Back on the Road again (SupernaturalxReader)

Request: The Boys giving you tips for your date.

Name: On the Road again

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Surprise
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Words: 1.528

Warnings: slight swearing

(Y/N) ..First Name  //  (c/H) ..Haircolor

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„It´s just…it has been a while since my last date, you know? “ You nervously run a hand through your (c/H) hair, looking at the guys next to you with an insecure glance in your eyes. “It´s like riding a bike, you don´t forget such things (Y/N)!” Sam patted your shoulder and looked at you encouraging. “And if it doesn´t work we can still shoot him.” “You´re not helpful Winchester.” You growled at Dean, who let out that last sentence. He had a wide smirk on his lips and pure amusement in his eyes. He found the idea of you on something as casual as a date quite entertaining.

Actually he had a point: You became a hunter shortly before the apocalypse, and when you met the Winchesters some months ago you decided to join them. You just separated from time to time to go after different cases. Since that day you were even busier with things like hunting monsters and…well actually you were 24/7 trying not to get caught by the Winchester-curse and not to die due to it. Dean wasn´t happy with you calling the circumstance that most people close to them died a `curse´, but you were pretty sure it couldn´t be anything else. The point was that you hadn´t the time for a proper date since you began hunting. You had some random things once or twice but somehow you had the talent that your hook-ups turned out to be the thing you were hunting. You rather preferred not to talk about these occurrences, like the one time you got the skin-walker… You shook your head to get rid of such thoughts; Optimism was the word of the evening.

“Just stay calm, try to be yourself, don´t tell him what we do…really: do NOT tell him.” When you told the guys about your date, Sam became a bubbling fountain of dating tips, most of them being fluffy “be yourself”-stuff. Also he mentioned not to tell your date about your occupation about two hundred times. Dean just stood there, smirking, smiling and making comments like the previous one. And somehow you couldn´t ignore the fact that he seemed to enjoy your outfit; you caught him more than once looking at you and it seemed like he had found special interest in the backside of your jeans. “Like what you see?” It was more a resigned sigh than a question, but the elder brother nodded approvingly. “If he´s not your type, just call sweetheart.” You ignored his wink and fixed your top one last time.
“What is the special intention of these…dates?” You smiled brief, ignoring the slight blush appearing on your cheeks and turned around to the couch.
Even if your date wouldn´t work as planned; the whole thing would´ve been worth it just because of Castiel. While the Brothers, less or more, tried to help you preparing, Cas sat on the small motel couch focusing on you with a confused glance when you reentered the room after changing your shirt the third time. As he stated it; “(Y/N)…the first garment didn´t seem to be soil or damaged…why did you have to change it?”
Castiel; the angel of Thursdays and hilariousness. “Well the intention when you date someone…” You heard Dean chuckling in the background, “...depends on the person.  Most people are looking for somebody to love, whilst some others…let´s call them “Dean”, are looking for…`amusement´. ” You knew that mentioned one was pouting even though you didn´t look at him. Cas didn´t give the appearance of understanding but he nodded pensive. “How did you actually met…wait, what was his name again?”
“He…damn.” You looked at Sam with shock in your widened eyes, once you noticed... “I…I …I forgot it…I…” You knew that your not existing name-memory might be a problem some day. “Just try to avoid calling him by his name~” You ignored Dean and tried to bring your brain to work properly. “Ben, Buck…Bob…no…but it started with a B…Baal-Hammon?!”  “Calm down. Just tell us, maybe you´ll remember afterwards?” At least Sam tried to be helpful.
“Well you remember when we split up after hunting that Wendigo?” Approving nods. “We arranged to meet here a week later. I decided to wait right in this town and only some hours before you guys arrived…” Just the thought about it brought a bright smile on your lips and a faint blush to your cheeks.

“(Y/N)?” You nodded in approval and took your (fav. hot drink) from the Starbucks employee. It has been a rough hunt some days ago and it has taken you the whole week to recover. But after some days without the Winchesters, Monsters, Demons or similar things you felt like you just had the greatest holidays of your life. Which you really had deserved after all the work. The place you decided to meet them later on was small and calm, nothing strange or disturbing happened during the whole time…well after you spent so much time with the brothers the fact of no supernatural activities at all itself occurred to be disturbing to you. But it didn´t bother you. When you left the small shop you curiously looked at the beaker in your hands. After staring at the little plastic-thing for a while you started chuckling. You´d bet 50 bucks on the fact that the Starbucks people write the names wrong on purpose. Even if they´d write the names as they´re pronounced…how by Jove would someone get the idea to spell (Y/N) as (*terribly misspelled version of Y/N*).
It would´ve been a better idea to look in front of you instead of  chuckling loud and making fun of this, because the next second you bumped into a person of whom you could´ve sworn that she just appeared out of nowhere…right in front of you.
Your beaker fell to the ground, spilling its content all over the street and the passer-by´s trousers while you tried to apologize with an unintelligible torrent of words looking at the disaster to your feet. “No, no it´s fine. I´m the one who stood in your way.”  When you looked up at the actual person you assaulted, you held your breath for a moment. The man was stunning. The shiny blonde hair, the bright blue eyes…the adorable smirk on his handsome face. You started swearing inside your mind. You just spilled some random liquid on this Adonis…cliché. And now you were stuttering like you´d never heard a word English in your life…great first impression.
But obviously you had made a better first impression than expected. “It was worth the stains on my trousers…so I was given the opportunity to hear that beautiful chuckle of yours.”  You hoped the blush wasn´t as obvious as it felt. The next moment you remembered your gone drink and looked at the street with a sad glance. “I guess I owe you a coffee?” He smiled at you and you couldn´t help but smile back. “No, it´s alright, I´ll just…” “Okay. How about a dinner then?” Now your face was filled with surprise; he was…direct. Your next thought was; `why not´. “I…It´d be a pleasure.” “Pleasure´s all mine, dear… I nearly forgot to ask your name however? And where shall I pick you up?” “It´s…(Y/N)…at the moment I live with my brothers at the motel.” “Beautiful name…well fitting. I´m B..”
Your narrative got interrupted when you heard a gentle knock on the door.

You took a sharp breath and looked into the mirror one last time. “Your brothers?” “It´d have been a little bit queer if I´d have said; `I live and travel with two random guys and their angel puppy´, not?” “Yes, but...” “Why did (Y/N) call me a puppy...” “Shut up altogether. I´ll now open that door, go on a date and try not to mess it up. And while this door is open I´ll introduce you brief and YOU will try to act like adults. ADULTS. Get it?” You nodded at them one more time before you moved towards the door and opened it carefully and with a soft smile on your lips. “Hello, my dear.” “Hello, thanks for picking me up... May I introduce…” “BALTHAZAR!?!?” “WINCHESTERS?! CASTIEL!?” You got interrupted by the Winchesters and Balthazar at the same time. You looked at the man in confusion, then back to the boys. They just stared at each other in pure amazement.

“I…you know…wait…what?” You shook your head slowly when you found your ability of proper articulation again. “You know each other?” “(Y/N), may I introduce: The reliable angel of the Lord Balthazar.” Your eyes widened due to Deans cynical exclamation and you stared at Balthazar for a moment, before you shrugged your shoulders. “Could´ve been worse.”  “You are not really their sister, are you?” You shook your head causing the angel to smile and offering you to link arms. “Shall we then?” “With pleasure.” The two of you left the motel before another word could´ve been spoken. The second you closed the door was the moment Dean seemed to have found his speech again. “DID SHE JUST GO ON A DATE WITH BALTHAZAR? SOMEONE STOP HER AND BRING HER BACK!!!”