Imagine #39

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Sibling!Reader 

@Angel_Love_Eyes 

Warning: mentions of blood and injuries 

                    The last few months had been really rough on you and your brothers. But honestly, when wasn't life trying to screw you over? You thought you might get a break for once, but of course that wasn't going to happen. You had decided that the safest decision for all of you would be for you to hit  the rode and go off on your own. Today in particular hadn't been going your way and it resulted into a lowly pack of demons getting the upper hand in a fight. You just couldn't take almost an entire eatery full of demons all by yourself. 

    You had started the hunt tracing a demon who hadn't quite learned how to clean up after himself yet. You walked into the diner to question the locals about what had happened to a recently deceased neighbor, who unbeknownst to them was murdered by the demon. You slid into a booth and looked over the menu. You sighed, missing the times you, Sam and Dean piled into a tiny booth and got the biggest burger on the menu. Or more often than not, only you and Dean got those ridiculous burgers while Mr. Health Conscious got a salad or chicken. Your reminiscing was interrupted by a waiter approaching you. He was fairly attractive in your opinion, but something was telling you his smile wasn't to be trusted. "You seem lonely  without your behemoth brothers, Y/n." Your head snapped up to see the waiter staring down at you with black eyes. "You must be new." You commented and rested the menu on the table. "What do you mean?" The two of you decided to humor each other, somewhat in a shared attempt to prolong the time before each others death. "Its usually a wise decision not to reveal one's identity to a hunter in a public setting. Especially without back up."

"Who said I didn't have back up?" You tried to remain calm as the entire restaurant  turned to look at you with black eyes. "You say anything about me being old and we'll be sharing the elevator to hell together." You told him and he grabbed your wrist. "There's no point in trying sweetheart." He dragged you out of the booth and restrained your arms. You groaned internally when you heard the safety of about twenty guns click off at once. 

So there you were, strapped to a chair (so original) while the demon threatened you. "You know, threats are usually more effective if you actually do something to me, newbie." You sort of regretted mentioning this, but you knew it was either experiencing his attempts at torture or having a more experienced demon tear you to shreds. You winced at the first hard punch to your face. You were thankful to not yet feel the cracking of your jaw bone, but the you did feel the the sting of your skin splitting. But a split lip was low on the list of worries. "Leave her to me." A new demon entered the room. "But I just started." Your torturer whined. He quickly became quiet with a glare from his superior. "You are quite a strong one." The new demon commented as he approached you. "Much like your mother."

"Thanks." You huffed a piece of hair out of your eyes. "Your brothers can vouch for that you know. Especially now." You quirked an eyebrow. "Oh you don't know. Perfect." He began telling you of the things your brothers had been doing lately. And your mom was part of them. You felt a salty tears slip down your face as you listened to all the lies your brothers had been telling you be exposed. To think they would hide the fact that your mother was alive like little boys who didn't want their toy stolen by a playmate. You were pissed and nearly prayed that this demon was lying to you. 

When you finally escaped, beaten and broken, you decided to try and find your idiot brothers. Your eye was still swollen and the split in your lip was still bleeding. You had a broken wrist and new collection of scattered burns on your legs and arms. You weren't sure how you were able to get back to the men of letters' bunkers. You hobbled through the door and heard laughter. Genuine laughter. Your heart was thumping in your chest, both in hope and panic. You walked through the kitchen doorway and your heart dropped. You felt tears well in your eyes at the sight in front of you. "Mom?" 


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