Supernatural Imagines and Preferences

Oh My Gawd Pt. 1

Imagine: You are walking home one night when something happens that brings you to the forest outside of the bunker. Now you need the help of the brothers to go back.
word count: 1067
characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
warnings: none, really

It had seemed like a normal day, but that was far from true. You dragged your fingers through your hair as you looked around. You were lying on the grass, somewhere in some kind of forest. It was dark and the only light there was was a small glistening of the moon through the branches of the trees. There were scratches all over your arms, legs and stomach and you didn't know what was happening. One moment you were walking home after a party, the next you tried to grasp for the man's hand. 

You were alone on the bridge, or so you thought. You were almost home when you saw an elderly looking man standing on the edge of the bridge. You ran to him, but when you tried to stop him you fell over, damn clumsyness. 

You were soaked, afraid and in pain as you made your way, looking for a way out of this neverending forest. Maybe this was just a dream, you had fell and gotten unconsiece. No, that's nonsense, or is it? Looking around you noticed it did look familiar, yet it felt like you've never been there.

After what felt like centuries of looking for a way out you saw a light in the distance, one that didn't belong to the moon. Maybe you were lucky enough and the person living there was nice and not some kind of creep.

You walked up to the place and the closer you got the more you started to recognise it. 

'It can't be.' you thought and so you made your way to the door. You knocked on it, still shaking with clattering teeth. You had lost your shoes in the water and the ground was covered in snow, not to mention you were only wearing a pair of shorts with a crop top. 

The door opened and you had to stop yourself from fainting. Infront of you was one of your heroes. A light stubble on his face, the brown hair falling over his shoulder and his eyes a chocolate brown. He was wearing a red vest with a white shirt underneath it and dark blue jeans. He cleared his troath and you blinked, noticing you had been staring at the broad man who was about 3 heads taller than you.

"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Jared Padalecki?" I questioned with big eyes and my jaw somewhere on the ground.
"Not this again." I heard him mumble as he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut. I was right, it was the bunker of the Winchester brothers. Wait a sec, he seemed weirded out by the name Jared Padalecki, that must mean- no. It's not Sam Winchester, it can't be, he's a character.

I had drowned in my thoughts so deeply that I hadn't noticed we were now in the library. He set me down on a chair and pulled a box out. Out of the box he grabbed some ropes and he started tieing me up. Here I am, sitting still, not doing anything. I just can't get my mind around it. Before snapping back he had already tied my wrists, waist and ankles to the chair. Right at that moment the other man walked in.

His dirty blond hair all messy with a brown flannel, a black T-shirt and dark blue jeans. Dean Winchester, the older brother, another hero of mine.

"What the hell is this Sam?" he asked as he looked at his brother, pointing my way with a confused look all over his face.
"She called me Jared Padalecki." he told his older brother and they both turned to look at me. Sam crossed his arms as Dean pulled out a chair, sitting across from me.
"How do you know that name?" Dean asked.
"It's the actor's name." I said. "But you guys aren't the actors, are you?" 
"No, we aren't. You still haven't told me what the hell is going on."
"I was walking home when I fell into a river and ended up in the forset. I was lost, but then I saw the light coming from this place so I wanted to shoot my shot and then your brother over there dragged me in here and tied me up, not that I mind for that matter, but still."
"Why don't you mind?" Sam questioned with a puzzeled look.
"Hellooo?! You are the freaking Winchester brothers, you guys are amazing." I laughed. "I would however like it if you two would untie me."

Dean gave his brother a nod and Sam took out his pocket knife, cutting the ropes loose again.
"So, who are you?" Sam then asked.
"My name is Y/N. I'm from, how did you call it, Earth 2?"
"We know where you're from. You're from the Earth where I'm something called a Jared Padalecki and he's Jensen Ackles."
"Yeah." I nodded, not really knowing what to say.

They then led me into a room where I could change and they gave me a pair of blue shorts and a red sweater. They sweater looked like a dress on me, not that I'm THAT short, Dean, who the sweater belonged to, was just way taller than me. The cute part: it was a Stanford sweater.

After drying myself and putting the clothes on I walked back to the library where Sam was invested in a book.

"Thanks for lending me your clothes." I said as I pulled up a chair. "Where's Dean?"
"Shower." Sam answered without looking up.
"What 'cha doing?"
"I'm looking for a way to bring you back to your world, so if you could be silent I would really appreciate it."
"Jared is way more fun." I mumbled under my breath as I got up again and looked around the bunker.

"What are you doing?" I heard a voice ask and when I turned around I saw Dean standing in the doorway. His hair was still damp and he was only wearing a pair of light blue leans.
"Just looking around, Sam was getting annoyed." I chuckled. "Thanks for lending me your clothes by the way."
"No problem, they look way better on you than they do on me anyway." he smirked. I know flirting is just a game to him, like his second nature, but man the way he says it. That little smirk coming along, I just couldn't help but blush.

You know what, maybe I'll just 'help' Sam a little. Make sure I get out of this place, or maybe, just the complete opposite.