3 months later
"What'd you need help with this time Garth?" You queried your best friend as you dropped your duffle on the ground. Garth smiled and hugged you, resulting in you doing the same.
"I needed some help with this big fang nest. My other two friends are helping out too." Garth stated. You smiled once again, people said you smiled too much in this line of job but you didn't care, and nodded at Garth. "Dean and Sam left to get food, they'll be back soon. I suggest we start getting ready to go!" You nodded once again and went to the weapons scattered about the place, time to get these loaded. A few minutes into getting ready, the door opened.
"We brought food!" A sort of familiar voice called. "Who's that?" They queried. Garth looked up and smiled a big, cheesy smile.
"That's y/n, y/n that's Sam and Dean." You smiled at the familiar men and went back to work. "I was thinking after eating we could go." Garth suggested. You all nodded and turned to the food. Time to eat!
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"Okay, so this is the plan. Garth and Sam, you two stick together and go left. Y/n and I will go right. Everybody ready?" You all nodded at Dean and snuck in. "You stick behind me." Dean whispered. You rolled your eyes but complied. As you stealth walked around the place, a loud thump sounded making Dean put his arm out in front of you. Why he was doing this you don't know, you were a (age) year old capable of taking care of their self. You then heard a soft sound behind you and turned around, whipping your blade at the person, or should you say fang. Dean looked over his shoulder to see what happened. He smiled and ruffled your hair in praise. You rolled your eyes once again. You two kept walking, peeking your heads in doorways and shafts. It was quiet, way to quiet.
"You feel something off?" You whispered. Dean nodded. Just then you were ambushed by a dozen or so fangs. Whipping your blade up you got in fighting stance, back to back with Dean. You chopped and slashed at the fangs, but that didn't lead without a few injuries. As a powerful fang threw Dean into a table knocking him unconscious, a female came up to you and grabbed your neck. You dropped your weapon in haste to get her hands from your fragile neck. She smirked and looked you right in your e/c eyes.
"Look what we have here, John. A l/n. Where's the other one of you?" She sneered. You turned away from your neck and focused on the task at hand, trying to get the hell out of there without anyone dying except the vamps.
"They're dead. Died on a hunt. You should know, shouldn't you? Considering you lost your sister to a hunter." That statement resulted in a slap to the face, which made her release your neck a bit. At the right exact moment you kicked her gut making her fall down coughing. Picking up your weapon you slice of her head, and you do the same to the other one. You rush to Dean's side to make sure he was alright. Putting your hand on his face, you softly turn his head to face you making him grunt.
"Y/n? Please tell me you killed them." He groaned. You smiled slightly and nodded, placing a bandana to the cut on his forehead. Helping him up, you both stepped over the deceased and head out of the room on guard. "You know, for being Bobby's "supposed" kid, you're pretty cool." He drawled.
You smirked and looked towards him. "Well, Bobby is cool." You retorted. He chuckled and put his arm around your shoulders, squeezing them. Maybe you made a new friend...
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HELLO IM BACK!1!1!1!
stay thirsty my friends,
noelle
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Supernatural Imagines
Fanfiction(completed) just some random supernatural imagines and preferences that I decided to write. (the first few imagines are really crappy but I swear they get better) {characters are not mine}
