Supernatural Imagines

Fight the Good Fight

Circa S1. You find yourself with an unexpected power and an unexplainable story as 2 state officers start to ask questions.

You sit on the doorstep, hopeless and helpless and full of fear. How could things have turned dark so quickly? The dried blood on your palms only seems to make things worse as you try to rub it off on your jeans, but the iron scent and red tint remain.

"Ma'am can we talk to you for a moment?" Two men approach, clad in brown uniforms and state police badges. The tall one with long locks looks to you with empathetic eyes and thin lips. "Just a few questions, that's all."

"I already talked to the police," you choke out, trying not to burst into tears again.

The shorter one crouches down beside you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Look Ms. --"

"Y/L/N." You insert.

"Y/L/N," He repeats. "I know this is hard for you right now, but we need you to answer some questions in order to help us find your boyfriend's killer."

You nod your head, looking down to your lap to try to hide the guilt on your face. You're the one who killed him. It was an accident of course, but nothing that you could ever in a million years explain to the police. You can hardly explain it to yourself.

"Just tell us what you saw," the tall one coos in a calm voice.

"We went to bed around 10, just like we normally do. I didn't hear anything while I was asleep, but the room got really hot so I woke up. It took a minute for me to realize what had happened, but when I saw Brady... when I saw him there with all that blood, and burned up too, I just -- I just screamed and called 911."

"Did you live here with your boyfriend?" The green eyes officer questions. You look to his uniform to see the last name Carpenter. The other is Coleman.

You shake your head. "No, but I stayed here with him a lot."

"Was there anything unusual about the apartment? Flickering lights? Cold spots?"

Biting your lip, you look up to the officers in confusion. "There was nothing he complained about. I never saw anything either. Wait -- what does this have to do with his death?"

"Just routine questions, that's all," Coleman, the tall, broad-shouldered officer, asks.

"All I know is that my boyfriend is dead," you mutter, wiping away a stray tear.

"Thank you for your time," Carpenter nods, standing up. The two officers walk away, leaving you sitting alone on the doorstep.

A few medics head to the door, pulling you towards the back of an ambulance. They walk you past the two officers, both huddled over and whispering.

"I swear that I saw him die," Coleman presses.

"Sam, this might not be our kind of thing," Carpenter replies, looking around in case anyone hears. Luckily he doesn't notice your gaze. "I mean, maybe it was just some freak accident. She said it was hot in there -- it could have been a candle that set him on fire."

"And the blood?" Sam inquires. "None of it makes sense, dude. There's nothing ordinary I know that could do something like that. And you know that I only have my premonitions about people I'm connected to. First Jess, then mom, and then Max. There's got to be someone around here the possesses abilities like mine."

"So you're saying one of your psychic blood brothers is hanging around here?" Carpenter raises his eyebrow. Sam nods. "Great. Another psycho murderer on the loose."