You ended up sleeping through the rest of the day. You woke up and it felt like a semi truck was on you. You rolled over and saw that it was 10:30 in the morning. You were super sweaty so you got up and went to go take a shower. You saw a note conveniently taped to your door and took it off to read it.
Y/N,
Dean and I found a hunt that isn't too far from here. We let you skip out on this one because you were pretty out of it when we tried to wake you up. Call us if you need anything and get to feeling better.
-Sam and Dean
You were just fine with being left at the bunker while they were on a hunt. You didn't want to slow them down. You got in the shower and put on some lukewarm water. You stayed in the shower until you couldn't stand the water anymore. You put on an old t-shirt of Deans and a pair of sweatpants.Then you headed down to the library to catch up on some reading.
You didn't do much that day, just read and managed to keep down a bowl of soup. But the next day you got worse.
You couldn't hold anything down and your fever went up to about 103. You were also sweaty and shaky, So you decided to call your brothers. On the way to get your phone you started to feel dizzy. You were barely able to see straight. You called Sam knowing that Dean was driving. It rang twice before Sam picked up.
“Y/N?”
“How far are you away from the bunker?” You asked breathlessly.
“About a couple of hours. Why? Everything okay?” Sam asked, and you could tell he was trying not to freak out.
“No, not really. I've-” You couldn't finish your sentence because it felt like you got the wind knocked out of you.
You could hear sam and Dean calling your name on the other end of the phone but you were already halfway to the ground.
You woke up to the overwhelming feeling of wetness and coldness. You opened your eyes and saw Dean putting the bucket down and felt Sam put a towel around your shoulders.
“Y/N, we should probably get you to a hospital.” Sam said as he helped you stand up.
“No sammy it’s fine, If I get any worse we’ll go. okay?”
Sam and Dean shared a look but they both agreed.
The rest of the day was pretty laid back. You didn’t eat anything for the fear of throwing up.
The next morning you found sam in the kitchen doing some research on the natzies. You had to help him find whatever imformation the men of letters had. There were a few big books, witch was good because sam looked like he wanted to find something.
While sam started to look through the books, you started to make some tea.
“Have you found anything yet?” You asked as you got down a cup from the cabinet.
“Yeah, the germans had something that they thought could win the war. According to the lore they called whatever it was the hand of god.”
“Oh yeah I’ve heard of that before. Isn’t it an item that god has toutched?”
“Yeah they beleived that since got touched it himself, it would have traces of his power left on it.”
“So we have to find whatever the hand of god is so we can use it to help beat amara?” You asked as you poured the boiling water into the cup.
“Exactly!” Sam said like he was proud of you for thinking that up.
You sat down at the table with your tea and grabbed a book. You opened it up and started thumbing through it.
“But the thing is that it’s on the ocean floor.” Sam said as you took a sip of your tea.
Thats when dean walked in and you and Sam explained the whole situation to him. Dean had the idea of trying to see if Cas could send him back in time to get the hand of god before the ship sinks. You couldnt do it because of how sick you where. Sam tried to volenteer but Dean wouldn’t let him go. He wanted you and Sam to hold down the fort just incase we got any news on Amara. But what bothered you the most was how dean said that he was the weakest link.
I mean You were up against two stronger, better hunters. You knew that you would always be the weakest link. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Sam saying something to Cas.
“Just stay by his side, i’m trusting you.”
“I wont let him out of my sight.”
Before Cas had the chance to zap dean and himself away you said
“Cas, stay safe. Okay?”
Cas gave you a smile and then him and Dean were gone.
No more than five minutes later you you and Sam heard water dripping and footsteps coming down the stairs. You looked up and saw Cas walking down the stairs, soaking wet.
“I’ll go get a towel.” you said as Cas made his way over to the table that you and Sam were sitting at. You came back with a towel and gave it to Cas.
“The ship was warded. Dean made it fine but I wasn’t so lucky.”
“Well are you okay? Time travel must have knocked some mojo out of you.” You said.
“No actually I feel fine.”
That was odd because he couldnt even teleport places, let alone time travel. You didn’t think that Sam took notice of this though because he started looking for a spell to get dean off of the boat.
After a few minutes of searching, Sam found a spell. But it needed archangel mojo. Witch you didn’t have. But for some reason Cas started making the spell. Yeah something was deffiently off about him. Sam started saying that Cas could up his angel mojo by touching his soul.
Cas started to laugh. Right away you knew that it wasn’t Cas. You stood up from the chair that you were sitting in and backed up a little bit.
“Lets just say your like the girl who kept turning me down to prom”
You knew exactly who it was. Lucifer. You knew that there was an angel blade under one of the chairs but the chair was behind you. You backed up to go get it and Lucifer turned around, Looking straight at you.
“Don’t think that your getting out of this Y/N.”
His words sent chills down your spine. He started to touch sams soul and sam fell to the floor. You where frozen. You couldnt talk or move. Just stand there in horror. Lucifer then turned towards you. He took a couple steps foward until he was toe to toe with you. You started to shake.
“Hey, you have no reason to be scared of me.” Lucifer smirked, witch only made you tremble harder.
He reatched up and cupped your face in his hand. You closed your eyes and prepaired for the worst.
“We need to talk.” Lucifer said as he ran his fingers down your arm.
Well I hope you liked this one! It took me a while to write so sorry for the wait!
So I will have the third part of soul changer out by tomorrow. It Will be super interesting as it is based off of tonight's episode. I’m excited for you guys to read it!
Request: can u do a no. 51 brother/sister imagine? youre such a great writer btw! <3
51. “Oh my god, you’re in love with her.”
“Y/N, let’s go!” Dean called for you as he continued to pack his bags for the big hunt; to chase after the archangel, Raphael.
He was nervous because this was a bigger hunt than usual. It made him even more nervous that Sam and Y/N we’re putting their life at stake by participating in the hunt. But Castiel was joining them on their journey, and that eased his mind.
“Are we ready?” Sam walks towards his older brother with a bag slung over his shoulder.
“We’re all ready but Y/n, per usual,” Dean rolls his eyes. Lately you have been spending extra time with the mirror, wearing extra makeup and lower cut shirts. He didn’t know why and he wouldnt have cared if your new choice of clothing wasn't earning you cat calls from random strangers on the streets.
“Sam, Dean,” Castiel appears to stand in front of the two oldest winchester brothers.
“Hey, Cas,” Sam greets the angel.
“I think we should talk,” Castiel glances behind him. “Are you sure that bringing Y/N along on this hunt is a smart idea?”
“She’s a good hunter, Cas,” Dean raises an eyebrow, confusion set on his face.
“Yes, I know. But she is young and precious to...well...all of us. Raphael will use that against us.”
“Hey,” You walk into lobby of the bunker. You have a book bag strapped around your shoulders, curly hair tied in a low pony tail, and lip gloss that distracts Castiel from what he was previously talking about. “Are we having a family meeting without me, or can we leave?” You joke around and push past your brothers and walk up the steps.
“We’ll watch out for her, Cas,” Sam assures him. “Besides, we would have a bigger problem on our hands if we told her she couldn't come. She would flip.” Sam pats Castiel on the back and follows his younger sister to the impala.
Castiel sighs and follows the Winchester family to the car. Usually, he would just pop over once the Winchesters arrived to their destination, but if he drove with the crazy family, he would sit close to Y/N, almost shoulder to shoulder. His heart would race if she fell asleep on his shoulder, or giggled at his innocence. He didnt know what this kind of feeling was, but he liked it.
You and the men found Raphael in an old Marriott hotel building that was shut down three years ago and left abandoned off a quiet highway in Arkansas. Castiel made sure his eyes were on you at all times, your life suddenly was more important than his, and he made a vow to himself to always watch over you.
The Winchesters kicked their way through the hotel, around the lobby and into the basement. Concrete covered the walls and floors, metal poles stood from the floor into the ceiling. And Raphael stood in the middle with his back to the four of you, hands folded behind him.
“Ah, Winchesters,” Raphael turns around to smile. “Long time no see. I’ve been expecting you.”
About ten angels appear from dark corners of the room and grab all of you by your elbows and push them behind your backs. You hissed in shock and sudden uncomfortableness. The angels were holding you hard, twisting your skin under their cold skin.
Castiel’s eyes jumped to you. The grip he was held in felt tighter as he felt more useless to help you. His eyes never met yours.
“Castiel,” Raphael’s voice caught his attention, “Brother, I’m saddened to see you here, with them.”
“The Winchesters have more honorable intentions than all of Heaven.”
“Opening the gates of hell...you call that honorable?”
“Obviously that wasn't our intention, you asshole,” you snarl at the archangel. This was one of your flaws; you didnt think before you spoke. “Don’t you dare talk about my family’s intentions. Especially since your brother, Michael’s, intention is to kill your other brother, Lucifer.”
“Y/N...” Castiel warned. Your brothers also giving you a warning glance. You ignored it and continued to glare at Raphael.
“My family’s prophecy has been written for over thousands over years, little girl. Yours continues to be edited over and over and over again, because you are all screwed to hell.”
“I’m going to rip you to shreds,” You threaten.
“That’s cute,” Raphael approaches you slowly. He moves a piece of hair out of your face. You shiver underneath his touch.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” Sam growls and tried fighting the angels holding him restrained.
He begins to walk away. “Dean is Michael’s true vessel, and Sam is Lucifer’s. I have an order that calls for their life to be spared so that their body is in tact for possession. But you,” He points at you. “You, I can do whatever I want with.” he nods to the angels holding you tight. “Kill her.”
“No!” Your brothers scream and fight against the angels.
Castiel’s vessel’s heart pounds in his chest at the thought of you dead under his watch. Castiel head-butts the angel behind him, quickly turns around and lays his hand on him. The angels burst into light before falling, dead.
The other angels threw you against the closes wall and dig their hand into your skin, touching your soul.
You shriek from the indescribable pain. Getting stabbed didn’t feel worse than this did.
Dean had managed to stab an angel in the chaos and Sam was int the middle of throwing one to the ground.
But Castiel’s focus was only on you. He marched in the angel who was hurting you direction and snapped the angel’s neck. You and the angel fell to the ground, your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head.
“Y/N,” Dean cried as he stabbed another angel.
Castiel whipped around, grabbed the other angel’s head and smashed it in the concrete floor.
“Y/N,” Castiel leaned into your chest to hear your slow beating heart. The hole in your gut where the angel had ripped into to take your soul was gushing blood.
“Cas!” Sam called.
Castiel was forcefully pushed into a wall, a hand moving fast to kill him. Castiel grabbed at the angel’s wrist, and with all the force he had in him, turned the angel’s wrist backwards placing the angel’s hand on his own forehead, killing himself.
“Castiel,” Raphael announced as his army lied on the floor dead. He could clearly see the emotion behind Castiel’s fight to save Y/N. “You have no idea what you are getting yourself into.”
Castiel only glared at his older brother, shrugging off his trench coat to place over your bleeding wound.
“Men, we shall meet again,” Raphael nodded his head and disappeared into thin air.
Your brothers limped quickly to your slowly dying body.
“Killing the angels took up most of my grace that I had saved for this hunt,” Castiel explains as presses harder on your stomach. “I can only heal her in intervals, so it may take her a while to be okay again.”
Castiel zaps all of you to the motel room and struggles to carry you the nearest bed. He places two hands on your shoulders, closes his eyes and speaks enochian.
The men watch helplessly behind, realization appears on their face as they watch Castiel sweat over your body. Castiel was draining himself of all his grace to help you get better.
“Cas..” Dean says quietly.
Castiel ignores him and continues to lay his grace upon you.After a few minutes, he feels his mojo being cleared, he rises slowly.
“That’s all I can do for now. She’ll wake up soon, but she will be in a lot of pain. I can try and find another angel who will--”
“Oh my god,” Dean’s eyes go big, jaw dropping.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re in love with her.”
Castiel lowers his head, almost as if he was ashamed. “She is all I’ve been thinking about. I am sorry that I have been thinking of your little sister in such inappropriate ways--”
“Okay, please stop there,” Dean gags.
“Cas,” Sam grins,”It’s okay if you like her.”
“You guys are okay with my romantic feelings towards your younger sister. Dean once said to me that it was against some code guys use to describe rules.”
Sam shrugs, “Well I mean, yeah, our best friend loves our sister. But, she loves you too. I can tell. And by what you showed me tonight, I trust you with her. Hell, you saved her life.”
“Besides, if you hurt her, we know where to find you,” Dean grinned with malice.
Castiel gulped, “I would never hurt Y/N,” he looks over to your sleeping body. “I love her too much.
Request: #7 with Sam? Pretty please. Something kind of angsty. Maybe she found out he'd been taking demon blood again??
#7: “Stop saying you’re sorry!”
SamxReader
Yourself and Dean were on your way back from a wending hunt in the mountains in Michigan. Sam, your boyfriend of 2 months, would have come with you, but he said he was feeling “under the weather” and stayed back in a motel room alone all weekend. Sam rarely got sick and when he did, he would never admit it and act like a man. Therefore, you figured that Sam just wanted a few nights alone, which was understandable since the three of you hadn't been separated for over a month. Everyone needs their alone time.
But the apocalypse was just beginning. There was no time for leisure. Sam knew that. Ruby, the demon of many problems in your life, started all of this, tricking all three of you into letting the demon out of its cage. You were all to blame. And it was all of your jobs to clean up the mess. But Sam took the end of the world personally. He was the one to have cheated on you with Ruby, he trusted a demon over his own girlfriend and family, he fell the hardest into the trap. Even after forgiving Sam and making up, he needed his time to sulk. And that’s what you figured he was doing.
When you and Dean reached the motel room, you expected Sam to be waiting with open arms, since the two of you have been texting the entire ride back about how much you miss each other. But the room was empty, cleaned to perfection and smelled of bleach. Hell, the sheets on the bed seemed to be new.
“Sam?” Dean’s voice bounced off the walls. He shrugged his bag to the ground and walked into the bathroom. “Do you smell that?”
“It smells like cleaning products...a lot of it,” You crinkle your nose. “Sam said he was in the motel room. I was just talking to him a half an hour ago.”
“Well, we did get back two hours a head of schedule. Maybe he just went out to get a bite to eat.”
You shrug, “Yeah maybe.” You dialed Sam’s number again. Not only did you hear one ring coming from your phone, you heard two. You look up and follow the music. On a nearby desk, with Sam’s laptop, was his phone, chiming with your name. You hung up and opened his phone. He had two unread messages from you. “Huh, that’s weird.”
“Sammy doesn't go anywhere without his phone,” Dean states, grabbing the phone from your hands.
“Seems like Sam has been doing some digging on something,” You say. Dean looks at you curiously. You found a a ripped piece of paper next to his laptop with an address on it. “I bet you that’s where he is.”
“What would he be looking for?”
“I don't know,” You answer. “And I have a feeling I’m not going to like it.”
Dean drove the two of you to the mystery address. The car pulled into a large parking lot that surrounded a large concrete cubed building, tainted with mold and discoloring. An old large sign stood off to the side, the words almost unrecognizable. But it read: Arnold’s Brewery.
“This used to be a beer manufacturing warehouse,” Dean said, walking past you and to the door. “Man closed for business after he pleaded guilty for stealing the company’s money.”
“How did you know that?” You ask, smirk pulling on your lips as you walked behind him.
“Hey, I read,” Dean pulled his hands up in surrender.
You chuckle and push him through the door. Your boots echoed through the walls of this dump. Shards of glass littered the floor, pieces of wood from old tables scattered the ground, and metal chains that were used to hold equipment hung from railings.
Dean pushed his index finger to his lips and pointed the the stairs leading to a basement. Every step he took creaked the step below him. Your face cringed with every step.
The basement was even darker than the first floor. However your eyes adjusted after a few seconds. You could hear voices, two of them. One male and one woman. Yourself and Dean pulled your guns simultaneously, inching forward.
The male’s voice belonged to Sam. His hand was outstretched towards a woman who was pinned against the wall by an invisible force. By his feet, was another woman, dead with a slash to her wrist.
The woman on the wall was smiling hard, shrieking with excitement, “Yes, Sam! Do it! Do it! You’ll save the world! You won’t be a failure anymore!”
Sam crunched his hand into a fist. The woman’s neck snapped back as she cried loudly. Her body turned yellow and orange from the inside before dropping to the ground, dead.
“Wow,” Dean coughed. “That was quite a performance.”
Sam whipped around at the ping of Dean’s voice. His mouth was open about three centimeters, cheeks flushed with sweat dripping down his neck. His eyes moved from Dean to you.
You, who had slowly lowered your gun, watched the man you loved make the worst mistake once again. He knew the consequences, he knew what he was doing. And that hurt. The first time he tried this, you made it clear that if he ever did it again, you would leave and never come back. He knew that. And he did it anyway. He picked power over you.
“Y/N...”
“You promised...”
“I’m so sorry,” Sam’s voice was below a whisper. A soft wind in the air. “This wasn’t...”
“I told you what would happen--”
“Y/N, please. I didn’t want you to see this. I’m sorry.” Sam pleaded and slowly inched towards you. But with every step he took forward, you took two steps backwards. “Baby, please.”
“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me.”
Sam lowered his head, the mistake engraved into his guilty conscience. Y/N, Dean, I’m sorry but-”
“Stop saying you’re sorry!” You snapped. You glared at the man in front of you. An hour ago, you couldn't wait to jump in his arms and fall asleep next to him, now you could barely look at him. “You know what you did? You chose. I told you in the beginning, it was me or it the demon blood, power, and guilt. And this entire time I thought you chose me. Oh, how you’ve fooled me.”
“Y/N...”
“Dean, please take me home,” You voice was barely above a whisper while you forced your legs to turn around. You ignored your heart that told you to run back to Sam. You refused to take one last look at the man you were leaving behind....No. That left you behind.
The last thing your heard was the sound of crashes coming from the basement as Sam through a fit before Dean drove away.
Hey guys! Send me a number for me to write an imagine for! Put that number and a little summary of what you’re looking for in my request box! I would like to try and do some sister!winchester style, so please requests those too.
1. “I can’t do this.”
2. “It was real. It was real to me.”
3. “You broke me.”
4. “You never really loved me, did you?”
5. “It’s hurts too much.”
6. “Does it hurt you as much as it hurts me?”
7. “Stop saying you’re sorry!”
8. “Can you hold me?”
9. “I don’t want to live without you. I can’t.”
10. “This is why I don’t let anyone in!”
11. “I don’t want to feel anymore.”
12. “No! I won’t be your secret.”
13. “Every time I see you, I die. You are killing me and you don’t even know it.”
14. “What happened to us? We used to be so close.”
15. “The thing is, I can’t pretend we never happened because I’m still in love with you.”
16. “You wanna know the last thing I thought of? You. I thought of you.”
17. “How is leaving so easy for you?”
18. “Wake up!”
19. “You need to let go.”
20. “Don’t leave me! Please!”
21. “He was my person.”
22. “Why does it hurt so much?” “Because it was real.”
23. “I can’t do this without you.”
24. “You’re lying.”
25. “I will always love you.”
^prompts by: @sincerelysaraahh^
26. “I trusted you!”
27. “How can I hate someone so much, yet love them even more?”
28. “You need me just as much as I need you.
29. “I thought you loved me.”
30. “You don't have any right to say that.”
31. “You think you’re the only one that’s suffering here?”
32. “Just do it!”
33. “I’m pregnant.”
34. “I thought you were dead.”
35. “Will you just accept that I am hopelessly in love with you and that there is nothing you can do that will change tha?”
36. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
37. “You always say that. And you’re always wrong.”
38. “I didnt do it!”
39. “That’s it. I can’t do this anymore.”
40. “Because I love you god dammit!”
41. “Please, just don’t hurt ______”
42. “I hate you so much.”
43. “I didnt know you could do that.”
44. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
45. “All I want is for you to show me that you care.”
46. “You are not who I thought you were.”
47. “Maybe you weren’t worth the effort.”
48. “Have you lost your damned mind?”
49. “You only have yourself to blame.”
50. “If you die, I’m going to kill you.”
51. “Oh my god, you’re in love with her.”
^prompts by another author. I do not own any of these.^
Hey! I love your blog!!! Do you think you could do a fic where you play j^2's little sister on the show and you have to do HW on set/in your trailer and jensen helps you? Lilke maybe he quizzes you, takes ur phone away when you get distracted, but he's really sweet and willing to help? Sorry if that didnt make much sense. Thanks so much! Youre such a good writer!
A/N: sorry if this sucks, but I really did try! Please send in more requests! I love writing your ideas!
Jensen and Jared had just finished their bloody scene together. Camera crews worked frivolously to create new marks for the next scene, makeup crews crowded the men to wipe off the fake blood on the mens’ faces, and other employees left to find food for their lunch break.
“Alright boys,” Jensen and Jared’s director approach the two as the makeup artists finish cleaning the boys’ faces. “Catch your breath and look over your lines. We’ll start your scene with Y/N and Misha in an hour.”
“Ah, thank you,” Jensen takes a wet towel from one of the ladies and rubs his neck. “Did Y/N come in yet? I haven't scene her.”
“I’m not sure,” Jared shrugs. “I tried texting her last night to see if she needed a ride into today. She never answered.”
“Huh,” Jensen pursed his lips and walked off the moving scene. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and dialed your number. As he walked through different set doors, he asked anyone who walked by him, “Hey have you busy seen Y/N? No? Hey, have you...okay...never mind.” He hung up the phone when you didnt answer.
Jensen walked over to your trailer that was directly across from his. He hanged his fist against your door, “Y/N, you in there? It’s Jensen!”
You jumped from your sleep at your kitchen table which was littered with books, paper, and pencils. You rubbed your face as a inhumane growl purred from your throat. You check the time on your phone, 11:53. You slowly walk to your trailer door.
Jensen, in his bloody plaid shirt and washed out face, squints in the sunlight at you. “What are you doing?”
You walk away from the door, silently inviting him in. You stand on your tippy toes to grab a glass for water. “I thought they didn’t need me until 12:30.” Jensen walked up behind you, touched the small of your back, and easily grabbed the glass for you.
“They don’t,” he hands the glass to you with a smirk. You take it with a playful glare. “But Jared and I were getting worried about you. He said you werent answering him all last night.”
“Oh, yeah,” you ran a hand through your hair. “I was trying to get some homework done and then I crashed kind of early.”
Jensen walked over to your messy table and sat down in your seat. He pulled your computer closer to him and scrolled through your one page paper that needs to be five by tomorrow. His eyebrows scrunch with every word. “I read this yesterday. Are you saying you haven't gotten past this point?”
“Ugh,” you leaned over the counter and closed your eyes, taking deep breaths to hold in your tears. Jensen looked up at you in shock, no realizing how much stress you were under. “I have stared at that computer for the past four days and I have come up with nothing. It’s due tomorrow, and I have an english test on Monday.”
“Woah, okay, okay, one thing at a time.” Jensen held up a hand. “I was an excellent writer in high school--”
“You almost got held back.”
“Ha, almost being the key word there,” Jensen pointed at you with a smirk. “Come on, just let me try and help you.”
You sigh, “Fine.”
“What class is this for?”
“English.”
“The teacher is giving you a five page paper and a test in the same week. That’s crap.”
“I know!”
“Okay...now what is this paper about?” Jensen bites his lip, his fingers are ready to type away. But he gets no response. He looks up to see you typing away on your phone, paying him no attention. “Y/N.” Still nothing.
He sighs and walks over to you, grabbing your phone despite your protests. “Hey!”
“Nope. You can get this back when you’re done your paper.” To prove his point, he drops the phone in his back jeans pocket and slaps his bottom to emphasize.
“Really?” Jensen nods. “I’ll reach down your pants and get my phone if I have to. We’re on season 11, not 1.”
“Just shut up and sit down.” You sigh and plop down next to him. “Okay, so you have to write a fictional story about the industrial revolution and you started by...” Jensen re reads over your story again. He slowly looks at you. “By plagiarizing the plot of the first season of supernatural.”
You open your mouth in astonishment. “What? No! There are no ghosts or demons in the plot.”
“You wrote about a young boy and his two younger sisters, who are looking for their father, the owner of an textile mill. The oldest sister is a kiss ass and does whatever the father says, and the second sister is a rebel against her fathers’ wishes.”
“I highly doubt my teacher watches the show. He’s a fifty year old widow.” Jensen deleted the entire document. You jumped from your seat and screamed, “What the fuck, J!”
“We’re going to do this right, okay? Now, sit down and stop whining.”
You and Jensen brainstormed and wrote endlessly for a half an hour before you had to go on set. And when were on set, you would express a new idea after each “Cut”. You found a stray piece of paper and wrote down all your and Jensen’s ideas as you were supposed to be acting. You’re entire crew was ready to kill you, but school comes first, and they know that.
After the final “Cut”, you and Jensen raised to your trailer to speed type your paper. By 9 o’clock, after going back and forth, you were on page four, moving on to page five.
You leaned against the wall, tossing a tennis ball at the wall having it bounce back at you, and repeated the action. Jensen sat at your computer typing away.
“Okay, we just need an ending.”
“How about, they all die,” you suggest.
“That’s a bit morbid,” Jensen crinkles his nose.
You laugh, “It would easiest.”
“I got an idea,” Jensen frivolously types away at your computer for the next twenty minutes without interruptions. At the final dramatic click he turns the computer over to you for you to read.
“Blah blah blah blah....and the little girl realized how important it is to not procrastinate because procrastination leads to irresponsible actions and those actions lead to stress. The girl changed her life around to become organized and studious....” You look up at Jensen, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”
“It works,” he smiles. “Submit it.”
“Fine,” You hit the submit button and rush to give him a huge hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Dude, next time, just ask me to help you. We could have gotten this done last week.”
“You’re right. For now on, I’ll come to you with all my papers if I need help.”
“That a girl,” Jensen smirks.
“Wanna help me study for my english test this weekend in Vancouver?” You ask with an innocent smile.
“Sure, kid.”
Jensen walks towards the door before stopping. He pats his rear pocket and slowly turns around to face you with a questioning look.
You smirk up at him with your phone in your hand. “I told you it wouldnt stop me.”
Jensen walks over with a devious smile. “Oh, is that how it is.”
You get up from your seat, “No, no, no!”
He grabs your waist and spins your around until you’re both on the floor. Your phone tumbles on the ground. You fight each other, slowly corralling towards the phone. Both of you are laughing hysterically, clawing for the winning prize.
“Hey, Y/N, I was just...” Jared walked in and stopped in his tracks as he watched the two of you freeze under his stare. He rolls his eyes, “I don't even want to know.” He goes to your fridge, grabs a water, and leaves without another word.
You lay on your back next to J and huff out a breath. “Hey, J?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna drive me home?” You smile.
He playfully hits your head and gives a helping hand to help you stand. “Come on,” He sighs playfully.
You laugh the entire way home, getting ready for another long day tomorrow.
my requests are open. I seriously love doing sister!winchester imagines. So please send in some requests!! I want to try doing those “one sentences” kind of prompts so if you have one of those i can incorporate that into an imagine!
Imagine: you’re Sam and Dean’s younger sister who has been missing for three years. And when they find you, they don't realize the trouble that you’ve been in.
Dark clouds, whistling wind, rush of cars, pitter-patter of scattered rain drops. You stand in a graveyard with your hands tucked into the pockets of your skin tight jeans. The wind blows your curled hair in all directions. You try and focus on the main reason why you’re here: meeting with Crowley. But tonight is an anniversary for you. A night that means absolutely nothing yet everything to you.
Remember the night that John Winchester sold his soul so that Dean could keeping living a god-awful life? Well guess what? his soul wasn’t the only thing that had to be traded. 18 years old, a naive teenager, traded by her own father for the resurrection of her brother. Her father, the man that was supposed to protect her, not give her up, crushed any kind of happiness from that day forward. That girl is you.
Tonight’s the night your father died, gave you up, and the last time you’ve spoken to your brothers. At first, you didn’t try calling them to find you, beg them to save you. Crowley made a promise to kill Sam and Dean before you had a chance to even pick up a phone. As time went on, you could care less. Emotions began to fade. The more time you spent with demons, which was always, the more you acted like them. Sure, you couldn’t fling people against walls and appear out of nowhere, but you learned to be just as cruel.
Now 21 years old, you’re renamed the queen of hell. Although you and Crowley didn’t have any kind of romantic relationship, you were perfect partners in crime, companions at best. You took care of the physical work, torturing, killing, etc. Crowley took care of the deals and hell hounds.
“I’ve got a problem, sweetheart.” Crowley paces back and forth from one tombstone to another. He holds his hands behind his back. The small raindrops glisten off of his all-black suit.
“Don’t you always,” You reply. You feel your makeup getting heavier on your face as the night drags on. Yes, you work, fight, and kill demons. But you were still human. You need your sleep.
Crowley smirks at you, “You know, Gremian, in the meat suit of a dental hygienist?” You press your lips into a thin line and nod your head, “Oh, of course you do! You slept with him the same night you met him.”
“What has he done?” You ask, attempting to change the subject.
“Yes, anyways. He and a few others are plotting to kill you and I off and become the new leaders of the underworld.”
“What’s your source?” You ask.
“I’ve got people,” Crowley gives you the same answer as he always does. And although you never mind just to do what your told and staying out of the demon family drama, you always had the curiosity of who the snitch was.
“You know, you always say that. But I think I have a right to know who is giving the order of death.”
“I am.”
“And who is giving you that intel?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Don’t you trust me?”
“You’re a demon. None of you can be trusted.”
“Do what you’re told. You will find them in an apartment complex in Boston. I want all of them taken care of.”
“What’s the timeline?” You ask
“Four days.”
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DEAN’S POV:
I can’t seem to find the devilish grin when I wake up in the middle of the night, in bed next to a girl whose name I will never remember, and collect my clothing that was strewn on the floor in last night’s frenzy.
My phone lights up with a date, the same day my father died, the same day my sister disappeared, the same day I was given a second chance three years ago. The anniversary haunts my dreams on every other day but this one. Sam and I rarely talk on this day, in fact I don’t know where the hell he even is.
I use the bathroom and notice the extra shadow underneath my eyes. I splash myself with cold water and sneak out of the room without my new female companion waking up.
I drive back to the last motel Sam and I stayed in. His duffel bag sits next to his bed, he’s still here. Probably out getting breakfast. I sit on the bed that would have been mine if i stayed the night and reach for dad’s journal on the night stand. I try to restrain myself from flipping through the pages, digging for new information that I know is not there about Y/N. The pages give me nothing but diminishing hope and flashback memories from past cases. I chuck the journal across the room and feel my breathing become heavy.
I shower, letting the warm water relax my tensed muscles and ease my mind. When I walk out, fully dressed, Sam sits at the table, talking on the phone to, I assume, Bobby. When he hangs up, he tells me Bobby noticed a series of murder in philadelphia that cried for our help. Each crime scene found an obscene amount of sulfur. And on a day like this, demons were exactly what we needed.
Sam and I pursued for answers the next hour, driving the dreaded eight hours just to find another crappy motel. We clean and pack our weapons in silence, listing the questions we’ll be asking the damned bastards about Y/N. My heart races at the thought of finding something new, but I try not to get ahead of myself. Expect the worst, but hope for the best. That’s what Y/N would always say and for the past three years, it has been my personal motto.
We call for Castiel’s help. Although he is busy in heaven with his only angelic drama, he is able to scout out the demons and gives us a location.”I am sorry I can not help you on this hunt. But my brothers and sisters need me now.”
“Don’t sweat it, Cas. You help your family and we’ll help ours,” Sam says. I drop my head and go for the door as soon as the angel disappears.
We find the blacked-out abandoned factory several miles from center city. My shoes crunch underneath broken glass and random metal pieces.
Two shadows stand at the far end of the first floor. They stay there, listening to our presence, and allow us to come forward. My instincts kick in and i tighten my hand around Ruby’s knife. These sons of bitches knew we were coming. Sam gets the idea too, as he moves his head from left to right, cracking the stiff bones in his neck.
“So nice for you to finally join us, we were starting to get worried that the two of you were ignoring our invite,” The one on the left speaks. As we get closer the moon shines light through the window, giving me a view of what they look like. The one on the left is a woman, jet-black hair that is dead straight can reach to her elbows. Her bright red lipstick contrasts with her pale face and her eye makeup is dark and heavy. The dude next to her looks like he has a stick up his ass. A man in his thirties in a tight suit, his blonde hair is gelled back behind his ears and his lips have no color.
“One hell of an invitation,” I say, referring the many innocent people they killed. “A simple card in the mail would have been fine.”
“Always one with the smart-ass comments, Dean,” The woman shakes her head. Sam gives me a disapproving look. “But we surely don’t have time for this. I’m going to give you to the count of three and if those weapons are still in your hands, we’re going to have big problems.”
Sam and I glance at each other. Do we take this woman’s threat seriously? We’ve been able to handle more than two demons before so why did I have a bad feeling about this? My brain tells me to do the smart thing and drop the knife, however; I can’t seem to loosen my grip. My eyes tighten into a glare.
“Fine,” She says as soon as she gets to three. I look over at Sam. He still holds his knife too. “The hard way it is.”
Several other demons appear from the shadows of the walls, all in suits and arms crossed behind their backs. I gulp back the wave of nausea that sweeps over me. There is more to this plan than just death of the Winchester boys. But why so many demons to do it?
Sam and I try our hardest to fight our way out, but two against twelve, the odds aren’t too promising. After ten minutes, at most, of struggle Sam and I are chained to chairs, sitting in front of a table, in front of a committee of demons like they were holding a general meeting.
“Are you going to ask me if I plead innocent or guilty?” I motion with my head towards the jury of demons.
Sam coughs, urging me to shut up with the comments.
The woman demon presses her lips into a thin line. “For years, hell has been run by our true leader, Lucifer, the chosen one, to run our kingdom. Demons could run free torturing the souls of innocents for play, murdering for pleasure, and simply participating in all sin imaginable.”
“So, this is history class?” I bite my tongue as the words slip through my lips. I really do need to stop. I’m earned a hard slap across the face from the man who has yet to speak to neither Sam or I.
“Ever since you chuckle heads got him locked up in cage again,” She glares, leaning against the table. “Hell hasn’t been the same. A new leader rose to power dragging along an itty-bitty princess with him along the way,” She speaks with so much disgust I thought she might hurl at the end of her lecture. “I think his drag-along is plotting to kill us all by turning each other against one another.”
“And what does that have to do with us?” Sam spits through clenched teeth. I look down at his chains. If it weren’t for the strong metal, I would have thought he would be breaking through it by now.
One of the demons walks up with a newspaper in his hands and hands it over to the woman. She slaps it on the table. On the front cover is an action shot of a woman running while looking behind herself. The picture is blurry but I can make out the face and know right away that it is my sister. The headline of the picture: WANTED.
Sam doesn’t move his eyes from the page. His eyes scan every words, reading fast before the demon can swipe the only recent picture of Y/N we’ve seen for a long time.
The demon smirks as she takes in the expression on our faces. “Your sister is smart enough to outtake dozens of demons, but not enough to simply stay away from street cameras.”
“What are you asking of us,” Sam finally tears his eyes away from her face, her blurry features, and descriptive paragraphs written by people who dont even know her.
“I think it’s obvious. The best way to get to your enemy is to know their weaknesses. I’m sure if Y/N knew her two idiots of brothers were damsels in distress, she would walk through those doors.”
“I wouldnt count on it,” I say. “We havent seen her for years.”
“Not till daddy gave her up, right? Yeah, we all know about the deal John made when you were close to dead. Except now, he’s not here to save you. And family is still family, problems or not. That’s a Winchester motto. Is it not?”
Sam and I stay quiet.
“If we do this, what will you do to her?” Sam asks. “Are you going to kill her?”
“Yes.”
“You’re out of your freakin mind if you think we would ever agree to that,” I scoff.
“Really?” The demon holds a gun to Sam’s head and glares at me. “Even if your brother was at stake, Dean? You’re going to choose a demon-follower over your own little brother? I knew you could be harsh, Dean...but that is just shocking.”
“Dont do this.”
“I have to do what I need to keep my family alive. And I know you will too.”
“He’s not going to do it,” Sam says with clenched teeth.
“Tell me what to do.” I say.
“Dean!”
“Good choice,” The demon removes the nozzle of the gun from Sam’s head. “Sam will stay here with us until you bring that brat of yours back here. She’s on her way to Boston as we speak. If you dont bring her here, alive, in the next 48 hours, Sam’s brain becomes mesh. Do you understand?”
“Untie me.”
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The demons give me an address. I crumple it in my hands as I walk out the door a free man. I hop in Baby, suddenly feeling uncomfortable to start the ignition. I place two hands on the wheel and take a deep breath. The plan sounds too easy...too easy for me to manipulate the demons and find a way to save all three of us. That makes me nervous to try anything, but I would be a coward not to.
The drive to Boston is about five hours. I drive in silence the whole way there, getting the idea that I am either being followed or watched. The address brings me to a business building in the center of the city. However, the place is closed and I have to pick a lock to get in.
The building is dark until my eyes adjust. I glance at my clock, 2:38 AM. My eyes feel drowsy but the thought of finding Y/N after all these years keeps me going. I grip onto Ruby’s knife. I ascend the stairs, listening closely to any voice.
As I get to floor 9, I hear conversation. I tiptoe down the corridor. My palms sweat around the knife. I press my back against the wall, and on the count of three, I kick the polished wood door open.
I stumble into a conference room. In the center is an oval shaped table with 15 chairs placed around it. The windows that would look out to the skyline are blocked off by the shades, giving the room an eery look.
7 people occupy the room, 8 including myself. 7 boys and 1 girl. 6 of us are in business suits. Their hands are folded in the front of them, grim looks painted on their face, and black eyes boring holes into me.
The girl is pressed up against the wall with an invisible force holding her captive. Her dark hair is messy, falling below her shoulders. Her makeup is ruined from fighting. Her clothes are torn creating holes.
But her blue eyes find my green ones. Memories of my childhood rewind in my head as I stand in front of her. Her mouth drops open when she sees me. She fights against her restraints harder. I find it nearly impossible to take my eyes off of her, but I do.
“Dean Winchester. We were expecting you.” One of the demons say.
“You guys all in this plan?” I point to the six of them with my knife. “Are you going to let me take her alive to the other demons that want her?”
“Oh no,” The leader walks closer to Y/N. He takes a strand of her hair and twirls it around his fingers. It takes every instinct in me not to run at him. “She’s going to die, here, from my hands. And you’re going to watch. Then, you’re going to go back to Philadelphia and tell the others that you don’t have her. Then, you’re going to watch your brother get killed off.”
“ 3 in 1 for revenge,” Another demon speaks up.
My jaw clenches. “Why are you doing this? What has she done to deserve this!”
“She killed my family!” The leader shouted, giving me all his attention and leaving Y/N behind. “And even worse, she’s plotting to kill Crowley.”
“Crowley?” I ask.
“He’s the one that gave us the order to kill her,” The leader turns around. Y/N’s eyes are big. “Bet you didnt know that one sweet heart. He was always one step ahead of you.”
“That’s impossible. Crowley shows no mercy. He would have killed me off a while ago.”
“Oh, Y/N. So naive.” He sighs. “Anyway, I have other things to do besides family feud so,” a knife slips out from under his jacket sleeve. “I’m going to make this quick.”
And so do I. I raise my right arm and throw the demon knife into the leader’s back. He stops in his tracks and sparks from within. He and and Y/N drop to the floor.
I dont have time to hug my sister. I dont have time to tell her how much I missed her. I dont have time to tell her everything she missed. I dont have time to tell her about Sammy.
The other demons swarm around us. Y/N is quick on her feet and yanks the knife out of the leaders back and slashes another demon’s neck with it. She kicks the other knife to me and I plunge into an older man’s gut. Another demon catches me from behind and slams my head into a corner of the desk. I feel warm liquid catch onto my eyebrow and then my eye lid. I brush it off and grab the man by the collar, slamming his head against the table and sticks the knife into his heart.
When I look around, 6 people lie on the floor dead. Y/N is sitting against the window, breathing heavily and staring at me. I stand in place, unable to move, afraid that if I do, this dream may go away. But she picks herself up and walks slowly to me. Then we’re both grabbing each other, squeezing each other tight, afraid to let go.
“I can’t believe it’s really you,” I whisper into her hair. God, she even smells the same. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere for years.” I feel my eyes sting with tears. “I-I’m so sorry.”
“I’ve missed you too, Dean.” She squeezes me one last time before pulling away. She sniffles and giggles. “You look good. Still eating crap?”
“Delicious crap,” I point at her and feel myself grin.
YN smile fades and pulls me back into reality. “The demons said something about Sam. Is he okay?”
“I think so. For now, anyway. They have him hostage back in Philly. I was ordered to come get you and bring you to them alive. If I did that, they would let Sam go.”
“That doesn’t make sense though. If Crowley wants me dead, he would have given the other group of demons the same order. They wouldn’t want me alive.”
“So then they must have a different plan for you.”
“Yeah but what?” Y/N asks herself. She begins walking out the door. I follow hot on her trail. “I hope you brought Baby or else I’m going to be super pissed. I missed her the most.”
We descend down the stairs. Although I realize I still need to get Sam back alive, I can’t help the stupid grin on my face, knowing that Y/N is here with me alive.
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Y/N POV:
Dean caught me up on what he and Sam have been up to for the past three years without me. Apparently Sam fell in love with a demon and that’s the reason the end of the world even started. Dean died eventually and went to hell for 40 years. Bobby was in a wheelchair for a long time. They became close friends with Jo and Ellen, but soon died in an explosion so save Sam and Dean. And a lot more.
I missed listening to Dean talk, drive way over the speed limit, and curse non stop about the creatures he hates. I missed his bad ass attitude and over protectiveness of Sam and I. Sitting next to him, I feel warm and safe.
Then I get an overwhelming sensation of nerves as I think about Sam, tied and beaten because of my late arrival. I miss him as much as I missed Dean. Every time I did research I thought of him and his inner-nerd to keep my focus. Going out, I always ordered a cobb salad in his memory and eventually learned his famous bitch face.
“Dean, listen to me.” I grab onto his jacket before he charges into the building. Rain droplets being to coat his hair and run down his face. “If anything goes wrong in there, you save Sam first, you hear me?”
“Are you out of your mind? I just got you back there is no way I’m letting you go again.”
“So you’re going to let Sam die so that I can live?” Dean is silent. “See, that’s a terrible idea. No.”
“What am I supposed to do? Just leave without you?”
“Let me take care of myself,” His eye go soft on me. I feel my muscles ease from the tension. “And then when the three of us get out of here, I’ll let you protect me all you want.”
“God, what did they do to you?” Dean looks at me painfully.
“You really don’t want to know.” I grab my knife out of my jacket. “Let’s go.”
We walk into the abandoned building. Multiple demons surround Sam who is strapped into a chair in the middle. When his eyes find mine, they brighten and I see him smile through the duct tape that keeps him quiet. It takes all my strength not to run for him.
“Well, you got me.” I speak to the demons. “So let my brothers go.”
“A deal is a deal.” The demon orders another to untie Sam. When Sam is let go he runs at me and lifts me into a hug. He twirls me around and I smile into his neck. He wears the same ugly plaid shirts he would wear three years ago. God, he even smells the same.
“I missed you.” He sets me down.
“I missed you too, gigantor,” I smile up at him. Wow, he really is huge.
I divert my attention back onto the evils of the world. There black eyes no longer send shivers down my spine. “Alright, you soulless sons of bitches. What do you want? Why did you want me alive when the others wanted you dead?”
“Didn’t Crowley tell you? Whoever kills you, gets a prize. And we all know what that would be. Right when you thought you were one step ahead of him, he was always one step ahead of you,” A woman demon smirks.
“My place as his right hand man.” I finish for her, the puzzle pieces coming together.
“Exactly. By sending Dean to get you, we knew that any demon in his way would die if it meant getting to his baby sister. And he did exactly what we told him to do. Bring you here so you can die, and save Sammy’s life. He chose Sam over you.”
I clench my jaw. Dean had a plan. And by the way he stood behind me, I knew that the demons were speaking lies.
“You’re right.” I walk closer to her. “But you lie. You said that you’re going to kill me. That’s a lie right there.”
“Yeah, you wanna bet?” She snarls.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “And guess what? I am always one step ahead of Crowley.”
I quickly bring a gun out from my jacket and shoot my inscripted devil’s trap bullet into her head. Her eyes shoot wide before she falls paralyzed on the floor.
“Go, go, go!” I yell at my brothers to get out as the demons start charging our way. I take out a water gun filled with holy water from my duffel bag and shoot it at all of them.
I jog backwards until I hit the wall next to the exit. I lean my head back and listen for specific beeping in the wall. Beep, beep. beep. I grin and salute the demons. “Like I said, always one step ahead.”
I hit punch the wall in the place where I heard the beeping. I run out the exit as fast as my legs can take me. Sam and Dean are sitting in the impala. Waiting for me even when i told Dean to go without me. Typical. I slide into the back seat and scream at him to hit the engine. He does and as soon as he does, the building behind us goes up in flames without a loud boom. Dean hits the break and we jerk forward. We look behind us and watch the building illuminate orange and red.
I search for escapees and find no one. My terrible plan actually worked!
“Did you do that?” Dean gasps, shocked.
“Yeah.” I let out a breath I didnt know I was holding. “I taught myself how to make a bomb. I heard wind that this building was a meeting point for demons. So, I planted it there a while ago in case of an emergency like this.”
“So this was out of luck?” Sam’s almost shouts at the coincidence.
“Yeah,” I laugh. I sink further into the back seat as I feel my heart rate begin to slow. “lucky break, I guess.”
“Dude, you have got to teach me how to do that!” Dean exclaims as he puts the car back into drive.
Sam chuckles, “It’s good to have you back, YN.”
I smile and sit back up in my seat and lean forward. Sam, Dean, and drive through the night, talking the whole damn time. As the night goes on I come to a realization. This is where I belong. And I ain’t ever leaving again.
