Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

The Hunt of Your Life

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester (no pairing)

Warnings: angst, talk of being possessed, explicit violence

Summary: When you were younger, a demon possessed your mother and killed your entire family. You escaped, but he's finally found you again and he's going to make sure you don't survive this.

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"I didn't kill them," you whispered even though they wouldn't believe you.

"Your family was attacked when you were younger, right?" he asked which brought back some painful memories.

"Mom!" you screamed as she stabbed your father with blind rage. Blood splattered everywhere, and some got on your face which terrified you. Something wasn't right with your mother because she was such a good mom up until this point. Your parents were very much in love, but now, here she was, stabbing him repeatedly.

"Mom stop!" you yelled. She looked up at you with evil in her eyes just as blackness covered every inch of her eyes. She stood up and began walking to you with malice in her steps before the front door busted open, and a man and his son came rushing in with guns raised.

"Winchesters," your mother sneered as she saw the hunters. Not knowing what was going on, you looked at the intruders with fear. The older man began chanting in Latin, and your mother began to scream. Before he could go any further, your mother stabbed herself in the chest a few times before tipping her head back and screaming. Black smoke filtered through her mouth before disappearing from sight. She fell to the ground, and you knew she was dead from the look in her eyes.

"Yeah."

"You were the sole survivor of something brutal. The man who did it was never found. This stews in the back of your head until you're capable of doing something about it."

"No."

"No? So, the large buckets of blood we found at the crime scene that belongs to you, isn't yours, right?"

"They're coming, I can sense them," the demon inside you grinned as she sliced your arm from wrist to elbow. Your blood flowed down your arm and onto the floor so that it marked you were here after the demon left your body.

"You're still not going to get away with this," you growled.

"Come to think of it, I might. See, you escaped when I killed mommy and daddy. Now, I'm just finishing what I started," she said before magically healing your wound once enough blood was on the walls and floor.

"How did you get that injury? Trying to run from what you did?" the officer asked when you ignored his earlier question.

"I want you to remember me being inside you, making you kill these innocent people and their kids. Something that will stay with you for weeks after I'm gone," the demon said before slamming your shoulder into the wall which popped it out of place. Of course, you didn't feel any pain, but once the demon was gone, you knew it would hurt like a bitch.

"Why did you kill that family? Revenge for what happened to you?"

"I didn't kill them," you sighed.

"We have enough evidence at the crime scene to say you did!"

"Then I would be in jail by now, wouldn't I? This whole interrogation is pointless if you have all the evidence. This tells me that you're missing something crucial. The one thing that you need in order to pin this all on me, don't you? My confession. You're not going to get it," you said as the officer glared at you. Before he could yell at you, the door opened and two extremely handsome men entered as they flashed their FBI badges.

"Who the hell are you?" the officer asked.

"Agents Angus and Young. FBI. We're here to take over this interrogation."

"You can't do that."

"Take it up with our boss. In the meantime, get out," the shorter one said with piercing green eyes. The officer got up in a huff before leaving the room. The two agents took a seat and stared at you.

"Look, I'm not confessing because I didn't do it," you sighed. The taller one turned off the camera in the room so that there wasn't any physical evidence of what was about to be said.

"We know."

"Excuse me?"

"It was a demon, wasn't it?"

"How did you know?" you asked as you sat up straighter.

"We've, or I've been hunting that demon for a long time. Y/L/N isn't it?" the older one asked.

"Winchesters," you whispered as you remembered the only name that has been haunting you since the beginning. "Are you a Winchester?"

"That was me and my dad. I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam."

"They won't let me go. They think I did it. I mean, I guess I did, but it wasn't me."

"We know, and they will let you go since you're under our protection now."

"Why are you doing this? The demon isn't in me anymore."

"No, but we think it's close, and we need your help to catch it. If you're seen in the town we think it's in, it'll make an appearance.

"You mean you want it to possess me again. Not a chance in hell."

"We're the best of the best, Y/N. We won't let anything happen to you. This demon killed your family. Don't you want it dead?" Sam asked.

"They won't let me just walk out of here," you sighed.

"Watch us," Dean grinned as he got up. The officers on the other side of the glass won't be happy, but at least now you can get some type of closure. Taking a deep breath, you walked out of the room with the two hunters, and every single police officer glared at the thought of letting you go. As you walked out of the office, you turned back to see the officer that was questioning you, and you froze in fear when you saw his eyes turn black.

He found you again.