Supernatural Imagines

Sam and Dean x reader--Little Savior

Imagine being Sam and Dean's little sister and going on dangerous hunts without their permission while they're gone.

"Bye, Y/n," San says opening the door.

"I don't understand why I can't come. I'm really good--"

Dean interrupts your plea, "Just stay here ok?" With a hand on Sam's back, Dean gives him a light shove out the door.

The door slams shut and you rush to the window. Peeking out, you see your older brothers march towards the car. They swing themselves inside and pull out of the motel parking lot. You watch the lights from the Impala fade away into the dark and the night goes silent. Left behind again.

Without even hesitating, you pull your own bag out from under the bed and fill it with all the necessary utensils. Sam and Dean have no idea what they're up against. You saw them grab all the wrong weapons for a hunt like this.

For the past few days, you had been secretly researching the case along side them and had come to a much different solution than they did. They thought vampire. You're thinking it's a djinn.

You strap a silver knife—which you had previously dipped in lamb's blood—to your thigh and tuck another into your boot. Under your waistband, you hide a gun with silver bullets and your phone.

Feeling prepared, you sneak outside and call for a cab. In only one year, you'll finally be able to drive with a license. The driver is a kind old man, definitely not the kind who is willing to drive you into battle. Instead you give him an address just a few blocks from your real destination.

"Seatbelt," he says before taking off down the road.

Thankfully, the man senses your rush and drives quickly. He hurtles down the nearly deserted streets, hitting all the lights green.  You press against the wall as he skids around corners. Maybe this is enough thrill for one night...

He pulls up to a gas station at the edge of town and you hop out. You pay him the large fee with a smile.

"Thanks."

"It's my pleasure." And with that he backs out of the station and zips down the road into town.

You turn the other direction to a long empty road with woods on either side. With a sigh, you step out of the safety of the town and into the unknown.

The night feels darker than before as you leave the lights of the town behind. The asphalt glimmers with the water of this morning's rain. A car slowly rumbles by, its headlights blinding you for just a moment.

You follow the road, checking your watch far too often, each time expecting more time to have passed than what really has. 11:30 11:36 11:38. 11:40. 11:41. 11:43. 11:45. 

To your right is a driveway with a tattered fence. The faded numbers correlate perfectly to the ones you had identified as the home of the creature.

You vault over the fence and in the moment you are midair with one hand on the fence, it creaks and nearly collapses beneath you. You land safely on the other side, taking a moment to gain your footing.

Then you continue down the dirt driveway, following heavy tire tracks. 11:52. You pass the Impala parked on the side of the road. The trunk—you check—is empty of weapons used to kill vampires but useless against a djinn.

Now you follow the twin footsteps of Sam and Dean. After only two minutes, one of the footstep trails stop and the other turns anxiously in circles. Then there are two body-sized dents in the dirt, followed by large drag lines. Your heart speeding up, you walk along these marks instead.

12:00. The trees open up, revealing a dilapidated warehouse or barn—you can't tell. The drag lines go across the minuscule lawn and into the building.

You walk lightly across the lawn and press your back against the outer wall of the building. You peek your head through the door and see Sam and Dean—both tied up and hanging by their wrists.

Keeping your back to the wall, you go inside and make your way around to them. You move in front of Dean and begin to cut through the ropes. His face is an ashen tone and his head hangs limply.

Your knife snaps the rope and you catch Dean in your arms. Struggling under his weight, you lower him to the ground.

His eyes flutter open and he looks around groggily. "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

You hand him a knife. "Just cut Sammy down. I'll handle the djinn."

Too weak to protest, Dean crawls on the dirt floor toward Sam as you search the building for the djinn. Through another door is a large room with three more prisoners. Just before you step inside, the djinn comes out from the shadows.

He doesn't notice you as it begins to suck the blood from one of the prisoner's IV bags.  Seizing the moment, you throw yourself across the room, knocking the djinn to the ground.

He shouts in anguish and tries to get up, but you pin him to the ground. The djinn thrashes under you, his tattooed arms flailing around. Bringing the knife over your head, you plunge it down into his back.

He falls limp and his tattoos glow slightly before going completely dark.

You quickly run around the room, releasing the prisoners and helping them walk to the main room to wait with Sam and Dean. After scouting around the rest of the building, you find two more victims and help them back to the main room as well.

The eight of you sit, exhausted, on the ground around a crackling fire you built.

"I'm gonna run down the driveway to get the Impala, so we can take everyone home," you announce, standing up.

Dean grabs your wrist with a weak grin, "Thanks, Y/n. Sorry we didn't trust you."

You shrug, taking the Impala keys from his outstretched hand. "Told you I could handle it."

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