Winchesters x F!Reader ~ Hunting

(Y/N) POV

"Come on, guys! Please?!" Sam and Dean never let me go on hunts with them but today was going to be different. I had been bugging them for the past week and by the way Dean answered, I think I got him!

"FINE! Only if you shut up about it!" I nodded vigorously, packing up my duffle bag and following Sam to the Impala. As I threw my bag into the trunk, a familiar head appeared in the backseat window next to my seat.

"Hey, Cas!" I chirped, sliding in next to him. Cas looked at me with a confused expression on his face before looking at the front seats.

"She asked, Cas. Too many times," mumbled Dean, starting up the car and driving out of the bunker's garage.

"But it's too dangerous for (y/n)."

"She's a tough girl, I think it'll be fine. Besides we're here," answered Sam uncertainly. I moved forward and pecked his cheek in glee, sinking back into my seat and watching the world fly bye until we arrived at a very fancy hotel. The men and women leaving the building were nicely dressed, making me feel a bit self-conscious as I was only wearing a hoodie and black jeans.

"Here, give me your hand." Cas appeared on my side with my door open holding his hand out for me to grab, which I took to help me out of the Impala. As we reached the front desk, a cold wind blew past me, sending shivers up my spine and leaving goosebumps on my arms.

"It's mostly on the top floor but be careful, we are currently redoing the whole floor." We thanked the nice Texan woman before heading to the elevator. She happened to be an old friend of John Winchester's so, the boys thought they should help her out with a little problem in her hotel.

"Holy shit," I breathed. The doors opened to reveal a very naked and broken-down floor nothing but its skeletal frame showing; in the middle of the floor was a decent sized hole to the next floor that also seemed to be under construction.

"Well, let's get this over with," grumbled Dean.

"Stay behind me, okay (y/n)?" I nodded, letting the reality of the situation sink in as a strange wispy ghost with a hatchet appears out from the wall in front of the four of us. I shot at it with my rock salt shotgun out of instinct, watching as it disappeared while Sam and Dean gaped at me with wide eyes. I smiled at them, walking over to Cas in the far-left corner of the room to start burning the ghost's remains while the boys fought it off.

"Jesus! Sorry, Cas," I shrieked as the flame burst from the charring bones in front of us. We looked over to watch as the ghost dropped the hatchet and let Sam fall onto the floor. The boys ran over to the angel and me, praising what I had done.

"See guys? I told you I would make a great hunter! This was fu-AHH!!" As I spoke, I backed up into the large hole, falling to the next floor with a loud thud. Dean, Sam, and Cas looked down at me incredulously.

"Told you this was a bad idea, Dean," Sam sighed.