Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

New Life's Purpose

Pairing: No Pairing (female!reader)

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You've completed your life's mission. You've lived a luxurious lifestyle. You want something more. You want to do something more with your life. Something like a new life's purpose.

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All these choices yet you don't know which one you want. The manager gathered everything he had that fit the description you gave but you're still having a hard time deciding.

"If I may, ma'am, I think this one would look fantastic on you," he says and points to the necklace.

"It's not for me. It's for a friend."

The store manager is nervous because this is such a high-end store that the only people who come in to shop must have millions to their name–which you do. More like billions, but that's neither here nor there.

You tap your fingers on the desk rhythmically as you look at all of the options. People pass by the store on their way to other stores that they can afford but none of them interest you. Not until two men walk by that makes you smile.

"Sam! Dean!" Both men stop and look into the store in confusion. "Over here. Come here." They look at each other in confusion. "Come here. I need you two." They step inside, unsure of what is going on. You grab the necklace the store manager pointed to and one that you had your eyes on, and you place both necklaces on Sam and Dean's neck. "Which one would look better?"

"What the hell is going on?" Dean asks.

"It's hard to say, ma'am. They both compliment their skin tones."

"I'll get both," you shrug and hand the necklaces back to the manager.

"Of course, ma'am," the manager grins and takes the necklaces back. He rings up the very expensive necklaces and accepts your cash before handing you the bag with them in it. "Have a pleasant day, ma'am."

"I intend to. Thank you, Tony." You grab the bag and leave the store knowing the Winchesters are going to follow you. You hold the bag to Sam who takes it with a confused look. "Hold this for me, please."

"What is going on?" Sam mutters to his brother.

"Who are you? How do you know us?" Dean asks.

As you're walking, you look into the windows of various stores, only interested in ones that have the price tags in the thousands.

"You're Sam and Dean Winchester, born to Mary Campbell and John Winchester. Mary died when Sam was six months old by Azazel and John died by selling his soul for Dean to the same demon. You two grew up on the road with fun Uncle Bobby who later died by a gunshot wound to the head, courtesy of that dick, Dick. I'm sure I missed an angel or two in there somewhere."

Dean immediately stops you outside the store you're looking for.

"Okay, lady, who the hell are you? I won't ask again. How do you know us?"

"My name is Y/N, and I'm the daughter of the archangel, Michael. I'm a tribrid of a werewolf, vampire, and witch along with angelic grace floating around inside of me. I guess that makes me a quad-brid," you chuckle at your joke. You walk into the store and look around for some new clothes since your old wardrobe is getting pretty boring to style. "Ooh, this would look good on you, Dean. Feel free to get whatever you want. My treat."

"Why did you find us? What do you want?" Sam asks.

You take a nice shirt and hold it up against Sam, deciding that this would look good on him. You do the same for Dean and let the younger Winchester hold your purchases.