Supernatural one shots

Uh, surprise? (Pt. 5 to early morning) (SPN x Reader)

You walked into the building where Bobby's office was located. Your hair cascaded down your back, standing out against your dark green canvas jacket. You slid your sunglasses off the bridge of your nose, adjusting your eyes to the indoor lighting. The receptionist glanced up at you, then turned her attention back to her computer, only to do a double take.

"Are you (Y/N) (L/N) by any chance?" She asks, standing up and hurrying over to you.

"The one and only." You chuckle, offering her a hand. Grasping your hand and shaking it, she turned.

"If you just follow me, I'll lead you back to Bob's office." She said gleefully, a bright smile on her lips.

You gave her a curt nod, gesturing for her to go ahead. You glanced at the pictures on the walls, different memories of the cast and crew filling the frames. You adjusted your white v-neck, making sure your cleavage wasn't showing, as the receptionist knocked on a thick, wooden door. A muffled voice told her to enter, letting her open the door. "She's here, sir."

"Fantastic! Let her in." Bob exclaimed happily, standing up from his desk. The receptionist moved away from the door, letting you step into the office. "(Y/N)! It's so good to see you, again."

"Hi, Bobby!" You grin, giving him a hug. "So, audition?" You cross your arms over your chest, waiting patiently for an answer.

"You already have the part." He chuckles, sitting back down behind his desk, motioning for you to take a seat, also.

"What do you mean?" You ask, astonished. "I didn't even audition." You say, plopping into the comfy chair.

"I saw enough this past weekend." He smiled innocently. "I just needed you to come to the studio."

"You sly dog, you." You let out an approving chuckle, leaning forward. "So is there any paperwork I need to sign?"

"When is there not. It's simple though, just sign where the X's are." Bobby explained, placing a few sheets of paper in front of you and handing you a pen. You quickly scan over the contract, smirking as you sign. You turn your gaze to Bobby, a gleaming happiness shining brightly in your eyes.

"Welcome to the family kid."

A few hours later

"Hey, do you think (Y/n) would mind us coming to see her this weekend?" Jared queried as him and Jensen walked onto set, dressed in their Winchester gear.

They had stopped behind the camera, Jensen turning to Jare. "Awe, do you miss the little chipmunk?" He laughed, glancing at the set.

"Maybe just a little," Jared sighs, crossing his arms across his chest.

"You'll be fine, I promise." Jensen smirks. In the back of his mind, he knew Jared would lose his shit. (Y/N) and Jared became close friends, along with him and everyone else. She instantly found a place in the family by just being herself.

"Alright everyone, get in your places!" Bobby called, sitting down into the directors chair. Jensen and Jared walked onto the set, standing the the "library" of the bunker.

You waited behind the wall, listening for your cue to walk out. You pressed yourself to the wall, hearing Jared walking closer.

"Dean, I don't think partnering up with the British men of letters is such a bad idea. I mean, look at their weapons and technology. They can help us in the long run." Sam, exclaimed, trying to get through to his hard headed brother.

"Sam, we can't trust them! So what if they have nicer weapons and fancier technology. In the long run, they could one day betray us and those barrels would be pointing at us, like a firing squad." Dean growled in protest, taking a sip of his beer, propping his feet on the table. "I rather trust someone who's from this country and knows the life. Not some stuck up smartasses."