Imagine the entire SuperWhoLock clan is going to the beach (highschool!AU).
"Turn that distasteful monstrosity of music down, will you?" The doctor shouts (A/n: It's the 10th doctor by the way) over the metallica music Dean is blasting in the Impala.
Twisting in your seat, you giggle at the doctor squished in the backseat between Sam and Cas. John and Sherlock had opted to drive in a separate car. Calling shotgun had always been you specialty.
"If you're going to torture me with the stench of your extremely slow car, I at least want to hear good music, for heaven's sake!"
Dean chuckles. "And what music would you like to listen to?"
"Well, I would usually suggest mozart, but I met him last week and honestly he's quite a hot head , so maybe—"
"How about we just turn the music off??" Sam cuts him off angrily.
"Hey, guys. Calm down. We're almost there, just save your energy for splashing each other and destroying sand castles, ok?" You say, extinguishing the argument.
The car falls into silence, but Castil pipes up, "I do enjoy listening to Mozart."
"That sucks, because I don't have any," Dean snaps, pulling into the parking lot of the beach.
The very second Dean cuts the engine, everyone scrambles out, gasping for air and space. Stepping out of the car, you get a good view of the beach.
There's a long stretch of soft grained sand, edged by beach grass. Sand pipers hop along the otherwise vacant beach, ignoring the seagulls overhead. The remnants of a bonfire have left a pile of black ashes in a circle.
The doctor's face scrunched with scrutiny. "Is that it? I
John's car parks next to the Impala, Sherlock sitting in the passenger seat with crosses arms. They get out and join us on the heated asphalt.
Sherlock huffs, "Despite your attempts to hide our destination, you're all terrible liars and even a fool could guess the pile of sand by the ocean. But I decided not to tell you I knew to appease your antics and hopefully manipulate you into going home."
"Which I did not fall for," John points out.
"Can everyone please just get along?" Sam bursts out. They stop bickering and follow you across the sand. The doctor lays out a blanket while Cas tests the water.
"Is it cold?" You ask, stepping in beside him.
His blue eyes glance at something over your head. Before you can ask what, two arms slip around your body and lift you into the air. You let out a squeal. Dean gives you a smirk before tossing you put into deeper water.
The cold envelopes you with a splash. It stings your skin like sharp knives. You touch your feet to the sandy bottom and push yourself up. Your head breaks the surface, air filling your lungs.
Dean laughs heartily with Sam at his side. The doctor stands behind them with his feet sunk into the sand. John reads on the blanket while Sherlock sits uncomfortably next to him with his shoes still on.
Diving back under the freezing water, you glide toward Dean. You grab his legs and sweep them out from under him. He topples backward, knocking over Sam. They splash into the water, spraying Cas and the doctor.
"Oh is this how it's going to happen?" The doctor says, jumping knee-deep into the ocean. As Dean and Sam struggle to stand up, the doctor gives them a face full of water. They sputter and retaliate with a wave of ice water.
Soon enough, the entire gang is engaged in a water fight. Castiel evades each splash directed to him and returns it with his own. Sam finds a bucket and pours it over John's head. You tackle multiple people into the water. Even Sherlock administers a few attacks.
The seven of you collapse into the sand in exhaustion. You catch your breath and reach for the bag of popcorn. As you feel around the bag, you did it's empty.
"Sorry, I ate it all," Cas admits.
The doctor stands and kicks up some sand nearer to the water. "Wanna make a sandcastle. It'll be epic."
You agree and kneel beside him as he sketches his insane plan into the sand with a stick.
"Are you sure we can do all that?" You ask in disbelief.
He nods, absolutely sure of himself. He begins to pile up sand and sculpt it. You gather sticks and shells for decoration. Dean joins to help Sam dig a moat. John and Cas shuttle water in buckets from the ocean to the most. Sherlock watches and explains the best placements for supports and towers.
Soon enough, the masterpiece is done. Five main towers with pointed roofs rise above a mass of small buildings connected by stone paths. Bridges hang precariously between the towers and windows have been cut in the sides. The moat circles the entire platform like natural protection. The doctor went even as far as constructing a drawbridge across it.
Together, you sit back and admire the creation.
"Wow. We really did it," you say, still in disbelief.
"Told you. Always believe a time lord."
"Hold on a sec," Dean says, leaning forward. In the top of the middle tower, he sticks a feather. It waves in the wind proudly like a flag.
"It's perfect," You say.
Sherlock grunts. "Now we only have about an hour before an insolent child comes along to smash it."
A/n: Hey, I hope you liked this chapter! Please give it a vote or a comment. I'm going to camp for three weeks, so I won't be able to update for a while. Enjoy the rest of July! --Dia
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Supernatural Imagines
FanfictionShort imagines from CW's show, Supernatural, all of which include the reader (mostly aimed at female readers, sorry!) as the main character. (Writing discontinued, sorry)
