Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Rainfall- Sam

You ran away from your life as a hunter long ago.

You went to college. You a got a job— a normal job— as a nurse. You bought your own house and made lots of friends.

Of course, you would always keep an eye for mysterious deaths in the newspapers, those traits never left. You still slept with a knife under your pillow and hid a closet full of weapons hidden behind your clothes. One can never be too cautious.

You ran away from the Winchesters, Bobby, and the angel Castiel. Thank goodness you still had the Enochian sigils carved into your ribs. You got rid of all of your cell phones and changed all of your IDs. Heck, you even cut your hair and changed your fashion just so you wouldn't be found. You had your reasons for leaving the dangerous life, you were not going to let yourself be dragged back into it.

It was a dark, gloomy night. You were sitting on the couch, watching TV, and chatting on the phone with a friend from work. There was a bright flash that lit up the room and a rumble of thunder followed in response.

The TV glitched and turned off. You exhaled a shaky breath.

"Quite some thunder," your friend's voice came from the phone, "I just lost power."

You let out a relieved sigh, it wasn't just you. "Same here," you responded. At that moment, rain started pounding against the window. You stood up and walked to look out. "It's nasty outside."

You heard a, 'mmhmm,' from the other line. You let out a huff and drew the curtains to a close, walking around and making sure every window was shut and door was locked. Where you lived, storms were rare, but when they came, they were bad.

You continued chatting with your friend, finally changing topic from the weather to... figures, men.

"You know, Y/n," your friend spoke, "I haven't seen you with a guy since you moved here. And that was, how long ago?"

"About four years."

"Yes, four years ago. No dating, no 'chilling,' heck! You don't even flirt with guys at a bar! Do you have a man I just don't know about or what?"

"Or what," you chuckled. "I have had my fair share of men in the past, trust me, they aren't worth it." You shook your head, it was true though. You spent most of your life learning to hunt with your father and brother. After your brother was killed, you ran away. You found Bobby, who took you in like a father and raised you with Sam and Dean. And, of course, later you met Castiel.

But the thing was, you had loved Sam. Not in a 'best friends' way— you loved him. You never wanted to tell him though, in fear of rejection or a tragic ending. Hunter lives were too short for love. After a fairly brutal hunt where you almost got killed along with Sam and Dean, you made your decision to leave. You were happy with your choice, for a while. You were starting to miss it.

"Y/n?" you friend sounded worried.

"Yeah, I'm still here-" you were cut off by the sound of a doorbell. "Hang on, someone's at the door."

"Who would be walking around in this weather?" you heard your friend ask. You cautiously walked to the entrance and took a peak through the window.

Your jaw dropped.

Speak of the devil, it was Sam! He was soaked, head to toe. His hair was plastered to his face and his clothes clung to his body. He was shivering noticeably and his lips were tinged with blue. You couldn't leave him out there.

"I have to go," you breathlessly whispered into the phone. Lowering your hand, you ended the call. You unlocked the door and opened it.

His eyes lowered to you and he paled noticeably, "Y/n?"