Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Sam Winchester Imagine

I'm not a robot, just a man with a mask.

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honestly don't give a f* if this isn't what you say the year is, I'm free styling it to my own history, bitches.
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It was just woods. All of it; woods. Trees taller than buildings looked ahead over you, casting a great shadow. The sunlight was shown in glimpses, flashes going through holes in the branches. Insects buzzed and birds chirped as if it was nothing, but it was everything.

"I'm coming to get you," your breaths came in short, deep inhales. Your chest burned and your legs ached from the sprinting, yet you didn't stop. Why would you stop? To take a break when your life was hanging on the line? No, you weren't dying today. You weren't even 30 yet, with no children! Twenty-eight is not a long lived life.

"You can run, but you can't hide." She giggled, her voice echoing throughout the forest. "No! No, I can!" You shouted back and pushed yourself harder, seeing black dots. You've been running for about 45 minutes now, and you would've stopped at the 5 minute mark, but you didn't want to die. For some reason, you couldn't remember a thing. All you remembered was saying be to your family the other day before waking up and finding yourself in a sewer, tied up and alone. It didn't take a genius to get the hell out of there, but it did take one to outrun this son of a bitch. "Wrong." You skidded to a halt, scraping your knees on pebbles. The girl was in front of you now, her head twitching and her body bruised and battered—like yours. Except, you looked like you hadn't showered or slept in months and were mugged.

You started to shake, backing up from her. "No, please, don't kill me!" You begged, tears spilling onto your cheeks. She rolled her head, looking away for a second. That was all you needed before running back in the other directing, hoping and praying this way was the path to civilisation. Leaves slapped your body, and the small patches of sun temporary blinded you. You didn't stop. "Bad girl," you heard before you saw a road. A road!

You almost stopped to cry in relief, but you knew better. Your legs pumped faster, determined to get you to your destination. "Help!" You screamed, hysterically. You stopped in the road, waving your hands. "Help!" You started to cry again, out of relief this time, when a car pulled over. Two people hopped out, quickly going to you. "Hey—" you screamed and stumbled back, shaking and crying. There eyes were black. "You monsters! Get-get away from me!" You shielded yourself, when a hand landed on your ankle. "No, don't take me back, I don't want to go back!" You clawed at the cement, your vision going black.

Just like their eyes.

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When you came to, you were in a motel room with two people standing over you. "Miss, are you alright?" The tall one asked, worry in his voice. "Black eyes, little girl," you whispered before sitting up quickly, practically jumping across the room. "Get away from me, you monsters!" Their black eyes followed you, their heads turning to each other. "Black eyes, where?" The shorter one said, looking around before you threw a lamp at them. "You! Get away from me!" They blocked it, the shorter one grabbing your wrists. "Enough with this crap, we aren't demons! See?" He poured something on their arms and nothing happened, but you saw steam rising up from their skins.

"You're skin just burned!"

That made them both look at you worriedly and curious, like you were crazy. "What the hell is wrong with her?" "Dean—DEAN!" Cold water got you and you gasped, you clothes sticking to you and your hair going flat. You opened your eyes again, their black eyes and burns gone. "It's...it's gone..." Dean sighed and brought you back to the bed, the tall one watching you intently. "Here, put this on." He said, his face red. You shakily took it and wrapped it around you, noticing it was an oversized jacket. You put it on correctly, buttoning it up. "Now, can you tell us why you were in the middle of the road screaming help and then passing out?" You shook your head. "No, she grabbed me...she almost took me back..." You shuddered, flicking your big, round [E/C] eyes back up at them.