Dribs and Drabs of One Shots

Dean Winchester - Child's Play

Based off the imagines from alloftheimaginesblog on tumblr:

Imagine hearing a knock on your door and opening it to see them holding up their FBI badges & Imagine going on a hunt with Dean and Sam & Imagine Dean's reaction when you start showing up the person who harassed you & Imagine Team Free Will saving you from being tortured

 Warnings: language, mild descriptions of blood and torture (possible trigger warning), bit of an age gap but not underage, slight sexual harassment

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 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...' I sang as I scrubbed at my white tank top with a hot towel, trying desperately to get the blood out of it. I knew it was useless when I started but I guess I was in denial. It was my favourite hunting top after all. 

I looked back into the mirror in my small en suite bathroom; my eyes quickly drifting over my face and hair that was caked in dirt and blood. There were a few mild scratches on my face; one just under my eye, another across my lips and a third one on my forehead but nothing could be said for vampire I had just decapitated. I tended to get a bit carried away whenever I was on a hunt for a vampire. I think, subconsciously, it was my way of revenge as vampires killed my little brother 3 years ago. 

My phone buzzed on the side of the sink, making me drop the towel in surprise. 'Shitting hell!' I moaned. Wiping my hands on my dirty jeans, I picked up the phone to see a text from Rog, my hunter partner: 

SOS. 

FBI IN TOWN. 

'Oh bugger,' I breathed. I rubbed my eyes, attempting to wake myself up from this nightmare. Just as I had placed my phone back down, the doorbell rang. My eyes widened as I stood there in silence, hoping that whoever was at the door would just assume no one was home and would just leave. 

Three hard knocks on the door made me hold my breath; each knock making me jump. 'Excuse me, Miss? It's the FBI. We know you're here, ma'am.' 

I frowned in confusion before remembering that I didn't leave my truck down the road as I usually did in case a situation like this ever occurred. 

'Shit, shit, shit!' I muttered, wondering how on earth I was going to get out of this sticky situation. Snapping my fingers together as though a light bulb had turned on above me, I frantically rushed over to the shower, stripping as I went, before turning it on full blast. I bit my lip hard to stop myself from swearing as I scrubbed my head in the cold water, managing to be done in less than 30 seconds.

 I jumped out of the shower, wrapping a towel round me before throwing my hunting clothes, and the weapons I had randomly brought into the bathroom with me, into the laundry basked before practically falling down the stairs.

 'Sorry,' I breathed as I opened the door to see two very tall, very good looking men in suits, not really caring that my hair probably looked like a soaked birds nest and that I had my Finding Nemo towel wrapped around my body. 'Long day at work and I've only just got back,' I said with a sweet smile, hoping to seem a normal girl in a normal town with a vampire infestation. Well, deceased infestation.

 'It's alright, ma'am. We're sorry to interrupt you so late,' said the tallest man; his hair going slightly past his ears.

 'It's fine,' I said, giving him a smile. 'So...What can I do for you guys?'

 The shorter man cleared his throat, turning my attention to him. He seemed a little flustered even though half of my body was behind the door. I tried to stop my blush rising to my cheeks but knew that it was futile. 'I'm Agent Barton, that's Agent Banner. We're here to talk to you about the murders which have been happening in your town.'