Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Sam and Dean Winchester Imagine

On a steel horse I ride, baby I'm wanted. Dead or alive.

Takes place in 2009
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"Don't worry," a tear dropped from your right eye, a frown etched into your face. "I'll get you boys out of this. I promise." Dean and Sam laid at your feet, their eyes lifeless. You laid them on the motel beds, slipping out and locking the doors before getting in Baby. You revved her and sped off, tears flowing down your face and determination burning throughout your body. "Don't you worry," you shook slightly, slamming on the breaks when you reached your destination. "you'll live, I'll make sure of it."

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Their faces were strained and hurt. And it hurt you even more to see them so vulnerable. "We can—" "No," you stopped Sam. "It's me or you, and I'd rather it me. I can't get out of this no matter how hard I try or you try." Dean looked away, rubbing his face. You saw the tears before he brushed them away. "[Y/N]," he began, his voice cracking and resulting into tears falling down his face.

"Please don't leave us,"

You turned away, choking back a sob. "I'm sorry, but, hey, that's what we do. And, c'mon guys, you're hunters—we all are. Let's act like it, ok?" Dean spun around and hit the wall, his breaths fast. "No! I'm not going to stand by and watch you die!" Sam stepped in, roughly grabbing Dean's shoulder. "Dean. We can't do anything—like when you did this. Now you know how it felt." Dean took in a deep breath, stopping. Howls filled your hearing and you turned around, blinking. "Did you hear that?" Sam bit his lip as tears fell down his face. "No, not now—" You turned to the door, watching it shake and rattle wth force. "It's time," you smiled sadly at them, your hands shaking so badly that you gripped them into balls.

The door gave way and you scrambled back, screaming in pain when they drug a claw down your chest and stomach. Dean and Sam were knocked out of the way by the other one, leaving you to writhe in pain. The Hell Hounds growled and snarled, still tearing at your body when you grew numb. I'm dying, you thought, looking towards the brothers. But for a good cause... The world slowly went black, and then it was gone.

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"Locked and loaded, Sammy." Dean tossed a pistol at his unsuspecting brother, making him glower at his brother when it hit him in the face. Dean smile mischievously, cocking his. "How about we go and hunt down that son of a bitch?" Sam sighed and filled his duffel with his things, looking at Dean after he was done. "Aren't we hunting a demon? The paper had everything that screamed 'demon.'" Dean shrugged and polished his gun, unloading it and loading it again. "Just for protection, Sam." Sam rolled his eyes and pulled out his knife. Dean, on the other hand, took out his prized pistol, pocketing it.

The two brothers left shortly afterwards, heading to a small town called Quentin, Ohio. "So," Sam began after forty-five minutes into the four hour drive. "What?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam when he turned. "Are we not going to talk about it? It's been six years—" Dean stopped him, one of his hands on the radio. "No, we aren't. In fact, let's pretend it didn't happen." Sam looked elsewhere and sighed, looking back at Dean. "No, we cannot 'pretend' that never happened. It did! And we should at least talk about it, this is too much for you to handle; considering what's going on right now, Dean." Sam looked out the window, pursing his lips, before looking back at Dean. "How about some music?"

"Dean, please—" "No, Sam! I said no! I am not going to make friendship bracelets with you and eat ice cream!" Sam gave Dean a confused look. He shook his head, sitting on his motel bed. "I understand that you don't like to talk about your feelings, Dean, but why can't you just do it for me? Just once I would like for you to actually act as if you have feelings." Suddenly, their door was knocked on. "Bit busy at the moment!" They knocked again, this time more. "I got some towels for you!" Dean sighed and opened the door, his expression annoyed. "Look, we don't—" he was knocked back as a lady barrelled in, putting their hands on their hips. "Listen to me, and listen closely. There's some people outside wanting to kill you and I don't have time to kill them. Go through the window and hijack a car, they already have the impala surrounded and dangerous."