Supernatural Imagines

DDM Sam, Choose

Requested by kaystrei

Song: Roots Imagine Dragons

I walked down the hallway of my high school. Another day gone by and nothing happened.

Now it's time to go home. I walk to my locker and toss my binder in my messy locker.

I grab my backpack and close my locker door. I sigh and lock it, I know what's coming next.

I turn around and see the blonde bitch Isla. She shoves me against my locker.

"Where you think your going?" She demands. I tilt my head to the side. "Home, where do you think?"

She laughs to herself, her cronies laugh along with her. "I thought you'd be crying for your daddy."

Her words stung. My dad had died when I was a baby, but my mother had shown me pictures of him.

He was very tall, long hair, my mother loved him liked she loved me she said. I wish I had the chance to meet him.

"My entire doesn't revolve around my dad, and the last time I did that I was in grade 2." I retort.

She scoffs and stops pinning me down. I take this chance to run. "Hey!" She yells.

I run down the stairs and outside. I push the door open and start running home.

Rain begins to fall on my head and I hear the footsteps behind me. Something hard hits my back and I fall on all fours.

I look down and see a large stone. She threw a fucking stone at me. I look up and see Isla. "Wow I'm honored." I tell her.

She looks at me confused. "You took time out of your pathetic life to throw a stone at me."

She frowns and kicks my stomach. I grunt in pain and roll into the mud. She steps on my stomach and I retch.

You don't mess with me today bitch. I grab her other leg and pull it out from under her. She falls into the mud and cries out.

"You ruined my dress!" She was wearing a white dress with sequins stitched along the breast.

I kick mud at her for good measure and walk away. I hear her scream as I turn the corner.

I open the door to my house and walk to my room. It's been a long day and I just want to go to sleep. Hopefully mom will understand.

I hear a knock on the door and groan. "Come in." My mom walks in the door with a large book in hand.

"(Y/N)? I need to talk to you." My mom says. She sits on the edge of my bed and pats beside her.

I sit up and crawl beside her. Her (E/C) eyes glimmered, almost with tears. It hurts me inside to see my mother cry.

She opens her large leather jacketed book and I looked at the contents inside. It was a memory book.

Pictures of my mother's childhood were scattered among the page. It slowly moved into her teen years and then to adulthood.

Then I saw her sitting in a hospital holding a small baby. I smiled at the picture as she pulled it out.

She handed it to me. I held it between my index finger and thumb. I wipe away a stray tear and smile bigger.

"Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about your father." She says. I look up at her and set the photo on her book.

"What is it mom?" I ask her. She takes deep breath. "I want you to know that he loved you, and he would be very proud to see the young woman you've become."

I chuckle to myself and hug my mothers waist. "I'm going to have a nap okay?" I tell her. She nods and walks out of my room.

I curl up on my bed and slowly fall asleep.

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I sit up and stretch. When I place down my arms I realize that I'm not on my bed anymore. I open my eyes and see that I'm in a stone walled room.

The only light is a dim lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. "What the fuck?" I question myself.

I stand up and look around. I see a wooden door across the room. I run over to it and twist the knob.

It twists about halfway then clicks. Fuck! It's locked. I raise my foot and kick the door. Surprisingly it breaks.

I crouch down and touch the wood, it's rotten. I crawl into the room and look around. I see two doors. A person steps out from the shadows and claps.

"Well done (Y/N)." I hear a voice say. This voice sounds very familiar. When it steps closer my jaw drops. Its Isla.

"What the hell?" I ask her. She giggles and walks in between the doors. "I'm going to give you a choice."

She motions to the door on her left. "You can leave and you'll never see me again." I started to walk to the door but she stopped me.

"Or you can stay here with your dad." These words make my heart stop. "My father is dead." I whisper.

She smirks. "He's been alive all this time. I just collected him recently." She opened the door on her right and I saw a man passed out on the ground.

I examined his face and gasped. It was him. Tears brimmed my eyes and I walked closer to him. I moved his hair over and looked at his face.

This was just an older version of my father. I turned around just to see Isla slam the door shut.

"Now I have two Winchesters!" She shrieked. I heard her footsteps click away and I cried.

Not because I was trapped, it was because this bastard left me and my mother! He stirred and I looked over at him.

He opened his eyes and I turned away. "Who....are....you?" He asks. "I guess you wouldn't know." I mumble.

"What?" He groans. I turn over to him and send a death glare. "You left us." I growled.

"Left who?" He questions. "The name (Y/N) (L/N) ring a bell?" You ask. This perks his curiosity. "Oh god...." He sits up and I turn away.

"Your my dad." I whisper loud enough for him to hear. He stands up "We have to get out of here. Do you have a bobby pin or something?" He asks.

I glare at him "I'll help you on one condition." He sighs and I stand to face him. "You talk to my mom, and actually talk not just say 'Hey, I'm alive."

He nods "Fine." I pull a bobby pin out of my hair and hand it to him. He walks over to the door and begins to unlock it.

I stand and look around. I am outraged right now. First my bully kidnaps me, kidnaps my dad, offers me a choice, then cancels it! Now my damn dad is alive!

I hear a click and turn around. The door is open! "C'mon!" My dad whisper yells. We begin running out and I hear a scream behind me.

I turn around and see Isla with a baseball bat running towards me. She hits me in the head and I'm out cold.

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I wake up and see my moms face staring down at me. "Oh thank god!" She smiles and hugs me.

I sit up and hold my head. "Did he come?" I ask. My mom looks down and nods. "I knew, I'm sorry (Y/N)."

I'm about to say something when my dad walks in the room. "We did it for your safety." He sits down on the couch across from us.

"Isla was a shapeshifter, she had an obsession for the Winchester bloodline and you are part of it." My mom starts.

"Your mom and I are something call hunters, we hunt the supernatural and when your mom was pregnant we wanted you to be safe." My dad finishes.

Wait what?

"You may have questions but wait until the end." My mother tells me.

Then they begin to tell me about hunters and my bloodline