Supernatural Imagines

Love to Hate

The silver bullets cut through the shapeshifter and its figure falls to the ground. A smile splays on your lips as you walk over and kick Dean Winchester's corpse, making sure that the imitator won't come back to life.

"You seem oddly happy," Dean grunts as he stands from being thrown across the room by the shapeshifter. "I'm going to try not to take offense to that."

"I'd be smiling no matter who I shot," you roll your eyes at his sarcasm. "It's been a while since I've run into a shapeshifter."

You walk over to the corner of the barn and offer Sam a helping hand. "Yeah, well we're glad you did, Y/N. We might be toast if not for you."

You shrug your shoulders and watch as Sam makes his way towards the big barn door. "I'm sure you guys could have handled it. I mean you are the Winchesters, right?" A chuckle slips out at the thought of their prestigious title. Yes, you've heard plenty of stories about the legendary brothers, but seeing them in real life feels different. To you they just seem like 2 normal guys.

Dean approaches you from behind as Sam leaves. "So, what do you say about a celebratory drink tonight?" He asks, waggling his eyebrows.

Well, 1 normal guy and 1 asshole.

"I'll pass," you smile politely, knowing that it's coming off as a little disgusted anyways. "I've got work to do, so I guess I'll see you around."

"What, you're just gonna leave?" Dean pries.

You spin around to face him head on, a bit of fire burning in your irises. "The shapeshifter is dead. Your brother is gonna be back any minute now with a can of gasoline to light this barn up like a campfire. That's going to draw people over here, and I'd rather not be in town when the cops start asking questions. So yeah, I'm leaving."

You turn on your heel and walk away, nodding a goodbye to Sam on your way out.

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"Funny running into you here," Dean greets you as a scowl takes place on your features. It's only been a few weeks since you last saved their asses on a hunt, and having to babysit 2 grown men wasn't the most fun you've ever had.

"You've gotta be kidding me," you groan, watching the Winchesters walk through the police station doors in their FBI suits.

You whip your head back around to the young deputy who's looking at you expectantly. "These are my two associates," you smile. "Could you give me a minute with them? Thanks."

Sam smiles awkwardly as he approaches with Dean by his side. "Hey, Y/N."

"What are you two doing here?" You whisper harshly. Dean's eyes shine mysteriously, and you narrow your own at him. "Are you following me?"

"What?" Dean laughs anxiously. "Of course not. We saw an article online."

You nod, your mind drifting back to the hunt. "Right. Man gets heart ripped out in locked apartment."

"That's the one," Sam states, shaking out his palms.

"Look guys, I have this covered. Go find another case," you order, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

There's a tap on your shoulder. "Excuse me, Agent. Sorry to interrupt but another body has been discovered. Same M.O."

"Great," you sigh. "And the victim?"