Supernatural Imagines

Dean

You rubbed your wet hair with the towel, standing by the table in the motel you and the Winchester boys were sharing. "So, it's the Trickster, then?" you asked.

"Has to be," Sam replied. "I don't think it could be anything else."

"Damn trickster," Dean muttered, taking a sip of his beer.

"So, let's gank him," you replied, throwing the towel over the old sofa.

"Let's," Dean agreed, both boys standing.

You carefully walked through the empty warehouse, stake in hand as you searched for the demi-god. You came across him in a room off the the side, seeing a man standing in the middle of it. "You must be Y/N," he said, smirking. "I've heard so much about you."

You took an offensive position, holding the stake out to him. "Dean! Sam!" you yelled.

Both brothers came running, the Trickster laughing. "Boys! Good to see you! How've ya been?"

Dean lunged along with Sam, both stumbling as the demi-god disappeared from right in front of you. "Now that wasn't nice, Dean, Sam."

You three all flipped around, seeing him standing right in front of you. His fingers touched your forehead before you could object, forcing you to fall asleep without any say. You could barely hear Dean scream your name as the darkness consumed you.

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You blinked slowly, seeing a canopy above you. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, seeing you were in a lavish comfy bed. "What the..."

You swung your legs over the side, seeing that you were dressed in a medieval style dress, the color complimenting your eyes. "What?!"

You spun around, looking at the room you were in. The walls were all stone, blankets hung like posters on the walls, all with different crests. There was no door, only a single window, which you rushed to, pulling open.

Looking out though, you saw a 20 foot drop. "Crap."

"Only for you, Princess."

You spun around again, facing the bed to see the Trickster sitting on it. "You take me back right now!" You threatened, rushing towards him, only for the demi-god to disappear again.

You turned back around towards the window, seeing him perched on the window sill. "No can do, darling. See, this is all for a reason."

"What reason?" you asked. You didn't have the stake on you, so killing was out. You would have ran, but the only way out way the window, so that was a no. So, next on the list was finding out what was going on and why.

"You and Deano," he relied, popping a lollipop into his mouth,

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What about me and Dean?"

He rolled his eyes, groaning. "Great, more work for me then." He stood, looking at you. "Listen, kid, just do what you're suppose to do."

"What do you mean? Where am I?"

He winked. "Figure it out." And in the blink of an eye he was gone. You groaned, moving to the window. After looking around the tower, you started yelling for help. "Anybody! Please!"

You sighed, falling against the window sill when you saw a figure run into the field. Your interest perked as they went right for the tower, and from you could tell, the man was Dean. "Y/N!" Dean yelled.

"Dean!" you yelled back, smiling. "What is going on?"

"From what Sam said, looks like we're in a Fairy Tale! Whatever that means!" he yelled back, circling the small tower.