Supernatural Imagines

Imagine a witch telling TFW if they snap their fingers, you're theirs.

Witches. They are the absolute worst! You thought. You scratched at the walls. Well, Sam, Dean, and Cas should be here soon. Might as well calm down. Think about everything that happened today. You leaned against the wall, and you flashed back to the fight you heard earlier.

-flashback to earlier that day in the bunker-
"No, Sammy! She obviously has a thing for me, for, well, obvious reasons!" Who were they fighting over?
"I can't believe you, Dean! She likes me, I can tell!" Sam fought back, voice laced with venom.
"I'm sorry to intervene, but I also show affections for her." Castiel. Seriously, him too? Who is this girl they are all going goo-goo ga-ga for? She had to be quite the catch.
"What?!" Sam and Dean shouted at the same time.
"I said I also show affections for her, I assume you are fighting over her. Again." Again? What the actual hell? How could they not tell you they had a crush on someone. They fought for another half hour, before you needed to go into the kitchen to get coffee, affectively shutting them up.
-Flashback ends-
"Well, dearie, I'm sorry, but I'm in the business of making dreams come true, so I need something from you!" She was talking in tongues. Great. She grabbed your wrist and sliced your hand, forcing your blood to drip into three separate hex bags.
"What the hell?" You tried to fight back, but her grip was too strong.
"There is one way to get you and your little lap-dogs off my tail!" She cackled, and your eyes filled with fear, "There is great power in dreams, and this, this is a dream that can destroy your little team from the inside!" She laughed again. What was she talking about?
It was another half hour before the boys arrived. You heard the door get smashed. Thank you, Chuck. Okay, yeah, that was weird. He hated 'God', but seriously? Chuck?

-3rd person POV-
Sam, Dean, and Castiel entered the witch's house.
"Well hello, boys!" She immediately threw three hex bags in each of their directions, and they each caught it.
"Shit." Dean cursed.
"Don't worry, I'm only trying to help!" Her voice was laced with toxin. It was as if with a single word she could kill an army.
"What do these do?" Castiel demanded, angry, "And where's y/n?" He demanded again. You couldn't hear anything, it was as if you were a mile away.
"She's safe. The real thing is what's in the hex bags?" Her eyes shone wildly. Sam looked down to examine it.
"Uh, guys, this symbol, it's a-"
"Love spell. Very good, Sam." The witch sat down, crossing her legs. She whispered a spell to herself.
"What for?" Dean demanded, angry.
"To make one of your dreams come true, of course!" She was manipulating them, right?
"Okay, so let's just kill you, and these are useless." Dean said, cockily, and held his gun up.
"You could kill me, but my blood isn't in those bags." She picked up a flower and started fingering each petal lightly. Dean lowered his gun slightly.
"Okay, so what can we do then?" Sam asked, trying to figure this out.
"Snap your fingers, boys. Whoever does it first, gets the girl." They all narrowed their eyes at her.
"What?" Dean shot.
"I'm not joking. Snap your fingers, and y/n is yours. No change in her behavior, no pain, no nothing. But, kill me, and you'll never find her. See? Isn't this game fun?" The three men eyed each other. The witch smirked.
"So. Let me get this straight. You put a spell on us, to make it so if we snap our fingers, we get-"
"The girl of your dreams? Yes. Why? Because I'm in the business of making dreams come true." Castiel was eyeing the wall.
"What is it, Cas?" Dean's eyes were fixated on the witch.
"Y/n is in that wall. Kill the witch." Her eyes went wide, as Castiel broke the wall. Dean shot the witch, killing her. You turned to Castiel.
"TOOK YOU IDOITS LONG ENOUGH!" You shouted, jokingly. Dean and Sam laughed, and Castiel smiled.
"Let's get out of here." Sam said, dropping the hex bag.
"Wait, what are those?" She pointed at the hex bag in Castiel's hands.
"The witch put a spell on us." Castiel said, monotone. You groaned.
"What's the spell?" They all looked amongst each other, slightly embarrassed.
"Um, Dean?" Castiel finally said.
"Yeah, Cas?" Dean was staring at Sam.
"Uh, if we are getting out of here, I uh..."
"Just do it, Cas." Sam said in a disappointed tone. Castiel snapped.