Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Something to Lose (d.w)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: beautiful angst, major character death

Summary: You have one purpose in life. Heal. No matter how long it takes, you will always heal those who need it. You've traveled the world across different eras and seen humanity grow and learn, all the way to the 21st century. There, you met Dean Winchester and everything you thought you couldn't have, Dean proves otherwise. He's your greatest love and the most important one of all.

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The town is quiet. Everyone is inside their houses sleeping, like you should be, but there is something you need to do. You were chosen for this. You have a destiny to fulfil. You slip out the back door of your little cottage and stick to the trees behind your house. It's better than being int the streets where you can be caught by police. They're tracking down on people staying out after curfew. If you're caught, you could be arrested.

This would not bode well.

The only thing you have to light your way is the torch in your hands, and you take extra care not to let the flames touch the dry leaves above you. The last thing you need is accidentally setting your town on fire. Not that it would be a bad thing. Almost everyone in this town are bad people. Thieves, corrupt politicians, murderers, and traffickers.

No one is safe after dark.

You keep your head down and your hood up to hide your face as you hurry along the unmarked trail. You're late. Sister Alice will not be pleased about this, but you left late. It's not your fault your father stayed up nursing three glasses of alcohol. As soon as he passed out on the couch, you were able to slip away.

Sister Alice's cottage is on the outskirts of town, away from authority. No one comes out here because no one likes Sister Alice. They claim she's a witch and refuse to welcome her into town. She is one, but she doesn't want to pretend just to please them. They don't have evidence against her being a witch which is why they haven't set fire to her and her cottage. She mostly stays out of people's way. Most have forgotten about her or have better things to do with their time.

You reach her cottage and set the torch in the holder right outside her front door. You knock twice and she opens it seconds later.

"You are late."

"I am sorry. Father had not gotten to bed yet."

"We are just about to get stated. Come." You slips inside and close the door behind you, following her into the back room where Sister Margaret and Sister Catherine are. "Do you know why you are here, Y/N?"

"Yes."

"Why are you here?"

"To fufil the purpose of the coven. To heal."

"Yes. Our time has come to pass on the responsiblity to you." Alice, Catherine, and Margaret stand around a table with different ingredients for the spell. Sitting in the middle of a bowl with red liquid inside. Blood. "With this spell, it will tie you to us. You will now be the sole proprietor for this coven. Do you understand what is at stake?"

"Yes."

Catherine mutters something in Latin before tossing in a few ingredients into the bowl. Margaret says something different in Latin and tosses a few more ingredients into the spell.

"It is now your turn, my dear," Alice says.

You offer your hand which she takes. She picks up a long jagged knife and places the tip of the blade to your palm. She pricks your palm so that your blood pools in the middle of your hand. All the spell needs is a few drops of your blood for it to tie to you. She sets the knife down and flips your hand to allow your blood to drip into the mixture.