SupernaturalxReader - Dumbbbb

SupernaturalxReader - Dumbbbb 
Setting: Season 10 Hurhur
Contains: Cussing, violence(?), the usual 
A/N: I thought I would write a couple of stories that popped in my head. See if I could fall asleep... They're short though~ Enjoy!

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Alright so, you know how you would have an obsession over a TV show or movie or whatever and you would daydream about the characters coming to find you etc etc. That sort of thing? Even though sometimes when you would read fanfictions it would seem outright silly? But hey, it's a guilty pleasure am I right? No? I'm alone. Oh... I guess it's just me then but at this point, it doesn't matter. Cus this? This is fucking reality. Fucking reality. WAIT, NO. DON'T FUCK WITH REALITY THAT'S BAD KIDS! But at the same time fuck all you want so you don't have to be a virgin for some sadistic ritual. Fucking's good for you, just, use protection.

So, onto what I was saying before. So those daydreams and when you would write them down but never upload them on fanfiction.net or wattpad.com or deviantart.com. Well guess what? It came true! Reality is like, wow. 

Honestly, it started how you would usually start a daydream. Either some damn demons or spirits after you or, or, or the Winchesters show up at your door in their tacky suits asking some questions about stuff that's supposed to be about demons and spirits. Well, take a guess. If you picked the Winchesters showed up at your door, ding ding ding! You got it right! Good job. For those that didn't get it right here's a consolation prize! The Winchesters. Naw man, that's the same prize if you got it right. Whatever. 

Okay so, onto my story. The Winchesters they appear in front of my doorstep. 

Dinggg Donggg! Dinggg Donggg!

"I got it mom!" I shouted to no one as I ran out my room and down the stairs to where the door was. I looked through the small glass windows on the door (that's how it is at my house shush) and saw two men standing there. I didn't get a really good look at them since the windows were those blurry windows and the fact that my door bell door, whatever, is a door then a small gate with holes. So you know, the small gate with holes kind of blocked their faces. 

Since I saw them in some suits, and the fact that there's been killings in our area lately, I opened up the door. 

The killings... They were well... They were people I've known. Classmates. Friends, honestly. I've slowly been coping with it. But, I don't know... It's just, it's been horrible. 

"Um, hi. I'm Agent Howard Stan and this is my partner, Agent James Montgomery. We're here to ask a few questions on the recent murders," The extremely tall and Sam-looking one asked. I didn't realize this but, my jaw was open and I was quiet for a while... 

"We believe you might be somewhat connected due to your connections with them." The shorter and Dean-looking one asked.

"... Hello?" 'Agent Montgomery' asked. I closed my jaw.

"Um, err. Y-yeah. Um," I stuttered out and I opened the gate door to let them in. When they walked inside and straightened their tie, I closed the door and turned around to see them looking around my house with their backs toward me. When one of them turned, their jacket sort of showed a gun hiding in their pants... 

"So did you want to talk to my parents or something?" I asked. I walked over to my dinner table, letting them sit and I sat across them. Although, the shorter of the two walked over to a wall in the kitchen to see pictures of my family and other stuff.

"No I don't. I actually want to talk to you. (Y/n) right?" 'Stan' asked.

"Yeah."

"Alright, well do you think you can answer some questions for us?" He asked. I nodded my head. Okay so Sam and Dean are real. I've prepared for this. Cus come on, how many times does it have to happen in the show for those who are fans of Supernatural to not know they're real? I'm not gonna be stupid like those dumbasses... 

"Okay, awesome." Sam, duh, clasped his hands together and put them on the table. "How old are you, (Y/n)?" 

"17..." I answered confused why they were asking. 

"You're in 12th grade then." Sam asked. 

I nodded my head as I said yes.

"So, did you know Miranda Lee, Daniel Kim, Timothy Nguyen, Allison Oh, Daniel Eden, Mikayla Mendiola, Evan Clark, Nimsu Ng, or Paul Kim?" 

"Yeah, I did. Um, they're great people. Besides Paul, he was a dick, but sort of a good person. They were classmates of mine. Nimsu was one of the better friends. Hmm... Oh! We were all in Top Ten together. You know for like Valedictorian, Salutatorian then the others... Which was them. I..." That's when it hit me. Top 10. Whatever is murdering them is murdering those in Top 10. Meaning, I'm next. "Holy shit." I stood up from my chair and started pacing around. Dean walked in holding a picture of my family. 

"Was one of your siblings in the Top Ten by any chance? In the year, 2012?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah, the one in the Stanford shirt." I answered. "Wait a fucking second..." I paused and started piecing it together. Flashes of the newspapers about Valedictorian and salutatorian came rushing through. Killings. Siblings. 2012. Death of the high school's quarterback. Only witnesses was the ones in Top Ten. In less than about 10 seconds I started saying, without knowing, what I pieced together. "Top 10, they've all had siblings who had grown up before them, graduated same year and ironically, they're younger siblings are also in the same year together and also in Top Ten. Not the same order as the older siblings but in Top Ten. Meaning whatever killed my classmates... Is after me. Supernatural and Sherlock, you taught me some great things." I sighed with content then I realized that I said that last part out loud. I turned around only to see that Sam and Dean pulled their gun out on me. I raised my hand. "Holy shit, fuck I screwed up." I sighed. 

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"How the hell did you... ARe you a hunter? Fan of the Supernatural books? What?" Dean asked as I sat in the back seat. 

I sighed, "Okay so long story short. I think I was somehow entered the realm of Supernatural cus where I live, you guys are a damn TV show. Look guys, none of the earthquakes and the apocalypse happened in my damn lifetime. I was somehow thrown here! You have to believe that at least." Dean and Sam looked over at each other and sighed.

"I really thought we would've gotten used to crazy by now." 

"Do you really think that Dean, do you?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.

"...No." 

"Exactly." 

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Sorta getting lazy in writing this, it's 2 AM

"Gah! Damn it! Dean!!" Currently, Sam was struggling against the 2012 school quarterback. Long story short, the Top Ten of 2012 murdered the Quarterback or some of them at least. Thankfully, not my brother. Dean was crushed under a teacher's desk and the quarterback was holding Sam by the neck against the floor. Sam was desperately trying to reach out over towards the shotgun lying just a centimeter away from his arm. Dean was really close to getting free from the desk but he was all the way across the room. He wouldn't be able to save his brother in time. That is until the spirit in front of them went up into flames.

"Sammy!" Dean was finally able to get out of the desk and ran over to Sam. Sam was trying to catch his breath when they heard footsteps.

"Seriously guys?" An oh so familiar voice spoke out. The two boys looked over at the doorway only to see me. 

"Did you-?" Sam asked. 

"Yup!" I grinned. 

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As we all rode back to my house, I heard wings flapping or whatever. When I looked over to my left....

"HOLY SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed and went as far away from Cas as possible by reflex. Dean swerved the car and some other cars started honking. 

"Son of a bitch!" Dean shouted. 

"God damn it that scared the shit outta me." I panted, holding my chest. I went back to sitting like normal.

"I-uh-apologize for my sudden drop in." Cas said. Then he stared over at me. "Who is the girl?" 

"Oh, I'm just somebody the Winchesters came across that happened to be from another universe. So you know, the usual." I answered. 

"..." Cas shrugged and disappeared. Wow, okay then. Why'd he pop up anyway?

"Alrighty then! So how's this work? When I get home none of this actually happened when I wake up? Eh, probably. So in the mean time," I started to say. Seriously, hunters need to use their head better. So much easier ways to hunt. "I have some advice for you guys but you might of heard them at that one Supernatural Convention. Heheh~"

"Uh," Dean started to laugh, "I don't think we need any advice. We've been hunting our entire damn life." 

"Doesn't mean you will use your head during all of that." I replied, "Anyway, there's so much easier ways to fighting monsters. Seriously. Water guns filled with holy water! Recorded exorcisms and of course memorize it in case they destroy it. Iron filled salt hula hoops. Iron rings to punch the damn ghosts in the face. And tie the damn weapons to yourself they always knock out the damn weapons. I swear to God... Oh! And bring rugs with demon traps on them already. Very useful. AND INSTEAD OF USING PAINT YOU CAN SEE, TRY USING THOSE PAINT WHERE YOU CAN SEE WITH A DARK LIGHT. Oh, and you don't always have to do that holy water test if they're a demon. Remember when you could say christo," Cue Dean shivering to the sound of christo, "to test it out? Sheesh."

"That's a very, very good point." Dean said, still trying to recover from christo.

"I think we should do that." Sam commented, "it would make hunts easier at least." I gave them a duh look. Which Dean was able to see cus of the mirror. 

"Exactly. Makes me wonder why you didn't think of that before. Damn TV shows trying to make these so much more dramatic then necessary. Oh also, I don't get why you dumbasses haven't gotten this in your brain. No matter what, you can't fucking trust demons! Like that's been the number one rule since forever!! Even if you think they're good *cough* Ruby *cough* THEY AREN'T. NO MATTER WHAT. THEY BECAME DEMONS FOR A REASON." I sighed, "Dumbbbb." 

"Yeah well, mistakes were made." Dean told me. 

"I really wonder how we never thought of easier ways to hunt things. But you know demons are persuasive alright?" Sam tried to defend himself.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. Finally they drove into my driveway and dropped me off. I said goodbye to them and went to sleep. After I had waken up and gone to school. I saw everyone from the Top Ten there. Then I realized, none of it really happened. When I went to watch the new episode of Supernatural, I saw that they did use some of my techniques. For instance, the water gun. Then I guess, that did mean I was in their world for a while then... Interesting.