Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

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Long live the reckless and the brave

Sam:

"Who's the best?" You laughed and shoved at Sam, helplessly. "You! Now stop it, come on!" Dean had agreed, after hours of beginning and pestering, to let you and Sam to go on a hunt alone together. Sam was a bit nervous, being without his brother. But he got better when you kept his mind off it. Though, at night, your thoughts couldn't stop from wandering and hurting you.

Sam got up off of you, smiling broadly. God, that smile was heaven on earth. "Johnson, we got a 4-double-oh on 34 and Greenley." The police radio went off, making the atmosphere business again. You guys were hunting a rogue werewolf, yet the damned thing kept one step ahead of you. But, luck was on your side, Sam had found a way to finally capture it. "Hurry, we have to get to the scene and the woods." You stopped him, telling him to go ahead to the crime scene. "I got this, don't worry." You reassured him before going off to the woods where you both found where it resided.

15 minutes later, you were in the middle of the forest, searching thoroughly. "Come out, you killer!" You shouted at nothing, kicking a tree. Angrily, and hurt, you cussed and held your foot before turning around, coming face to face with the thing. You managed to get out, "Shit," before being kicked into the tree. "I am not a killer!" The man snarled, his nails growing long and swiping at you. You dodged them and ran. Like, you became the fastest runner in the whole goddamn world. "Get back here!" He screamed and chased after you, gaining on you. "Screw off!" You shouted back and pumped your legs faster, trying to put distance between him and you.

Suddenly, he scratched your back, making you hissed and kept going. Then, he yelled in pain and dropped. You skidded to a stop, breathing hard and sweating. A silver bullet was lodged in his ribs, making him writhe in pain. You stared past him and saw a Sam you never wanted to see. The murderous one. "Sam," you said, making him look at you and relax, a worried look overcoming his face. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you—is that blood?!" You calmed him, taking the gun from him and pointing it at the man without looking. "I'm alright, babe," You shot the man, putting him out of his misery. "He just got my back." Despite saying you were fine, he looked at your back and exploded in anger. "No you're not!"

After you got back to the motel and he fixed you up, you both settled into the bed. "I'm glad you're ok," he whispered and you smiled. "I'm glad you're ok." Then you both fell asleep, your thoughts ceasing to exist for the first time since the hunt began.



Castiel:



The sand was swirling around you, engulfing you whole. "Cas!" You screamed, trying to find the Angel. "[Y/N]!" He shouted back, the sand flurry dying down to show him fighting three demons. You ran towards him and stabbed two behind the back, watching them fall dead. Cas looked at you pushed you aside, smiting an demon that snuck up on you. You stood back to back with him, killing off the demons. They just kept coming, like an endless loop. "They won't stop coming!" You yelled to him, over the crashing waves and shouts of pains from dying demons.

Castiel grimaced but didn't give up. "We can do this," he said back to her, knowing full well that they might not make it through this. "Cas, go get the boys. I can do this," you pushed him out of the way of an oncoming knife, stabbing the demon and slitting the throat of another one. One sliced your stomach and you hissed. "Now, Castiel! It's an order!" You shoved him and you dove behind a rock. You used your blood and began to make an angel banishing sigil, your hands shaky.

Cas was still fighting. He wasn't going to leave you alone to die, no, he would die with you if he had to. Suddenly, he got dizzy and he stumbled, looking behind him. He saw you painting something and knew what it was. "[Y/N], don't!" He screamed just as you put your hand on it, banishing him from the war wrecked beach. You swallowed and saw the demons charging at you, getting up and killing everything you could in a fit of rage and sadness.