Supernatural Imagines

It was always quiet

/POSSIBLE MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, AND PTSD/

I am not romanticizing mental illness in this chapter. Love doesn't heal all wounds, but it does give some strength to carry on. For some people love can help you on the journey and for some it won't. Everyone heals differently.

We met Y/n on a hunt gone bad. A werewolf pack turned out to be doubled what we thought it was going to be. It had been taking children to use as bait for adults.

Currently Sam and I were barricading ourselves in one of the countless sheds on the property. Too many wolves and not enough bullets to make it out of there easily. It was cutting too close. At least five of them were trying to break down to door, and we had no clue how we were going to swing this.

"What are we gonna do, Dean?" Sam asked with his back pressed against the shelf that was holding the door.

"I don't know Sam!" I yelled and kicked a lone bucket. "I'm straight out of ideas! The kid lied!"

I looked at Sam before checking out how many bullets I had left. Hell I was a great shot, but it didn't hurt to always have extra. This one was going to be really close. One of us was going to come out of this really hurt.

Sam moved to stand beside me, rather to fight our way out than just sit there to become puppy chow. The door continued to bang, the shelf moving with the each hit.

Sam looked at me once more before he faced forward and took position. Just as the door was getting ready to be beat in, it all stopped. It got deathly quiet and no movement could be seen.

"Do you think," I started as I lowered my gun an inch. "Do you think they left?"

"Dean," Sam started to say before the doors were kicked open. I raised my gun in surprise and was shocked to see a woman standing there.

From the position of the doors I could several forms laying around the doorway, all with shots in their chest. She surveyed the area before she settled on Sam and I. She lowered her gun and holstered it before taking a few steps to us.

Startled because she didn't say anything, I kept my gun out as Sam lowered his. "Are you a hunter?" Sam asked.

She nodded her head gestured to her throat and mouth.

"Mute?" Sam guessed and she nodded her head.

"How did you take all of the wolves down? We didn't hear any shots?" I asked as I lowered my gun.

She raised an eyebrow at me before pointing towards the front of a gun where the silencer sat. I nodded, a little embarrassed to not notice it when she walked in.

"Are there still more out there?" Sam asked as he made his way to the doorway. She nodded and pointed in the direction of the main house.

"Well," I said as I walked up to her, looking her up and down and not knowing if we could trust her yet. "What are we waiting for?"

She sent me an amused glance before nodding her head in the direction of the house, finger going to her lips.

The rest of the hunt went successful, really having an extra set of hands made the difference. She held her own well, she was definitely a good shot. After we had taken care of the bodies and the police had taken the kids away, I invited her for beers. We learned later that night that her name was Y/n. She had been mute since her late childhood and didn't really prefer to make much of an effort in communicating. If she wanted us to know something, she let us know. By the end of night we had swapped numbers, promising to call her soon if we needed any help.