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Concerts And Piggy-Back Rides (Sam X Reader)
"We're never going to make it in time!" You yelled, trying to keep up with Sam's fast pace.
"Yes we will, come on!" He replied and grasped your hand, pulling you along.
Sam had bought you tickets to go see your favorite band performing in California for the first time ever. It was located about 2 miles off of campus, right after class. Knowing traffic would suck, you and Sam decided to walk to the performance. Fresh out of class and rushing to get to the concert within 10 minutes, you realized how lucky Sam was to have such long legs.
You stumbled quite a bit, ruining the toe of your shoes. Sam was practically dragging you by now. How you wished you signed up for the cross country team.
"Sammy, I can't keep up!" You informed, ripping away from his grip and placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath.
You heard the Winchester mumble something before your looked to see him crouching down, his arms extended behind his back.
You looked at him puzzled for a minute before he spoke
The Works - Dean WinchesterxReader(Y/n) leaned against the glimmering trunk of the impala as she watched from a hill-top as Dean and his older brother Sam dug up a body in the middle of a dying field. She decided to take a break after her hands began to show tiny blisters. Most of the time she wouldn't think much of her and Dean's relationship, but after all these monsters threatening to kill her or bring her into perdition with them, she realized that she could die tomorrow and wouldn't even expect it today. She wasn't one to think ahead. It worried her that she never lived a full life. The calm sun came down on her as it set and she looked beyond the field to see a small river glistening under the warm sun. She closed her eyes feeling the warm embrace of the sky. She was in serenity. (y/n)'s eyes fluttered open as she checked up on the boys again. Sam ran up the hill with his brother close behind.
"Whats wrong?" She said monotonously.
"Dean forgot to bring matches. I doubt there's any in the car. I'm gonna drive down
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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