Supernatural X Reader Crazy and Crazier

Chapter 3: Dreams And Disasters

The boys and you were in the bunker, the library to be more exact. You sipped your tea as you flipped another page. 

"This blows," you groaned as you slammed the teacup on the table. 

"You okay there, _____?" Sam asked looking up from his book. 

"Yeah," you said, "I'm just pissed. What is this thing? It's not a Shojo, it's not a werewolf, not even a Wyvern. It's got me confused." 

"You can't know everything, kid. It's probably new no thanks to that Eve bitch," Dean said. 

"But that's the problem, Dean-o. I know every creature like the back of my hand. I even consulted Charlie about it, she's got nothing either. What is this thing?" You grit your teeth in frustration. 

"She has a point, Dean." Castiel said. You didn't even hear a flutter of wings. "This can be anything at this point. Even I have no idea what it is." 

"And you know we're screwed when Cas doesn't know what it is," you said. 

"______," Dean said wearily. 

"You know I'm right," you shrugged as you grabbed another book and got up. "I don't k is about you boys but I'm taking a break. We've been at this for an entire day. Maybe some rest would do us some good." You put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Especially you, mister." 

"I'm fine," he said. 

"The hell you are," you growled as you snatched the book away from him. "You're running on vapors, Samuel. You need sleep," you glared at Dean, "Even you!" 

"_______," Sam started. 

"Don't even try," you said as you walked away, "Seriously,boys. Get some sleep." 

You closed the door to your room and collapsed on your bed. The alarm clock read 3:30 in the morning. You groaned and grabbed your pillow and turned off your lamp. You didn't bother to change, you were just too tired. 


"_______!" You opened your eyes to a light purple sky. The sun hadn't yet risen into the Wonderland sky, it was much too late at night. At first your mind wondered until you remembered, you were supposed to be out on patrol. 

"Wake up, _______!" Someone shook your shoulder to wake you up.

"What is it, Jasper?" You asked the red haired boy sleepily. He smirked at you and you reached up to cup his cheek. His smirk turned into a smile and a smile bloomed on your face as well. "Shouldn't you be bothering the Cat?" 

"Shouldn't you be on patrol?" he asked brushing a strand of hair away from your face.  

 You reached up, wrapping your arms around him and pulled him down next to you. "Patrol can wait," you said. You closed your eyes and laid your head on his chest. 

"As you wish," he said pulling you closer to his chest. He pressed his lips against your forehead and ran his fingers through your hair, "My Princess."


You awoke with tears in your eyes, sitting up you glanced at the clock. It was well into the afternoon. You groaned and fell back into the covers 

Why of all the infinite dreams you had, did you have to dream about him? You heart clenched painfully as you felt hot tears pour down your face. Even after all these years, that wound was still fresh and it stung so bad. 

But you had a job to do so it was time to push that memory away. You got up and walked towards the bathroom. You dressed up in your usual ensemble, a pair of faded jeans, a red tee shirt, your black jacket and boots. 

"Morning, Sam," you greeted the giant of a man. You reached up and swept a stray piece of hair from his face. "I swear, one day I'm gonna give you a hair cut." 

"Action, not words." 

"Haha," you said sarcastically. You grabbed an apple and grabbed another book, this time it was Hellhounds. Maybe you and the boys should summon Crowley, maybe he's killing for the sake of it. But then again, it's Crowley. He might be a demon but he ran hell with an iron fist. Nothing got past him. You quickly ruled him out as a suspect. 

"Are you sure you okay, _______?" Sam asked. He set a cup of tea in front of you. "You're not looking too good." 

"I can ask the same of you," you pointed at the circles underneath his eyes. "Damnit! Samuel, you stayed up didn't you?!" You growled. You threw the half eaten Apple at him which he dodged. "This is extremely unhealthy!"

"I'm fine!" 

"Alright, lovebirds!" Dean said as soon as he walked into the kitchen, he looked like hell had another row with him, "It's too early for this."

"I don't think sleep is in our vocabulary," Sam said.  

"Neither is 'smart,' 'self preservation,' or 'help,'" you snapped. 

"Looks like we're not the only ones who didn't get enough sleep," Dean said smugly. Oh, how much did you want to smack that smug look off his face. 

You stick your tounge out at him before grabbing more fruit to eat. 

"So get this," Sam said. Finally, something to give you guys a lead. "You know how the victims died. Each one killed each other and were both found at the scene of the crime?"

"And? Are the victims connected?"

"No," he said sliding two different files towards you, "I sent Cas to look at the bodies. He found this symbol," he pointed to something. "It's Enochian. Specifically-"

"The vics were all soulmates," you said. 

"Exactly." 

"It's a rogue Cupid." You heard a flutter of wings and Cas stood in front of you. You took a step back automatically. 

"Then let's gank him," Dean said. 

"The matters much more complicated than that," Cas said. 

"Spit it out, Cas. This whole case sucks already." 

"He's more dangerous now and he's targeting couples. Instead of love, he's making hate. It's intensifies when he touches the soulmates." 

"So, What do you want us to do? Go on a date and lure this bastard out?" You scoffed. The room went silent and the boys turned around to look at you. "What?" Then is dawned on you. "Screw you!" 


You glared at the youngest Winchester. Sam coughed into his fist and looked towards Cas for help. Cas was too busy scoping out for the rogue Cupid. Dean was helping him. Currently the four of you were across the park where you heard most couples liked to go for a date. You tugged at your skirt and glared at Sam once more. Luckily you brought leggings for the cold and a jacket. 

"He's here," Cas said. "He's very near." 

"That's your cue, lovebirds," Dean said. 

"Shut up, Dean!" You growled. "Cmon, Sasquatch. Let's get this over with," you grabbed his hand and yanked him out of the car. Sam looked toward who brother for help. Dean just smirked and flashed him a thumbs up. 

"Is this wise? ______ is hardly the Romaric type and I'm sorry to say this but your brother is awkward around her," Cas said as the both of them sat down on a park bench. 

"They'll be fine. Besides, it's healthy. They like each other. They just need a nudge in the right direction. No harm done," Dean said as he looked through his binoculars. 



"So, where is he?" You asked impatiently. 

"Um....perhaps we're suppose to act like a couple and it might show up. Wasn't that the plan?" 

"Yeah. How about a no."

"it's just for the case, _____. Just hold my hand. You don't have to do much," he held out you hand and flashed you his puppy dog eyes. You sighed and succumbed. 

You rolled your eyes, "Fine." Hesistently you held his hand and if felt.....awkward but pleasant. The warmth of his hand was welcoming. 

After sitting on park bench chatting away, the both of you decided to get up and walk around the park all while Cas and Dean were behind you, somewhere in the shadows. The two of you arrived at the designated spot, quiet and secluded near a gravel path. 

You sat down and tried your hardest to be lovey dovey. It's just wasn't your style. So there you were awkwardly leaned against Sam Winchester. He reached up and started running his hands through your hair. You stiffened at his touch but eventually calmed down and laid your head on his shoulder.

"Can I ask you something,______?"

"You just did, silly." 

"Um, _____," he cleared his throat, "Do you want my jacket?" 

"No. I'm good. I brought my own." You smiled. "Smooth by the way."

"Shut up," he nudged you a smile also on his face.  

It was a really nice spot. It reminded you of the Vale of Tears on a moonlit night. It was one of your favorite places to go when you wanted to get away. You remembered showing it to Alice, her awe and wonder was unextrodinary at the time. How was that wisp of a girl. Were Mr. Rabbit and Hatter taking care of her? Was Wonderland better? 

A strong gust blew through the air, interrupted your thoughts and you stiffened. Not due to the cold but due towards your memories resurfacing of that particular red headed boy. Sam stiffened too, his mind replaying images of a beautiful blonde haired girl. 

You got up and pushed those memories away. The Vorpal blade in its tiny form was pressed into your palm. 

"That's new," someone said. A lone figure walked out of the shadows, his smirk was more irritating that Deans. "Most couples would be at each other's throats by now."

You glared at him, Sam was instantaneously by your side. His angel blade out and ready. He shoved you gently behind him. 

"So you're the local Cupid?" You raised your eyebrow. 

"Was," he corrected. "I was the local Cupid." 

"Why kill of the couples? I thought you cherubs were suppose to be all about love," Sam said. 

"Ah, love." You and Sam exchanged a look, "Love is a very complex emotion, you know. It's a perfect valence of every emotion in existence. It's a very fragile, you tip the balence and that bond breaks." 

"Not answering the question," you growled. "Why kill off the soulmates?"

"Fun," he shrugged. "Just want to expirement. With the war in heaven, things have been a bit hectic. I guess I'm just killing time. No pun attended." 

"Angels," you said in disgust. 

"Humans," the Cupid scoffed. He flicked his hand and Sam went crashing into a tree knocking the man unconscious.

"Sam!" 

Every time! 

In a blink he was behind you, "What I don't get is that you two aren't falling for each other. You're soulmates afterall. We cupids out your parents together and his, it's only natural that you fall for each other." You thrusted the sword forward but the bastard moved. "Maybe the both of you don't want to fall in love, being hunters and all." 

"You know nothing. Romance and relationships really aren't my forte!" You swung at him, even nicked him in the shoulder. A small sliver of glowing light could be seen before he healed himself. 

"Interesting," he said bringing out his angel blade, "I remember putting your parents together. It was fun watching your basilick of a mother tear that lamb of a father into pieces. A small sliver of hate and anger, that's all it took."

The both of you were in a heated duel. You glared into the cupids eyes. "Then why put them together?" 

"Simple. There needed to be a new queen and you were it. Of course you ruined it by falling in love with a bastard!" 

He pushed you off and tried to stab you in the gut. Years of experience with a sword saved you from being filleted. You couldn't land any fatal blows but you could see that he was having fun. 

That at anger in you resurfaced. You growled and sliced his leg. He bowled in anger and tried to stab you. Your reflexes took over as you sword cut through his hand like butter. His hand landed on the grass, angel blade still in hand. You swiftly pointed the sword at his throat. 

"You couldn't have been as powerful as the Wizard of Oz but you chose love and look were that put you. You had a destiny but you threw it all away. What is it with you hunters, spitting onthe gifts heaven gave you," he glared at you. 

"If he was my soulmate, why did he die?" You asked calmly. 

"Because he never was really your soulmate," he said. "We have a saying, all is fair in love and war but we know he didn't die. He was killed. By you," he leaned in closer, the blade cutting into him. "Tell me something. What did his face look like when the love of his life set this sword against his neck?" 

For a while minute your were silent and you just stared at him. There were no tears, no anger. Just angry resolve. You leaned in close to him, the tips of your hair brushing his face. 

He he watched as your eyes morphed in anger and bloodlust. Bright red streaks, wove through your hair, red and hot like the anger in you. And for one second, you saw the pure fear in his eyes and you relished in it. 

"There she is," he smirked. "The Queen of Hearts is back."

In a steady voice you said: "From where I come from, we have a saying as well." You raised the sword up. "Off with your head." And chopped his head off with a single blow. He screamed and his eyes glowed blue right before his headless body sank toward the ground. 

"What the hell?" Dean said coming out from the bushes. He looked at your blood splattered clothes and red streaks in shock. When he looked into your eyes he took a step back. Your gaze was intense and downright scary. 


"______, tell me you didn't just......," Cas trailed off as he saw the Cupid on the ground. "Oh no." 

"Right," you said. You cleaned the blood stains off your sword, "I'm sure you guys have questions but I think that can wait. We have a moose down."