Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

How you Meet - Dean and Sam

So, I'm going to do something just a bit different. I like the idea behind preferences, like how you met, etc. but I like longer pieces better so I'm going to try doing some long preferences. It also means quicker updates as I'm not coming up with an entire plot line. Let me know what you guys think.

Dean:

You pulled your non-descript dark sedan alongside the curb. The school across the street was cordoned off with yellow crime scene tape that snapped in the wind. You stayed behind the wheel and watched the police work across the street. Sometimes you really hated your job. Climbing out of the car, you slammed the door behind you and headed across the street to the officer letting people in and out of the crime scene.

You smiled. "Hello, officer. How are you this morning?" From the inside pocket of your blazer, you pulled out your ID and showed it to him. "Agent Kraft."

He looked over the ID and handed it back to you. "How many of you guys are they going to send?" he asked with a half-smile.

The question surprised you. You weren't expecting anyone else to be here. "As many as it takes, officer."

He nodded and lifted the tape for you to enter the scene. Your eyes darted around until they landed on two men in dark suits talking to another policeman over by the football field. You made your way over, eyeing up the two suits as you went. One was shorter with a stockier build and fantastic eyes. The other was taller and leaner with softer features. Both of them were far too attractive for FBI agents.

You joined the group. "Officer. Agents, care to fill me in on what you've discovered so far?"

"I'll be over there if y'all have any more questions," the policeman said and moved away. 

The shorter agent pursed his lips and looked you over before giving you a lopsided grin of appreciation. "Hello, Agent..."

"Kraft. (y/n) Kraft."

The tall one cleared his throat and gave a look to his partner. "We weren't aware they were sending anyone else out this assignment."

"Well, that makes two of us. I didn't expect anyone either, but lets make the best of it."

He frowned before nodding carefully. "All right. I'm Agent Hetfield. This is my partner, Agent Ulrich."

You recognize the names but say nothing. You want to see what they know before you call them out on their bullshit. "Nice to meet you. Now, what's the story?"

"Football coach found two members of his team hanging from the goalpost this morning."

Your eyes dart around the scene again. "They think it's suicide but you don't. Why?" It wasn't a stretch. Three other students had committed suicide in the last six weeks.

The two exchanged a glance before looking back to you. "How did you know that?"

You shrug. "Call it a hunch."

Agent Hetfield studied you carefully while he answered. "They were in the middle of spray painting something on the field. It seems unlikely they would kill themselves before finishing."

You looked between the two of them. "What else?"

Agent Ulrich tilted his head to the side then gestured for you to follow. He took you to where two bodies laid on the ground where they'd been cut down from the post. There was no other way to describe their facial expressions than pure terror. You made a humming sound as you thought. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you made your way back over to the partner. After a glance around to make sure no one was listening, you smiled at the two men. "All right, boys. I'm going to leave. In two hours, you are going to meet me at Fay's Diner in the next town over."

"And why would we do that?" the tall one asked with narrowed eyes. 

"Because I know you two aren't federal agents anymore than you're front men for Metallica. If that doesn't convince you, they have the best coffee and pie I've had in awhile. See you later, James. Lars," you said using the first names that went with the two last names they'd given you.

With that you turned and walked back to your car without looking back. They'd come, you were sure of it. Hunters always were too curious for their own good.

Sam:

"Why am I here again?" you asked as you sat sideways in one of Bobby's chairs, your legs hanging over the arm.

"I told you there's someone I want you to meet, (y/n)."

"Yes. But why?" you asked, rolling your eyes. 

"Because I don't like you hunting by yourself and those boys have been on their own for too long. You need each other."

"I don't need anybody." It was an argument you'd had with him many things. Your proof being that you were here to have the argument. 

Bobby thumped you on the back of the head. "Don't be an idjit."

You sighed and swung your feet around to the floor so you were sitting up. "How much longer are they going to be. I got shit to do."

Bobby just glared at you and you held up your hands in a placating gesture. It was only a couple of minutes before you heard a car outside. Bobby went over and opened the door after glancing out the window. He gave them the standard check over and let them in. 

They both stopped in their tracks as they saw you sitting there. 

"(y/n) (y/l/n) meet Sam and Dean Winchester and vice versa."

You all just stared at each other, sizing each other up. Sam was the taller of the two, but he also looked softer than his brother. Younger. He could use a haircut, but you couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. Dean was shorter, but stockier. His eyes were really what you noticed about him. He had a smirk on his face. He was the first to turn to Bobby.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"He thinks we should be a team," you jumped in and answered.

Dean's smirk faded into a frown and Sam ran a hand across the back of his neck. "I don't think that's the best idea, Bobby," Sam said.

"And why not?" their mutual friend demanded.

All of your eyes met, looking for an answer he'd accept. You kept a hand around your mouth and leaned forward. "Just so you know, he won't take 'I don't want to' for an answer. I tried that already."

Sam's lips twitched and his eyes softened making nerves flutter in your belly. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. One hunt together wouldn't hurt any of them and it would make Bobby happy. So, you'd managed to convince yourself. Now you just needed to convince the brothers.