Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #101

     Imagine: John and the boys end up in the hospital after a hunt gone bad. So while the three of them work on getting better, John calls you, his young hunting partner, and asks you to finish up the case for him. By yourself. The only problem is, you two don't always see eye-to-eye.

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     I walked through the white halls of the hospital, eager to find out what could possibly be wrong with John Winchester this time. Probably a rogue demon or a son who has run away again. I had to be ready for anything before walking into his room.

     I finally found his room number, looking inside. There he was, sitting up in his bed with a gown on. He had his thick journal laid out in front of him. I sighed, making him look up as I crossed my arms, walking in.

     "You know, hospitals are usually for resting?" I told him. "Healing?"

     "You and I both know us hunters don't have time for that," he joked, and I scoffed, staring at him from the end of his bed.

     "Hm. Where are your boys?" I wondered.

     "Not far," he said. "But I didn't call you here to talk about my boys."

     "...What do you want, John?" I asked him.

     "I need a favor, but you're not gonna like it," he said, and my eyebrows shot up. "...Look, I can't work a case from a hospital bed."

     I knew it was coming. I shook my head, sighing once again. He just looked at me as I tried not to get angry. I wanted to help, but I had my own crew and my own work to get back to.

     "We've talked about this," I reminded him. "I have my own work that I keep putting on pause because you always need me."

     "I don't know who else I'd call," he said. "Come on, Y/N. We used to be partners. You were a best friend to Sam and Dean. What happened to that?"

     "Your obsession with that demon," I replied honestly, and he got uneasy. "That's what happened."

     "That demon took my wife," he said angrily.

     "Right, because it's dangerous," I said, raising my voice. "And instead of moving on with knowing how to handle it if it comes after you, you're going after it, and you're dragging your kids down with you. What happens when that thing takes you? What happens when it takes one of your sons?"

     "...Can you take the case or not?" he changed the subject.

     I scoffed, shaking my head. Sighing, I looked back up at him. My arms plopped down at my sides.

     "Fine," I told him. "Fine. What do you got?"