Supernatural Imagines

Returned

As you pull into the lot of an old abandoned barn, which was now a vampire nest, you spot a familiar 1967 Chevy Impala. "Dammit." you mutter. Those idiots had gone in already, completely outnumbered. You were hoping you'd have beat them here, but you hadn't.

Shaking your head, you grab your tranquilizer gun with all the dead man's blood filled darts you had, and your machete. You then head inside. You were going to have to save their stupid asses. You'd covered your scent earlier with the disgusting mixture of saffron, skunks, cabbage, and trillium, so the vamps wouldn't be able to smell you coming. Hopefully they wouldn't hear you either.

Creeping along the walls of the barn, you eventually come to a room that wasn't empty or filled with corpses. Peering around the corner, you spot five vamps. One was holding Sam back, one was holding Dean back, and one was standing between the two of them. The other two were standing a few feet in front of them. With the way they were all positioned, you were to the side. None of them were facing you, which was good. You manage to fire two darts before anyone spots you, and you duck back behind the wall. From what you saw, you hit the vamp holding Sam and the one between the two brothers. After a minute, you peer back around and fire another dart, taking down the last vamp standing. Figuring the boys could finish beheading the vampires, you wait. They didn't exactly know you were alive yet, so you thought staying back until the hunt was finished would be best.

Once the grunts and sounds of machetes slicing through necks stop, a voice calls out, "Who's there?"

It was Dean. First you set your gun down and slip your machete back into it's sheath. Then you step into view.

The two brothers stand there, staring at you with wide eyes and disbelief. "Y/N?" they both question.

"It's me."

"But... how?" Dean asks. You were dead. You'd been dead for months. How the hell were you standing in front of them right now?

"Made a deal with the devil." you reply matter-of-factly.

At the haunted looks that cross their faces, you give them a cheeky smile and say, "Kidding. An angel owed me a favor."

"We- we burned your body." Sam states, entirely bewildered by the situation.

"Yeah, thanks for that. Made it a hell of a lot harder to come back. But now I'm here. Just in time it seems, because I just saved your asses."

"You did not. We had a plan." Dean responds.

"Oh really? And what would that be?"

Sam shakes his head. "Fine, you saved us. Now get over here and give us a hug." he says, slipping his machete into it's sheath so that his arms were free.

You smile and walk over to them. You hug Sam first, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Sam leans down and wraps his arms around you as well, momentarily lifting you off the ground. "God I missed you." he says as he sets you back down.

"I missed you too." you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Then you turn to Dean, who seemed to be waiting for his hug.

He pulls you into one, squeezing you tightly. "You have no idea how good it is to see you." he mumbles into your hair.

You squeeze him back, knowing that despite the tough exterior Dean liked to put up, he needed the hug as much as you did. Then you pull back, taking a step backwards as well, so that you were facing them both.

"Bunker hasn't been the same without you, kid." Dean says.

"Well it has been more quiet." Sam states.

"And less messy." Dean adds.

"Hey!" you say, a note of offense in your voice.

"Still hasn't been the same. We've missed you." the younger Winchester says with a small smile.

"I've missed you guys too. Now how about we go get some food and drinks, celebrate me saving you two idiots?" you suggest, smiling at them.

"You're not going to let us forget that, are you?" Dean asks.

"Not for a while. Now what do you say?"

"Lets go." Dean responds, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Sam does the same, sandwiching you between the two of them.

You smile to yourself, wrapping an arm around each of their waists. You were back with your boys, right where you belonged.

author: doomedbrothers

Please
Like -- Comment -- Request