Supernatural Preferences and Imagines!! (Requests Are Open!!)

Day 2 of Christmas: Call up an old friend

You couldn't say that you loved hunting. I mean sure you loved the people you met along the way, but hunting itself wasn't exactly your dream job. It was just something to do until you took your last breath. Your last adventure. The day you started hunting wasn't because your friends and family had died to vamps. You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were hanging out with your best friend in a mall until they closed. Having a grand old time running around from store to store, trying on things, and buying only a few of those things. You two decided to walk home after the mall closed and you said your goodnights and spilt when your friend reached her street. You were close to your home when a werewolf jumped out from an alleyway and wrapped his arm around your neck and his other arm around your stomach, holding you close to himself. Your eyes were wide with terror as you saw another man in a flannel shirt barreling towards you.

"You come any closer and I'll claw her fucking throat open!!" You whimpered as your brain processed what he said. At that moment, the man in the flannel (who you would later come to know as Harry), took out a gun from his jeans and took aim. You begged and pleaded with him not to shoot, all he did was tell you his name and assure you it would be fine. Finally, Harry shot the werewolf and his body dropped to the ground, taking you with him. Harry helped you up and walked you the rest of your way home. All the while explaining the supernatural and what hunting was. Telling you to not tell anyone, and giving you his number, just in case you needed help again in the future, or if you wanted to join him in this life.

Of course, after the whole thing, you told everyone you knew. Of course, they didn't believe you. They started worrying about you when you became obsessed with the supernatural and hunting. You still talked to your friends and family. They knew what you did, they just acted like they never heard you say that before. So your friends and family were safe. They knew the protocol. Sure that meant they'd always be in some sort of danger but they assured you that they could handle themselves. Especially since you basically forced them into self-defense training. You also made them study the basic monsters like werewolves and vamps so that they weren't completely in the dark. They had all your means of communication, and as much as they didn't like it, they knew what to do with you and your stuff when you died.

All that was well and good when you were on your own. But then you met the Winchesters. You then knew that your family would need extra protection. You and the boys warded all your friends and family's houses with the help of Rowena. You also made them bracelets with anti-possession charms on them for a little extra protection. Sam and Dean always made sure you were protected. Saying, "You're the most important person in our little family. We can't just leave you hanging." You appreciated everything they did for you. Which is why you were doing this for them.

You'd called your Best Friends, Mother and Father, Sisters and Brothers, and Harry. Asking them how things have been. Filling them in on your life, recent hunts, and your holiday plans. It was a few hours well spent. Meanwhile, you told Sam and Dean to try contacting some friends and just talk. Sam got in contact with a few friends from college and talked to them for a few hours, leaving out all the supernatural stuff of course. Dean called Jody and Donna and talked with them, setting up a time when all of you guys could come together and hang out.

No you guys didn't do anything special today. But it was enough for the boys, which meant it was enough for you.