Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Third Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.

Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Third Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!

Chapter Info: For cruisingbug - I'd like my one-shot to be about a Selkie, please. Anytime pre-Death's Door.

A/N: We're going with season 2 here, the boys and Bobby. :D I guessed that because you made a point of saying 'pre death's door' you specifically wanted our lovely Bobby alive, well and appearing. Lol

Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D– Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.

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The prow of the boat cut cleanly through the calm lake. Lights shined from each side of the craft into the dark waters around it. Dean leaned out over the stern with a harpoon gun aimed at the water. "You sure this bitch is out here, Bobby?"

Bobby Singer rolled his eyes from his position at the wheel. "No, Dean. I thought we'd all just take a moonlight cruise on a damn lake. YES, I'm sure."

Dean snorted a laugh. "Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a knot."

"Sam?" Bobby called to the young man at the front of the boat. "How you feel 'bout bein' an only child?"

Sam laughed and glanced back over his shoulder. "I think I'm not gonna answer that. I don't want to wake up bald in the morning."

"Knew that college education had to pay off somewhere, Sammy!" Dean shouted over the noise of the engine and turned back to the wake behind the boat with a satisfied chuckle. He was actually enjoying being on the water hunting a selkie. Sam had looked suitably disgusted when Dean had suggested he hoped they could catch her on land without her fur. He chuckled and decided he was glad they were going to gank her in the water; harpooning a hot, naked chick would have sucked, and she definitely deserved death. The selkie had lured five men to their deaths already in the last month.

"You'd think a whole boat of men would lure her out," Bobby groused behind the wheel. They'd been on the water for three hours already without a sign of the creature. He wanted a beer already dammit.

"I saw something!" Sam called out from the bow. He grabbed the spotlight and shined it down into the water, sure he had seen something large move through the water just ahead of the boat. Selkies were much larger than normal seals and whatever he'd seen had certainly been big enough.

"Where is it?" Bobby slowed the boat.

Sam shook his head. "I don't know. It was there and then…"

"Here! It's here!" Dean watched a dark shape shoot out from under the boat. He raised his spear gun, taking aim and snarled when the creature dove out of sight again. "Dammit!"

"She's got our scent now!" Bobby eased off the throttle and let the boat drift to a stop. He picked up his own harpoon gun and went to the side to peer over into the dark waters. "She ain't gonna just leave us out here." The creature returned, sweeping in a wide arc around the boat and Bobby shot his harpoon toward it. "Balls!" He cursed as the weapon went wide of its target when the selkie seemed to turn on a dime and dove beneath the boat again.

"Who wants to take a swim?" Dean asked and turned to look at his brother with a grin.

"Pass." Sam rolled his eyes. "You can go wrestle the seal if you want. I'll take pictures of you getting your ass…" He broke off on a gasp as the entire boat rocked wildly.

"Whoa." Dean grabbed on to the side with wide eyes as the boat's movement threatened to roll him over the side.

Sam moved back from the bow to the wheel. "I think maybe we should get the boat moving again, Bobby. We're sitting ducks like this."

"That's the idea, Sam." Bobby smiled up at him briefly. "How else we gonna draw her in? Don't worry. It's a big boat."

Sam smirked and nodded. Bobby had managed to find them a nice, deep-sea fishing boat. "Gonna check the sonar." He slid down the short ladder and ducked into the cabin beneath the wheelhouse.

Dean kept a firm grip on the rail next to him as the boat rocked again. "It's gotta be under us. Sam?"

"Yeah!" Sam watched the large blip on the monitor swim out and then turn back. "It's coming back for another pass! Starboard!"

Bobby and Dean went to the starboard rail, harpoon guns ready, but underestimated the speed the creature could move. It sliced through the water in a blur and crashed into the hull. All three men shouted in surprise as the deck tilted and the boat was turned on its side.

"Shit. SHIT!" Dean yelled as they were heeled over into the water and gasped when he went into the cold water.

Bobby tried to throw himself clear and grunted as the side of the boat caught a glancing blow on the side of his head and he slipped into the water.

Sam braced his arms on the cabin as the boat rolled and thumped into the roof. Water rushed in through the open door and Sam tried to right himself. "Dean! Bobby!" He groaned when it rocked again and threw him into the cabinets. He sank into the rising water and tried to kick and swim through the hatch but the pressure of water rushing in shoved him back.

Dean came up sputtering and still had hold of his spear gun. "Sam! Bobby?" He ducked under the water and saw Bobby's flannel illuminated for a moment in a spotlight. He kicked hard and wrapped a hand in the older Hunter's shirt, pulling him to the surface. "Bobby!" Dean pulled him back and smiled while Bobby coughed up water. "You ok?"

"Good," Bobby nodded and spat water out. "I'm good. You? Sam?"

Having been momentarily distracted with Bobby, Dean's head snapped around scanning the water, realizing with a sickening jolt that his brother had not surfaced. "Sammy?" Dean swam over to the upturned hull of the boat. "Sam! Answer me!"

Sam heard his brother's voice calling him. "Dean!" He planted his feet on the ceiling and banged on the floor. "Dean! I'm here!" The water was nearly to his neck and he forced himself to stay calm. All he had to do was wait for the water to fill the cabin and then he could swim out. "I'm ok!"

Dean's heart leaped into his throat hearing his brother's voice from inside the hull. "Bobby?"

"He's gonna be fine!" Bobby said quickly and swam over to him, the panic in Dean's voice was obvious. "He's a good swimmer. You know that."

"Swims like a fish, I know." Dean nodded and banged on the hull. "Sammy?" He'd taught his little brother to swim, and Sam, who'd been a gangly, awkward, stumbling kid, had taken to swimming like he'd been born to it.

"Almost!" Sam yelled back. The water was at his chin and he could feel the inflow lessening against his legs. "Be out…in a minute!" He had complete confidence in his ability to swim out and up but it didn't stop the nagging fear as the water climbed his face and he sucked in a last breath.

Dean snarled and pushed off the hull. He sucked in a breath and ducked under the water. He swam down a few feet and got a look at the door into the cabin. Two of the flood light were still lit and gave enough light to watch as his little brother's head and shoulders appeared in the door. Dean grinned and waved an arm at him to hurry his ass up.

Sam swam to the cabin door and used it to pull himself out into open water. His lungs were burning with the need for air as he planted his feet on the cabin and bent his legs to push off for the surface. He stretched up and never saw the dark shape that hurtled into his stomach. All the air whooshed out of his lungs with the impact as he was shoved away through the water.

Dean saw the selkie a second before it impacted with Sam. He screamed under the water and watched as Sam vanished into the dark, dragged away by the creature. Dean kicked for the surface and sucked in a lungful of air. "Bobby! It's got Sam!"

"What?" Bobby turned as Dean broke the surface, yelling. "What do you mean it's got him?"

"It nailed him right as he came out!" Dean swam for the overturned boat and clumsily climbed on top of it to get a better view. "SAMMY!"

"No, no, no, no, no!" Bobby dove and went for one of the spotlights. He wrestled it free of its mounting and came back up. "Here! See if you can find him!"

Dean grabbed the light from Bobby and played it out over the lake in the direction he'd seen the selkie take his brother. "Bobby, I can't see him! SAM!" He searched the lake surface frantically. There was a splash yards away, and Dean tossed the light to Bobby before standing and diving back into the water. He knew it was his brother. If asked, Dean wouldn't have been able to say how, but he knew with complete surety that he was following Sam and the selkie. The clouds parted and allowed the moon to shine through, glinting off the lake. Dean saw something large and dark hump up out of the water once, then again further on. He bent his head and put on more speed. Sam was the stronger swimmer. It was one of the few things he could easily outstrip Dean at. He hadn't beat his little brother in a pool race since he was fourteen. He begged his body now to find extra speed somewhere as he drew closer to the shore with his lungs burning from exertion.

Dean's arms and legs were close to giving out by the time he felt ground beneath him. He staggered up and out onto the beach with his eyes scanning the moonlit sand. "Sam!" He drew the gun still thankfully tucked into his belt and moved down the beach towards where the moonlight showed him what looked like a body, what looked like his brother's body. It made his blood run cold, and then he saw it move. "Sammy?" Dean broke into a run despite his tired body. He squinted into the dark and startled as he got close to enough to see, and heard Sam suddenly cough. A naked woman leaned over his brother. She looked up with wide, dark eyes as he neared.

"Get away from him!" Dean shouted. His finger was squeezing the trigger as she suddenly stood and bolted into the water, making a graceful dive out of sight. "Ok, that was new." He lowered the gun and ran to his brother. "Sammy?" Dean dropped beside him in the sand and took his shoulder, pulling him over onto his side as he coughed water. "Breathe, buddy. Breathe."

Sam struggled to get air in past the water coming up and let the sound of Dean's voice help calm him. He wrapped a hand around his brother's arm and opened his eyes. "Don't," Sam gasped, seeing Dean looking out to the water.

"What?" Dean looked down and helped Sam to sit up. Something dark lay in the sand beside him, and Dean reached across his brother and rested his hand on damp fur, a selkie skin.

"Saved me," Sam gasped, and pulled Dean's hand with the gun down away from the water. "Two…two of them."

"There's two selkies out there?" Dean asked in surprise and thumped Sam's back a couple times to help clear his lungs as Sam nodded. He looked back out to the water and jerked when he saw the woman's head bobbing in the lake offshore. She was watching them.

Sam wheezed air in and out and allowed himself the luxury of leaning on his big brother. "First one tried to drown me." He coughed again, grateful for the arm Dean put across his chest to keep him from face-planting into the sand. "Dragged me…dragged me down. Ran out of air…" He shuddered at the memory of breathing in water in the blackness.

"Easy, Sammy." Dean squeezed the back of his neck in sympathy.

"She chased the other one off." Sam looked up and saw her out there and down to his side and the skin lying there. "Tried to…to get me to the surface before…but…"

"Ok. You're alright." Dean put his gun away against his better judgment. He looked out at the selkie again and back to Sam and grinned. "Dude. You got mouth to mouth from a naked chick."

Sam rolled his eyes and would have laughed if he hadn't still been relearning how to breathe. "Not a chick."

"Hot, naked chick on the beach." Dean chuckled and stood, bringing Sam up with him. "You get all the luck. You know, except for the drowning part."

Sam managed a small laugh and hunched over his chest, wrapping his arms around himself. "Crap."

"What?" Dean pushed at his arms. "Move and lemme look."

"I'm ok. The other selkie bruised some ribs or something when she slammed into me." Sam nodded out to the water. "We need to let her come back and get her skin."

"No we don't," Dean said firmly. "I'm grateful she saved your ass and all, but she's still one of the monsters, Sam."

"One of the good ones." Sam straightened and met his brother's eyes. "The two aren't mutually exclusive, remember?"

Dean scowled, not needing an abject reminder of Gordon or vegetarian vampires just then. "Dammit. Fine." He helped Sam move up the beach toward the woods because, like it or not, Sam was right about that.

Sam stopped them thirty feet away and turned back. The selkie was closer to the shore, lying in the shallows. "It's alright," Sam called to her. "Thank you." He motioned to her skin and waited, feeling Dean tense beside him as her naked form rose up out of the water. She ran up the beach and grabbed up her skin; clutching it to herself and watching them as she backed toward the water. "Wait!" Sam raised a hand but didn't move, not wanting to spook her. "Can you tell us…why?" The selkie cocked her head to the side curiously. "The other selkie. Why is she killing men?"

She seemed to consider for a moment and took another step toward the lake. "Killed her son. Caught in man's nets."

Sam swallowed around the lump in his throat as the selkie turned and dove into the water. A moment later, a massive seal broke the surface and then headed back out into the lake. He looked around then and frowned. "Uh…Dean? Where's Bobby?"

Dean slapped a hand into his head with a groan. "Crap. He's uh…watching the boat?"

"Alone? With a vengeful selkie?" Sam lunged toward the water and tugged as Dean kept hold of him.

"You're not swimming back out there, dammit! Calm down!" Dean pulled Sam back toward the trees and cupped a hand around his mouth. "BOBBY!" He bellowed and turned his head to listen. "We weren't that far out when the boat capsized." Dean put his hand up to his mouth again. "I'VE GOT SAM!" He listened and heard splashing.

"Thanks for the head's up, idjits!" Bobby's voice came over the water and was followed by a surprised shout.

"Bobby! Stay here!" Dean pushed Sam against a tree and took off. He ran a few steps into the shallows and stopped in surprise as the selkie came up, towing Bobby behind her. It made a wide u-turn around Dean and let Bobby glide up onto the sand before she dove back out of sight. Dean chuckled and watched the older Hunter pick himself up while spitting sand.

"You better not be laughin' at me, son." Bobby glared up at Dean but didn't turn down the offered hand and pulled himself to his feet with Dean's arm. "There's two of them bitches out there!"

"Yeah." Dean laughed. "We got that." He looked up and snarled as Sam staggered up to them and took Bobby's other arm. "What'd I say?"

Sam gave him a lopsided grin and shrugged. "You know I don't listen when you talk."

Bobby snorted and grabbed Sam's shoulders to get a good look at him. "You alright?" He smiled when Sam rolled his eyes and finally let go of the fear that had gripped him when the boat overturned. "Well, now what?" He let go of Sam and turned to look out at the lake.

"We use me as bait." Sam said and raised his hands to stop the instant outrage on Dean's face. "We already know she wants to kill me. Don't worry. I'm not stupid enough to go back in the water." He pointed to the beach. "I'll lay there. She'll come up to finish the job and you and Bobby take her down."

"No way," Dean said reflexively even as he watched Bobby nod in agreement. "Come on! She already tried to drown his ass, and now we're gonna leave him out here like a damn appetizer?"

"It's a good plan." Bobby shrugged and grabbed Dean's arm. "Get comfy, Sam." Dean opened his mouth to protest again, but Bobby cut him off. "Dean, dammit. Shut up. He'll be fine."

"We're gonna have a talk about this later, Sammy!" Dean growled at his brother, and reluctantly let Bobby pull him back toward the trees. He jerked his arm free with a snarl and drew his gun. Dean slid behind a tree trunk and turned to watch Sam lower himself painfully to the sand. "Dammit," he whispered. The pat Bobby dropped on his shoulder did nothing to lessen his nerves. Sam was bruised and half-drowned, and he needed to be in a damn bed sleeping it off, not playing bait-boy for a blood-thirsty sea bitch.

"Ease up, son," Bobby said softly from the tree next to him and kept his eyes on the water beyond Sam's feet. "He knows what he's doing." It was a good plan, though he was as nervous about putting Sam in harm's way again as Dean was; he was just too damn stubborn to show it with Dean being pissed enough for both of them.

Dean stared out at his little brother, the gentle rise and fall of Sam's chest the only thing keeping his nerves from making him run out and drag Sam away from the beach and danger. It was still too soon, too soon after their father's death, and purposefully tossing Sam out as bait scared him. It had been bad enough when his father died. But when he thought of losing Sam…Dean doubted he would survive that. There was a splash and water rippled out on the lake. He raised his gun and watched as a dark shape rose up in the shallows not ten feet from his brother.

Sam kept his eyes closed with difficulty. He could hear the water splashing as the creature came near. He dared not even crack his eyes to see and risk the selkie realizing he was bait and fleeing. His skin crawled with the need to grab a gun and protect himself, but he trusted his brother and Bobby to have his back.

Dean watched the seal rear up and his eyes widened as flippered hands reached up and began to peel the dark brown skin like it had a zipper. A beautiful woman emerged with water sheeting off her naked form as she stepped from the lake and let her seal skin slide to the sand behind her. She may have been a monster on a murderous rampage, but Dean could appreciate the stunning beauty of the thing. No wonder sailors used to trap them in human form to turn them into wives.

Sam knew she was standing over him. He could hear her breathing and almost hear the difference in the air. He jerked as the first gunshot echoed in the night air and his eyes flew open. The selkie stood over him, inches away, and stared down at her own chest and the small hole between her breasts as blood began to pour forth. She glared down at him and then turned her head up to the trees. There was another shot, and Sam scrambled back on his elbows as her head jerked back and she fell over into the surf.

"Sammy?" Dean yelled and ran from his cover.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Sam got clumsily to his knees and a moment later Dean was there, taking his arm and pulling him up. "Look." He pointed and watched the second Selkie, the one who had saved him emerge from the water. She didn't slip her skin but came up in her seal form. Her big, brown eyes met Sam's briefly, sorrowfully and then she gently took the shoulder of the dead Selkie in her mouth and pulled her into the water.

"We just let her go like that?" Dean asked softly.

Bobby nodded. "It's dead. Look at the skin." He pointed and they watched as the discarded seal skin began to dissolve into the sand. "I'll keep an eye on the lake; make sure our friendly Selkie doesn't go vengeful in the future."

"Can we go now?" Sam shivered, finally feeling the cold and crossed his arms over his chest and his aching ribs.

"Yeah, come on, bait-boy." Dean grinned and pulled Sam into a walk. "Where the hell did we park from here?"

Bobby laughed and gestured. "'bout twenty minutes that way."

Sam groaned. "Awesome."

"Dean, why don't you jog ahead and get the car?" Bobby smirked and pulled Sam to him, sliding the boy's arm over his shoulders. "I got this."

"What?" Dean stared in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"

"Careful. Wouldn't wanna get my panties in a knot, now would I?" Bobby raised a brow at him, reminding Dean of his comments earlier. "Get movin', son."

"Aw, man!" Dean groaned as Sam gave him a shove away with a laugh.

Sam chuckled as Dean flipped him off and started down the beach at a jog. "Hey, Bobby. If you make me an only child, can I have the bigger room?"

"Kickin' your ass when I come back, Sammy!" Dean shouted angrily.

Sam laughed and squeezed his arm more firmly over his chest. "Crap…ow."

Bobby snorted at Sam's discomfort and shook his head. "Stop hurtin' yourself already." He hitched Sam's arm higher on his shoulders and smirked. "Save it for when he figures out he forgot to get the keys from me."

"Oh…oh, man." Sam doubled over laughing and wincing at the same time while Bobby held him up off the beach and laughed with him. "He's gonna…gonna kill you."

Bobby patted Sam's back where he hunched over his supporting arm and chuckled. "I ain't scared of him." They both heard the unmistakable sound of Dean cursing in the distance and the laughter took Sam to his knees with Bobby beside him. "Then again…"

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The End.

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