Supernatural Imagines{Completed}

Trained to be This Way

Sam×Reader

Warnings: Angst, death, swearing, torture, violence.

First Person

I waited until the black eyed man removed my cuffs. The corridor door opened as the crowd around me cheered. I couldn't see them, I never could. Screams and cheers roared through the arena. This is what I do.

"Huntress everybody!!!" A booming voice shouted, I grabbed my weapon and held it in the air making more noise within the audience.

They called me Huntress, I don't know my real name or my past. Only the way I have been trained. There were rules within this place. The black eyed people are the guards and you always listen to them. It took me about two months to understand what they wanted. They wanted me to kill whoever they put out into the arena with me. Sometimes the people that walk out those doors aren't human, I couldn't tell what they were. If I disobeyed that would mean torture for a day, and you go without food for a week. I have seen others, some have different task but mine is to kill or be killed.

The opposite doors creaked open letting a girl out who seemed to be scared. She walked closer trembling.

"What's your name?" I ask holding my machete tightly.

"V-Vivian." She stuttered.

"My name is Huntress."

"I don't know what is going on. Please don't hurt me, I just want to go home." She knelt down to the ground begging to me. My machete dropped to the ground.

"Maybe we can get out of here we-" she screamed and scrambled off looking behind me. I turn around to see the boss. The black eyed guards pulled me away from the arena. The last thing I saw was the Vivian being decapitated by the boss. I was thrown into my cell like a ragdoll.

"Why crack now, you were doing so well for ten months now." The boss yelled, I never got his name. I stood up dusting myself off of loose dirt.

"She was innocent, it didn't feel right." I explain. Next thing I know I was hit upside the head and darkness surrounded me.

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I woke up in the same spot as I was. Two guards were watching over me and cuffed me. "Time for a do over Missy." One grunted and I walked in front of them to the arena. I entered to see someone already there. He was tall with shaggy semi-long hair. Once I got my weapon I circled him.

"Huntress versus Hunter!!!" The booming voice shouted and the crowd cheered.

"Y/n?" The man said and I furrowed a brow. "The name is Sam, Sam Winchester?"

"My name is Huntress. I'm sorry but I don't know who you are. But look, I need to kill you to make up for my mistake." I say and be grabs his weapon. He lunges forward and I dodged moving aside and grabbed his arm pulling it behind his back. I held the machete to his neck and the crowd cheered catching me off guard. He flung me aside and pinned me to the ground.

He held my arms down with his knees and pressed his knife into my neck.

"Y/n, you have to remember. I won't fight you, not like this." He dropped the knife and captured my lips with his. I was going to pull away but it felt so familiar. Memories rushed past my vision of Sam and I before I was kidnapped to this horrid place. He pulls away with tears in his eyes.

"Kill me if you really have to." He said standing up. He knelt down and I stood in front of him. My machete in hand. I look down at him, guards were in the arena since the kiss. They stopped when I grabbed my weapon.

"Sammy, prepare." I said and smirked. His eyes widened and he clutched his knife in hand. I raise my machete and throw it behind me. The demon fell to the ground with his head rolling on the ground. The guards rushed and I grabbed Sam's arm to pull him out the door. I ran behind him and guide him out of this damned place. I could hear yelling in the halls and I laughed. We made it out and I saw the Impala outside.

"Is Dean in there?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"No, I uh thought I would check it out alone. I didn't think I would run into you." He said sadly.

"They told you I was dead..." I trailed off.

"We should get out of here." I nod my head and we drive away as fast as Baby could take us.

"Oh and uh, we have place now. We call it the bunker."

"Really, well anything will be better than that cell then." I chuckle lightly.

"I'm sorry to ask, but what was it like in there?" He asked glancing at me.

"Well, the first two months were torture because I didn't follow their orders. After that, they trained me to kill. It was their sport, to watch people to kill others for their own fun. I was-" I let out a sigh. "I was the best. But now, I think about all the innocent lives died with their blood on my hands. I'm a monster." I whispered the last part hoping he didn't here. But he did.

"My Y/n isn't a monster. She cares for everyone, she is very loving." I smiled. "She wouldn't do those things unless she didn't know her past." He said smirking ever so slightly.

"Thank you Sam. It has been a whole year since we were together and God even though I didn't have my memory, I missed you so damn much." I say.

"I missed you too, Y/n." He sighs contently watching the road ahead of us.