Hunter Hotline

A/N: I was given the prompt from a friend who was also trying to work on this prompt. She is creating a full story but hasn't put any chapter's up. She's given me permission to write a one-shot with it.

DEAN AND SAM AREN'T BROTHERS

IMPORTANT: This is a different universe. All supernatural elements have come out of the closet. The 'hunters' created a group to help humans around the world with the supernatural.

Sam P.O.V

"229 Hunter Hotline, how may I help you?" I heard Bobby's gruff voice ask for the eighth time today: it's been a slow day. I keep saying we should get someone a little more… pleasant sounding, but Bobby insists on dong it, on feeling useful. He can't go out on hunts anymore, so he tries to do as much as he possible can. He hates being in the wheelchair. And I don't blame him.

He talked with the person on the phone for a few minutes and then hung up. He wrote down a few notes.

"Is it serious or stupid?" Ever since all the supernatural elements came into the general public's awareness, everyone jumps at the littlest thing. One time we went to a woman's house where she had been hearing 'strange' noises: it had turned out to be frog's mating. Our little moto thing is to not ignore any calls, no matter how dumb they sound, because it could be something supernatural and that could lead to the human's death.

"Semi-serious, something that you could probably deal with on your own but should take some backup, because I'm not exactly sure what you'd be walking into. The woman on the phone said that there is a Demon on her couch, helping her son with his homework and eating her pie."

"And how does she know that it's a Demon." I stood, grabbing my hunting bag.

"His eyes… and he told her, along with giving her this number and extension."

"That is … strange." We don't usually have Demons telling the people they are fooling with the number of the people who could kill them.

Bobby gave me the address. "I'll take Becky. She's annoying but intelligent.

"Ok, call me when you get there and when you leave, or if anything goes wrong. I'll send more backup if you need it." And with that I left the room, went to pick up Becky, and set off on the road. It would only take us a half hour to get there. We're stationed in Massachusetts, the state of clam chowder. It would be around seven when we got to the house.

Becky didn't wait even a minute before she started talking in her excited, high-pitch voice. I'm too nice of a person, sadly, and couldn't get myself to tell her to shut up; instead I talked back to her. But in a bored voice, hoping she would get the hint: she didn't. Instead, she laughed like a maniac and kept touching my arm. God, why do the crazies always get crushes on me? This ride couldn't end fast enough. And then the most awkward thing happened, right when we pulled up to the house.

"Wait!" She turned to me in the car. "Do you feel this? I feel this … connection between us." I was about to say no, but she cut me off. "I think we should act on it, and act she did. She lunged across the seat and attached her overly painted lips on mine, groping at my shirt, trying to pull it off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop."

"But why?" She didn't move off of me.

"First of all, I do not like you. And -"

"Then why did you ask me here?"

"Because you're intuitive, and this is a strange call. Second of all, we have a hunt going on now. There is a Demon in there, possibly killing a child and you want to do this." I sighed and she moved off of me. What I didn't tell her was that I was actually gay. "I'm going in and you're going to stay in the car. I'll call on the two way radio. Call Bobby to tell him we're here." She nodded and I left.

I grabbed my bag from the backseat and slung it over my shoulder. I knocked three times on the door and it opened immediately. "He's in there," the woman pointed to the living room. There was a man, a very gorgeous man, sitting on the couch, a whole pie on this lap. When he saw me he stood and moved away from the kid. I started reciting the Latin exorcism.

"Wait, wait, wait, just give me a minute to talk and then I'll leave the body willingly." Normally, we wouldn't trust a Demon but this isn't a normal case.

"Fine, one minute, go." I crossed my arms.

"You might want to get the kid out of here. I don't care but you will." His beautiful green eyes jerked in the direction of the kid.

"Ma'am, can you take your kid to get some ice cream?"

"He's lactose intolerant."

"Just take him and get out!" I yelled, that usually gets them moving, and this wasn't any different. They were out of the house in seconds.

"Don't you just hate it when humans are stupid?" He laughed and plopped back onto the couch, taking a big bite from the pie.

"What do you want?"

"I'll get right to the punch. I'll leave this body … if you have sex with me."

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