Supernatural Imagines X Reader

How you Met (Sam and Dean)

A/N: I may do a few of these, so no meed to connect them with any other story, because this is a singular, unattached imagine.
Also, let me know if you want part 2's.
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Dean:
You literally bumped into Dean in a cemetery at night. Your shift at the bar that you worked in had ended late and you didn't have the option of taking a cab anymore, so you took the shortcut through the cemetery.
"Holy Hell!" You wheezed when you turned a corner on the path and bounced off of something, or someone. Strong arms caught you from falling on your butt and you felt your heart try to beat its way out of your chest cavity.
"Sorry." A man's voice replied and you finally looked up and saw the general silhouette of a person, which made sense.
"You scared me." You eyed him suspiciously.
"Sorry, what are you doing here at 3am?"he asked.
"Uh yeah, like I'm going to tell a random stranger that." You snickered as you felt in your pocket for your taser just in case.
"Fair enough." You could hear amusement in his voice. "Which way is out?" He asked after a moment of silence.
"Uh, there are two I guess. Are you looking for the parking lot or town?" You asked. You'd come from the town way.
"Parking lot." He replied.
"Uh, I'm going that way. You can come if you're not like a murderer or a creep." You eyed him, still unsure of what to make of him.
"Are you? "He asked.
"Touché." You smirked as you pulled your taser out into the open and turned it on, trudging down the path. You were not going to keep up appearances if it could mean your life.
"And here we are." You said as you reached the parking lot with a flourishing sweep of the hand.
"Thanks." The guy grinned and you finally got to see him under the parking lot lights. He was pretty, with what looked like brown or green eyes and a muscular body which was dirt-covered. You raised an eyebrow and it rose higher when you saw his shovel and gasoline bottle.
"I really don't want to know." You snickered at his expression as you could see him try to formulate a good explanation.
"Thank goodness." He grinned and walked over to the only car in the lot, a black car that looked classic, but you didn't know the make. "Want a ride?" He asked and you shifted your feet nervously.
"Sure. But I'm definitely still carrying my taser live." You replied and slid into shotgun, laser pointed In his direction.
"Feisty." He gave you an impressed look before starting the car, AC/DC blaring out when he did.
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Sam:
You met Sam when your estranged and very strange aunt died. You were in charge of her belongings and that included her house.
"What is this stuff?" You asked in awe as you found a weapons lock in her bedroom. There was one in her basement as well. You dragged a finger along a blade and then jumped. "Ouch!" You sucked your finger when a pool of crimson blood appeared in the spot you touched the knife with.
"What were you up to?" You asked your aunt or the house, you didn't know anymore. She hadn't left a clue about that, besides the weapons and the heck of alot of salt. She had huge bags of that in the basement and many bottles of it in the kitchen.
"Of course! Her office." You said as you made your way over to the kitchen and grabbed the key chain full of keys. She had a little studio office in town, maybe that's where the answers to whatever the heck she was up to lay.
Someone knocked on the door and you jumped slightly before walking over there, taking a deep breath. You couldn't take another casserole.
"Uh hi." You greeted a really tall guy. He had warm eyes and long hair.
"Hey, is uh, Kate here?" He asked.
"Uh, no." You looked at him suspiciously, he'd better not be fooling around.
"Do you know when she'll be back?" He asked.
"She won't." You sighed. He raised an eyebrow expectantly. "She just died a week ago. She's buried over at St.Helena's cemetery." You explained.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He looked crestfallen.
"Thanks." You replied as a tear leaked out. You wiped it away with the back of your hand. "Ph gosh, sorry." You apologised and he gave you a concerned look.
"You don't need to apologize." He gave you a small smile and you felt your heart warm up. He was actually the most comforting person you'd come across.
"So, how do you know her?" You realised you hadn't asked.
"Uh, she worked with my dad." He shuffled vhis feet awkwardly.
"Oh." You gave him a look. "Then you can explain all that stuff in her house." You opened the door for him to enter.
"I'm not sure-" he started.
"Yeah you are, I know my aunt wasn't a librarian, most librarians don't protect their books with scythes." You hoped you hadn't pegged the wrong guy, but he didn't seem surprised when you said that so you closef the door behind him.
"Ok, but, this is going to sound, odd." He said after a while and you motioned for him to continue.