Supernatural Imagines

Parental Guidance (Dean)

"...Okay, yes... Yes I will. Dean and I will be there as soon as possible. Thanks Stephen," You ended the call and fidgeted with your phone, concern flooding your veins.

"Did you get the location?" Dean asked, opening a beer bottle and taking a sip. You sat down on a chair in the Bunker's library and ran a hand through your hair.

You got up suddenly, your hands started to tremble. "Y-Yeah. We have to go now," You said and walked out to pack some clothes for both of you and keep your laptop.

In the next 10 minutes you entered the library, a duffel bag slung on your shoulder, to find Dean zipping up a bag of what you assume was filled with the usual weapons: guns, blades and bullets.

"Let's go," You said with no life put into it. He looked at you with worry, "They'll be okay." He came over and kissed your head. You wiped a tear off your cheek, "I just didn't want them to get to know this life. Now they have to."

He held your hand tightly and you both walked out of the Bunker and to the Impala.

Your parents had been living the normal life but they were taken by vampires to feed on 2 days ago. You didn't have anything about their location or wellbeing except a emergency phone call they had made to the authorities. You had tracked it down, something you had learnt from Sammy, and asked around for any vampire activity nearby. You successfully pinpointed the exact place they were held.

*****

5 hours later

"Babe, you awake?" Dean tapped your shoulder softly, stirring you to consciousness.

"Huh, what?" You groaned and rubbed your face, "I am now." You squinted and looked ahead. It was evening time, 5:48 PM. "Have we reached?" You questioned and he nodded.

You started to get out of your seat but he held your hand back. "[y/n] listen, you need to be prepared for whatever is inside there. You know, they could be-"

"Please don't say it Dean," You clenched your fists and opened the Impala door, "I'm prepared enough to beat the crap out of these vamps."

He followed you out to the car trunk where all the weapons were resting. You checked the pistols then placed one at the back of your jeans. Dean did the same, handing you a machete and keeping one for himself.

You walked towards the warehouse, a usual place for vamps to hang out, gun pointed ahead and ready for any attack.

You heard chatter, which grew louder as you took steps forward. You looked to Dean and he nodded, giving you the signal to get ready and attack.

You slowly peeked through thin cracks of a termite-eaten wooden door that slides. You watched as two big guys walked around your tied up parents who sat on chairs. They kept conversing about how they can't wait to have a fresh new source of 'food'.

You, filled with rage, wanted to storm in and beat the crap out of them before finally killing them but you took a deep breath instead.

Dean was going to walk on the other side but you pushed him out from in front the door and howled like a wolf.

AAAAOOOOOO!

Dean looked at you with confusion and anxiety. You placed your hand on his mouth and shushed him silently with your finger on your mouth.