Supernatural Imagines

Candy Killer << GabrielxReader

The reader gets quite the fright.

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         The Winchesters. Boy do I have so much to say about those boys. They can be asses, they can be scary as fuck killers, but they can also be lovable teddy bears. I was one of those Winchesters. Kicking asses and taking names. My father was John Winchester and my mother was some sideshow slut. I got the good looking genes, but not the tall ones. I was a whopping 5'4. My hair, like Sam's, was long brown with a slight wave. My eyes were forest green like deans and my face was dotted with freckles.

         Like Sam, I had a fear of clowns, but I also had a fear of a lot of other things. Some of those being spiders, locked rooms, small spaces, human killers, being in a small locked room with bugs. You get the point. I was jumpy, clumsy, terrified of most things, but I could kick some ass. I was just not the very best.

       Sam and Dean kept me away from most hunts due to my, um, faults. I don't blame them though. I would do the same thing. I would keep myself extremely far away from them.

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"Y/N!"

"Yeah Sammeh!" Sam popped out from the door frame back from his morning jog.

"Hey we have a hunt to go on. Its an easy one so don't worry." Okay cool.

"Sweet! I'll get ready." Sam walked out. My bedroom in the bunker was at the top floor with a nice view of the trees. The trees were swaying and banging against the door.

"QUIT FUCKING HUMPING MY HOUSE YOU SLUT TREES!" Sam popped back in the door with a quizzical look on his face.

"Do I wanna know?"

"The trees are fucking sluts! They keep banging the house......oh my god our house is a douche-bag." Sam just laughed and walked away to prepare for the hunt.

I threw some clothes into a duffel bag. A couple tank tops. Some tattered jeans. I also put some deodorant and other necessities. I yelled at those slutty trees once more before running out and throwing my stuff into the Impala. Dean came out (of the closet) and threw his and Sam's bag into the trunk.

"So, what we huntin' Deano?"

"Trickster."

"Coo."

"Coo Coo motherfucker!!"

"Dean, why?"

"Cause I'm coo as hell." I scoffed and rolled my eyes, walking away and smiling. He laughed and shut the trunk gently. He ruffled the top of my head and walked back into the bunker with me, holding my hand. I smiled up at my big brother and he smiled back.

We walked back through the door and and grabbed Sam. Literally.

I grabbed his shirt and jumped onto his back. I clung to his back as he tried to scratch me off.

"Y-Y/N GET OFF!"

"NEVER MOOSEY!"

"GAAHH!" He half screamed and ran to the Impala. I yelled and hung on as tight as I could, but as I mentioned I'm not the best. I fell off his back and hit my head off the floor. I groaned and grabbed at my head. It didn't hurt to bad, but it hurt enough.

"Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY!"

"Damnit Sam tone the voice down. I'm fine." He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I swear I think that they think I'm a flower or something.