SUPERWHOLOCK Imagines

Imagine: Saving Sam and Dean

This idea was suggested by mortdoggy666

Years and years of being a mercenary could not have possibly readied you for the world back home. You've trained since you were twenty to fight for a foreign country. You were trained to kill the enemy. You were trained to take cover, sneak, attack, and kill.

You were not trained for the supernatural.

After being gone for months, you're finally aloud to return home for a small break. Finding it odd to stay in one spot, you decide to go for a walk in the dark. As if to help ease your mind back into normal life.

You walk a few blocks, breathing in the cold, brisk air. Eventually, you let your guard down. You're grabbed from behind and pulled into a dark and abandoned building. Unable to scream, you struggle against your attacker. His unusual strength keeps you from moving too much.

"Stop moving you whore," the man hisses into your ear. Surprisingly, you do as he says. He drags you to a chair and forces you into it, tying your arms to the back of it. Two other men walk into the room, whispering to each other. You take in all of their appearances as they discuss their plan of action.

"Let me go," you order calmly, staring the one who brought you there in the eyes. He chuckles as he walks over to you.

"Why would we do a thing like that?" He replies as he circles around you, dragging his finger across your back. "We haven't even started."

Before you could say anything back the door bursts open. Your head snaps to the left as you look to the door. Two men stand there, guns held up high and aimed. You can tell by their posture that their not soldiers. But, they must know what they're doing.

"Let the girl go!" The shorter one yells, his deep, raspy voice echoing throughout the building. Before you could react you were flying across the room and at a wall. You slam roughly against it, leaving you dazed. The wooden chair broke on contact, leaving you to lay there free. You pretend to be dead, staring blankly ahead, watching everything.

The three men attack the other two quickly, not allowing them any time to escape. The two men are tied to chairs, back to back. The other men laugh as they circle around the two, amusement in their eyes.

"Ah, Winchesters," one of them begin. "If only you weren't so stupid and heroic." You watch as the three men stand to the side of the tied up people, their back to you. You slowly stand up, creeping silently forward towards the men. You pick up a knife that one of the other men dropped, holding it in your bound hands.

Quickly and steadily, you sprint forward and tear it through all three of them. A bright orange flash appears out of each of them as they scream. You stagger backwards as you look at the black marking surrounding you, dazed. You shake your head as you rush forward to free the Winchesters.

"Thanks," the taller one says, nodding at you. They both look at you in amazement.

"What the hell was that?" Is all you manage to choke out. Never in your life have you ever seen anything like that.

"Wait," the taller one starts. "You're not a hunter?"

"What does a hunter have to do with this?" You question him, finding the question he asked to be stupid.

"Not an animal hunter. A demon hunter," they both reply at the same time.

"Demons?" You stutter out, shocked. You always believed they were fake.

"Yes, demons. We've never seen someone kill one as easily as you, let alone three. I usually don't say this, but you should consider joining us," the shorter one replies. The taller one nods in agreement, crossing his arms. You look at them, unable to grasp what's happening. They both continue to beg you, until you finally say yes.

"By the way, I'm Sam and that's my brother Dean," the taller one tells you, giving you a small smile.

"I'm [Y/N]," you reply as you follow them out, ready to begin your new life as a hunter.