Sam Winchester Imagines

#6 The King Of Hell Strikes Again

Word count is at around 2,100 words, sorry its soooo long. I think its kinda worth it though not to toot my own horn but *toot toot*

A/N - WARNING! There are a few POV changes between you and Sam in the chapter, I'm sorry I didn't know how else to structure it without orientating it around one character so the POV changes are there so you get the best of both worlds as Hannah Montana would say. ALSO!! I know I hate spoilers so please don't read this Imagine if you haven't finished season 8 of Supernatural. There are mentions of the plot line. I doubt this will be a problem for most of my fellow binge watchers out there ;) you know who you are...

An orange light lit up you face as you ganked the demon you had been hunting the past couple of days. Once again you'd failed to get the information you needed about the location of Crowley. He had loyal minions; you gave him that.

"Bastard" you muttered brushing your wild hair out of your face. You were hot, bothered and annoyed. You wanted nothing more than to get a shower and curl up with your boyfriend, but you still had to get rid of the body and drive back to the motel.

No less than an hour later, you'd just finished burning the body. You always felt bad doing this because it wasn't the poor person's fault a demon thought they'd look nice to wear. You were just thankful for the anti possession tattoo the Winchesters make you get on your back. Kevin was soon to be done translating the first God trial to shut the gates of hell forever. No more demons, no more black eyes, no more selling your soul for the one thing your  heart desires only to be brutally murdered in 10 years time by Crowley's pets. Thank the heavens.

You hated Crowley with a passion, he was the reason you hunted. When he was just a crossroads demon, he came to your home town when you were 10. A lot of people made deals that week so 10 years later, which was 3 years ago now, a bunch of Hell Hounds ransacked your town. Your mothers best friend had made a deal with Crowley so when the Hell Hounds came to collect, your mother got in the way. The muts ripped her and her friend apart, you didn't even have a body to bury. Ever since then, you'd wanted revenge.

You found out about the rest of the Supernatural universe when Sam and Dean Winchester came to solve a case in the bar you used to work out 2 years ago. Pulling pints wasn't something you wanted to do for the rest of your life so when a very shy Sam asked if you wanted to go on the road with him and his brother, you didn't hesitate to say yes. You and Sam got on instantly but it took Dean a while to warm up to you, he treats you like a sister now and will 'rip the lungs out' of anyone who hurt you. His words, not yours. And then 1 year ago, Sam Winchester asked you to be his girlfriend and you haven't looked back since. This was your life now, saving people, hunting things, the Winchester family business.

You were deep in thought in the crappy car you 'borrowed' when your phone rung.

"Hey Sammy" you said after seeing Sam's name pop up on the screen along with a cute picture of you on his back, kissing his cheek. You two were so clique.

"Hey Y/N/N, you done yet? I'm bored and I miss you too much" Sam whined down the phone, he hated it when you were on separate jobs, it made the job ten times harder.

"Yeah just give me two minu-"

That's when you blacked out.

Sam's POV (Ooohh twist (and shout) (I'm so sorry))

"Yeah just give me two minu-" Y/N half said. Everything went dead silent.

"Y/N? Hey you there? Y/N?!" I shouted panic rising at the back of my throat. I heard a rustling at the other end of the line and the phone being picked up. Then the line went dead. This was bad.