Supernatural x Male!Reader Season 2!

Supernatural x Male!Reader Part 21!

Episode: Season 2 Episode 6

Part: 2

Key: 

(M/n) = Male Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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Dean was pacing, Jo was sitting at the table with blueprints spread out. She's flipping a small knife around. Sam and (M/n) were chilling on the couch.

"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago."

"Yeah? What was here before 194?"

"Nothing. Empty field."

"So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell." The demon commented.

"I already checked. In the past eighty to years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor." She looked at Dean. "Would you sit down, please?"

He sat down reluctantly. "So, have you checked police reports, county death records...."

"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing."

"I think the jury's still out on that one. Could you put the knife down?" She does.

"Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it." Sam suggested.

"Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, tight?"

"Right. So. You and me, we'll take the top two floors."

"We'd move faster if we split up."

"Oh, this isn't negotiable."

"I can possess a blonde chicks body and see if that ghost freak will come out." The demon suggested.

"No, you're not getting another innocent killed. No killing." Dean told him.

"Fine, just a suggestion."

~Later~

Jo and Dean were walking down a dim hallway with EMF readers.

"So. You gonna buy me dinner??" Jo asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's just if you're gonna ride me this close, it's only decent you buy me dinner."

"Oh, that's hilarious. You know, it's bad enough I lied to your mom, but if you think I'm letting you out of my sight...I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of the spirit's type."

"Exactly."

"You wanna be bait?"

"Quickest way to draw it out and you know it."

"Oh."

"What?"

"I'm so regretting this."

"You know, I've had it up to here with your crap." Jo yelled.

"Excuse me?"

"Your chauvinist crap. You think women cant' do the job."

"Sweetheart, this aint gender studies. Women can do this job fine. Amateurs can't. You have no experience. What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic notions that some barflies put in your head. Plus your lucky (M/n) hasn't tried to kill you yet." Dean said.