SuperLock Imagines

Storms (Charlie x Reader)

Thunder crashed outside of your secluded cabin. Lightning lit up the skies, throwing shadows through the surrounding woods.

Rain pounded relentlessly outside, and you looked up in anger to the demon in front of you. He stood, holding a long knife that ran with blood. Your blood.

You hadn't lost too much yet, but you knew that you didn't have a lot of time left before you got weak.

So you used that time wisely. Putting your hunting skills to good use, you jumped up, kicking the man in the side of the head. The force of your kick caused him to fall quickly, the knife getting dropped.

Without hesitation, you left for the knife.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundis spiritus-" You started the exorcism, hoping that you could finish and banish the demon before he got up. 

But as you were growing weak from the loss of the blood oozing from a deep wound on your shoulder. The demon got up, a malicious smile creeping up his cheeks. Your (e/c) eyes widened in fear as he pushed you down once again to the floor.

As you lay on your back, looking up at the demon, you locked eyes with him. He never looked away as he raised the knife he had gotten back over his head.

And with the strength no man should ever have, he plunged it down into your abdomen. Silver flashed again and again in the light of the storm outside. Your screams melded with the thunder outside, and the pain you felt could not be described.

You just wanted it to be over.

But quickly, it was. Looking up once again at the demon, your mouth opened, to say something, anything.

Nothing came out except for the blood staining the corners of your lips and a croak. The demon straightened, grinning. You wanted to ask why, but before you could, he tossed you your cell-phone.

You looked down at it dumbly, and the demon broke the silence, "Abbadon wanted you to talk to your girlfriend before you kicked the bucket. Maybe your girlfriend'll be able to talk the Winchesters out of messing with the Queen's business when you're gone."

With that, black smoke poured out of his mouth. The body of a man fell with a thump to the floor in front of you.

Shaking hands punched in Charlie's number. You waited, trembling, as you heard the dial tone in your ear. Finally, "Hello?"

"Char? That you?" You croaked, tear beginning to form in your eyes. Careful of your wound, you slowly pulled your self into a sitting position and leaned against the wall.

"Y-yeah, Y/n, are you okay?" You closed your eyes to Charlie's familiar voice. You could tell she was trying not to panic at your silence. "Babe, please say something. Are you okay?"

You swallowed, tasting the copper-y, metallic taste of blood. "No. Char- there was a-a demon. H-he... I'm hurt bad. I-" A sob on the other end cut you off.

"No, no Y/n don't say that please!" Your red-headed girlfriend begged.

"Char- I love you. I'm not gonna make it. You have to-"

"No, Y/n don't, please I won't be able to-"

"Listen to me!" Summoning the last of your strength, you shouted into the phone. "It's Abbadon. Don't- She did this. Char, I- I love you. Promise me you'll stay safe. She'll go after you next. Stay with the Winchesters, tell them about Abbadon. Stay safe..."

"N-no, Y/n, I love you, don't leave me, please!" You could barely hear Charlie's voice as your arm muscles gave out. You could feel your life fading away, and you looked up to see a figure standing over you.

The Reaper. The who came to take you away, but she didn't touch you yet.

You turned your head to look out the window to see the rain still coming down hard. (E/c) eyes slid out of focus, and with the last of your consciousness, you pressed end call.

You gave a faint chuckle. The rain reminded you of a lullaby your mother had taught you as a child, when storms were the worst thing you had to deal with, your biggest fear.

Rain, rain, go away... 

The Reaper knelt over your still body, the slight movement of your chest the only sign you were still alive. Your cell rang off the hook as a desperate Charlie tried to contact you, to try and see if this was all just a horrible nightmare. She should have known better.

A simple touch on your shoulder, and you were gone. No more breath stirred your chest. The light in your (e/c) eyes was gone. But there was no one to see. There was only the storm outside, mirroring the pain and sorrow a certain red-head felt as she stared in horror at the cell-phone in her hands.

Come again some other day.