Supernatural Imagines

Trust Issues

"Are you serious?" Dean hisses down into the phone. His voice was so aggressive that it made Sam abandon his research, and glance over curiously at his brother. "I don't give a damn Bobby! Me and Sam ..."

Dean moves the phone away from his ear, wincing at the screams coming from the other end. Sam laughs, hearing Bobby even though he was across the room from where Dean was standing.

"Ok, ok ..." Dean mutters, trying to silence the man's tirade. He sighs, and looks heavenward. "When is she coming?" Dean pauses, no doubt listening to the response, but was still frowning. "Ok fine. We'll meet her at the bar, and then we'll deal with it." Dean pauses, before rolling his eyes. "Yes, together." He looks over to where Sam was sitting, and rolls his eyes "Gotta go Bobby. I'll call you when it's done. Ok, bye."

Dean snaps his phone closed, before all but marching over to the motel table and snatching a beer.

"Trouble in paradise?" Sam teases as his brother nearly downs the entire bottle in one go.

Dean scowls, before lowering himself into the seat opposite Sam, still frowning.

"Bobby called reinforcements."

"What? Why?"

"I dunno Sammy. Suddenly we can't take out a few vamps without Black Mamba." Sam frowns, not really catching the reference. Dean notices, and actually scoffs. "Seriously dude?! Kill Bill? Uma Thurman? Ring any bells ..."

"You know, I haven't seen every movie known to man."

"Yeah, just the stupid ones."

Sam sends his brother one of his famous bitch faces, before strating to type on his laptop once again. "Whose coming?"

"Some woman." Dean answers with a shrug, and Sam looks up at his brother, confusion etched on his face.

"That's it? That's all that Bobby told you?"

Dean sighs, before reaching for another beer. "She worked with Rufus a couple of years back. Apparently she's barely more than a kid, but Vamps are her 'speciality'." Dean replies, actually air quoting the last word.

"Well, the more people, the quicker this is over right?" Sam says, before reaching over and grabbing a beer before Dean has the opportunity to drink all their supplies.

Sam and Dean immediately recognise the young woman sitting at the bar as a hunter. She was wearing a dark brown jacket, a long oversized shirt and jeans, as well as leather boots.

Dean strolls over casually, and Sam has to stifle a laugh as he sees his brother's expression. Cleary, the eldest Winchester was not so keen on working with another Hunter. They had done it before, but Sam had a feeling it was more about his stubbornness than anything else. Bobby had told him they would need help, and that didn't sit well with Dean.

"Y/N right?" Dean asks, and the young woman turns at the bar, hearing her name.

Seeing the two men, the hunter smiles widely, before offering her hand for a shake. Sam accepts it immediately, but Dean is more hesitant. He was looking at the woman oddly, and she couldn't quite decipher his expression.

"Yeah, and you must be the famous Winchesters." Y/N replies with a smile, before grabbing her drink and quickly downing the rest of the contents.

"That's us." Sam says, after Dean just remains silent.

Y/N nods, unsure of what to say next. She thinks it would be best to cut to the chase, so she stands from the bar. "So, I hear you got a couple of Vamps?"

It takes an hour for Sam and Dean to explain the entire case to their new hunting companion. They quickly decide on a pretty straight forward plan, and before the end of the night, the three hunters were making their way to the warehouse the Vamps called home.