Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

"We can explain"

*You get the wrong motel key and walk in on the Winchesters loading their guns*

"Can I please get a room for one night? A single bed will do." I smile kindly at the woman which I assume runs the Greenstorm Motel. Traveling across the country has some disadvantages. For example, eating cheap food in fast foods and sleeping in crappy motel rooms.

"That'll be $15." The blonde replies in a monotone voice, indicating that she must have done this thousands of times before. I pull out a crumpled $20 from the pocket of my jeans and hand it to her in exchange for a room key and a $5. Number 14.

I shove the money into the back pocket of my black jeans and head to my left towards the room with a 'thanks'. This motel seems decent enough. And anyway, it's the only one I could find at 10pm...

I come to a stop in front of the red door with the number 14 and put the key in the lock, twisting it. Please let this be a decent room. I'm sick of grimy rooms. The door swings open and I freeze on the spot, taking in the scenery. There are two men standing by a table, sorting out a whole arsenal of threatening guns.

The one with longer hair looks up in utter shock as he registers movement in the room and immediately stands up, tapping the smaller man on the shoulder. Oh no. Are they going to kill me? This is it, I'm gonna die. In a fricking motel room. Just peachy.

"It's not what it looks like!" The tall one exclaims, a worried expression passing across his god-like features. Literaly. He looks like Jesus.

"I think the lady gave me the wrong room key..." I trail off, moving to walk out of the room with wide eyes. I don't exactly have a death wish. The tall one takes a step forward, his hands cautiously outstretched in front of him, as if to calm me down.

"Please. It's really not what i-it looks like. Let us explain. I'm Sam and that's Dean." The tall man, Sam, hurries as his eyes plead with me. Under normal circumstances, I'd run for the hills without so much as a side glance. But something about these two men seems... Intriguing. Maybe I do have a death wish.

I take a cautious step into the room and close the door, my eyes never leaving the pile of ten or so guns. Hell, there's even more. "Okay, so you're not planning to go on a killing spree. Right?" Never in my years of life have I ever felt this way. Terrified yet curious. Sick yet drawn to all of this.

"Umm, no. Please sit down" Sam reassures me with a tight chuckle. The two men walk out of hearing range, probably discussing how to kill me without any evidence and where to buy acid to dissolve my withering corpse.

In the meanwhile, I look around the small room. It's all black and red, with two double beds. Brothers, is my guess. This room is pretty romantic, if you think about it that way. And clean.

"Alright. This may sound crazy, but we hunt monsters. Demons, vampires, ghouls. You name it, we killed it." The smaller one with hypnotising green eyes says uneasily, carefully judging my every reaction. D-demons? Crap. Their expressions are dead hard and serious. Maybe... Maybe they're telling the truth? This is outrageous. I'm careful to keep my expression neutral. Poker is finally paying off.

"I'd have to see that for myself to-" I start but get cut off by Deans rough stern voice. "No. You're not coming with us. For your own safety." Sam and Dean share a brief glance. It's obvious I'm not getting anywhere with this. And they're probably bullshiting anyway.

I walk to the door, my hand resting on the handle. "Fine by me. I'll just assume you're both nutjobs then." I say matter of factly, glaring at the brothers. That's probably what they are. Two dick sucking monkey nutjobs.

"No. You'll come with us. And Dean won't say crap." Sam calls over to me, glaring at the other man. He just scoffs and returns to the table to clean his guns, I assume. "But I'm staying here tonight. I'm a light sleeper, so don't try anything. I'm (Y/N), by the way. Who's bed's that?" I ask, pointing to the closest one.

There's also no way I'm staying in a different room. They could leave and leave me here for all I know. Maybe even kill me. But it's a risk I'm willing to take. I definitely have a death wish.

"Mine, why?" Sam says, eyeing me with curiosity. I shrug my shoulders, sitting down on it. "Looks like we're sharing" I wink at him, earning a groan from Dean. Maybe he was expecting me to share with him... Whatever.

Let's hunt some monsters.