LUCKY ENOUGH - SAM X READER
You: It’s a vampire!
Sam: No, it’s a werewolf!
You were on a hunt with Sam and Dean, three dead bodies, the hearts were missing but you were pretty sure it was a vampire. This is what you’ve been fighting about with Sam for an hour now.
You: Sam, I’ll bet my life on it. I can assure you, it’s a vampire!
When Sam started to speak louder, Dean came in with supplies, which meant pie, junk food and beers. Not that you complained.
Dean: Hey! Easy there tiger! What’s the matter? I heard you screaming from the parking lot!
Sam: Explain to Y/N that we’re dealing with a werewolf and not a vampire.
Sam turned, facing you.
Sam: You’ve been hunting for so long, Y/N. How could you do such a novice, starter mistake?
That was it. Sam broke down the only wall that was stopping you from killing him.
You: You know what? Screw yourself, Winchester. I’d bet my life this is a vampire. You know why? Because he bodies are too clean. The hearts weren’t taken out with hanger like most of the time. Their hearts but also blood were missing. They just found a way to drain their victims without having to bite them. But fine. Go on. Go hunt an imaginary werewolf. I’ll go gank some vamps.
You walk out of the room, you get your things out of the impala’s trunk.
Dean was worried. He couldn’t take one side, but he had to admit he thought about a vampire, too.
Dean: Sam…
Sam: Don’t. Just, don’t. I know what you’re going to say and I do not wan to hear it.
Dean rises his hands in defeat and sighs.