingers pressing the correct keys for song "I'll be Good," by Jaymes Young.

"When did he cheat on you this time?" Jensen asked, watching your fingers float over keys like they were feathers. Delicate and soft.

"This afternoon." You frowned, looking over at the man. "I'm foolish to think I could've fixed this relationship so many times. Today just proves that I can't. Can't fix him. Can't fix this relationship." You shrug.

"He doesn't deserve you." Robbie pipes up after listening to you. "And you don't deserve to cry or have your heart be broken so many times. I barely know you and can already tell that your an amazing person. So fuck him. You deserve someone who's better." He says, placing his hands over the keys, playing the opening keys (chords) to a song you couldn't quite figure out.

"He's right, ya know. You don't need some dickhead that's gonna keep begging you to come back, or for another chance. When in reality, he's just going to do it again." Jensen places his hand on your shoulder, causing you to look him in the eyes. "Plus, you are a gorgeous girl, who has a beautiful voice and who could get any guy she wanted." Jensen gives you a smile, rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Thank you, Jensen." You smile back. "And thank you, Robbie." You say, turning to the bearded man, playing his own song 'CA Nation.'

"No problem, sweetheart." Jensen chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"My pleasure..." Robbie furrows his eyebrows, realizing he doesn't know your name.

"[y/n]. My name is [Y/N]." You giggle, giving him a small smile.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Robbie says, smirking.

You hear your phone go off again, drawing your attention back to the asshole of a boyfriend you had. You pull out your phone, opening up your messages. Not realizing how many texts you had got from him, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

'I'm sorry'
'Please answer me'
'I love you'
'Let me explain'
'I'm calling you, right now.'

As expected, your phone played out the ringtone you had set for him. You rolled your eyes, looking at the screen before deciding to answer it. "Hello, asshole."

You saw Jensen look at you stunned in the corner of your eye. You turned to glance at him, cocking an eyebrow at him. You listened to your soon to be ex ramble on about he's sorry and how he didn't mean to.

"We'll do me a favor, you two legged twat. Take your apology and shove it up your ass, before I shove my boot up it so far that you'll be picking the soles of my shoes out of your teeth. Then, maybe next time while you're fucking the brains out of some other horse face thunder cunt, you'll realize your mistakes. I hope the guilt of all the bullshit you did to me, weighs heavily down on you while you sleep, you dickwad. So fuck off, we're done. Douchebag." You hung up your phone, shoving it back into your jacket pocket. You glance at Robbie and Jensen, who have been staring at you with slack jaws. You put a hand under each of their chins, closing their mouths. "Don't want you boys to catch flies." You smirk, turning back to look in front of you.

"Damn." Jensen mutters.
"I second that. Damn, girl." Robbie shakes his head.
"I third that. I'm furious."
"You're scary when you're mad." Robbie chuckled.

The back door to the convention hall swings open, Jared and Misha walking in. "We've been looking for you two everywhere and you hanging out with a girl? How typical." Jared jokes, hoping onto the stage.

"We got distracted, Jare. She was singing." Jensen shrugs, pushing blame on you.

"Hey, no one told y'all to creep on me!" You shot back, crossing your arms.

"And quite beautifully, may I add." Robbie says, standing up and holding out a hand to you. You gladly take it, swinging your legs over the bench and stand up.

"Oh shush." You pout, trying to hide your blush.

"So why were you singing in here?" Misha asks, coming to stand next to Jared.

"Uh, just broke up with my boyfriend."
"Oh, how long ago?" Jared asked, sympathetic.
"Like, five seconds ago." You chuckle.
"I am so sorry." Misha says, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Why don't you come hang out with us and we can get to know you better?"

You look between the four men, contemplating if you should or not. "Why the hell not? It's not like I have anything planned for tonight."

"Yes! Time for alcohol and ice cream!" Jared cheered, turning around and squatting down. "Get on my back."

"Really?" You chuckled, shrugging as you hopped on. "[Y/N] by the way."

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)." Jared smiles, carrying you off stage. You wrap your arms around his shoulders tentatively, your legs around his waist.

That's how you spent your night. Spilling out your heart through music, then meeting people who actually cared when they barely know you, to spending the night with them, half drunk and eating ice cream, watching any movie that made you feel better.

It was one of the best nights you've had in a while.

Plus more to come.