Literature
Sunsets and Long Walks on the Beach-Dean x Reader
An orange haze swirled out over a maze of purple clouds. Sunset was always your favourite time of day.
You walked along the quiet streets of Chincoteague Island, a shopping bag in each hand. You smiled as you trailed along, thankful of the fresh summer air.
As you approached your motel room, the voices of Sam and Dean could be heard from across the parking lot.
"I'm telling you, Dean--"
"Hey, man, I get it! I just wished maybe it would be something a little more..."
"Easy? Dean, we've hunted a Rakshasa before,"
"...Challenging! I was going to say challenging, Sam,"
"Oh, so you'd rather it had been something harder? Something we didn't
