Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Mimic. (Dean X Friend!Skylar)

(You leave to hunt with an old friend, leaving Sam and Dean to worry about you. When you come back, Dean doesn't want you to leave. So, you bring up what happened in Oklahoma.)
(Name: Skylar)
(Age: 29)
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I pulled up a chair to the booth where my boys where sitting at.
Not wanting to choose a side to sit on.
I smiled at them taking Dean's beer and sipping from it.
They both looked at me in shock.
"Howdy boys."
I said faking a southern accent.
A smile as bright as day appeared in Sam's face.
"Sky...Where the hell did you go, buddy?"
He asked me obviously taking in my appearance.
I didn't understand why.
"You act like I've been gone for a decade. Relax, its only been...what...like two months."
I said a smirk lining my lips.
Dean scoffed.
"It felt like forever. Never pull that shit again, Skylar."
Dean said scooting to the end of his booth to give me an arm hug.
I hummed softly from the squeeze.
"So...What happened?"
Sam asked leaning in so that we could hear his whispers.
I chuckled.
"Well after the ghoul in Anaheim, I needed a break to heal up. I didn't want to go through the whole argument about leaving, so I just dipped. You're not gonna believe what happened-"
I looked around the bar.
It was pretty crowded for a hole in the wall.
"We should probably go somewhere more private."
I said quietly.
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We got their motel room and took seats at their little table.
Sam gave me a look.
"Well. Go on."
I got up and grabbed a few beers and setting them down on the table.
Cracking it open and taking a sip.
I started my story.
"When I left I thought I would just go out for a drink by myself, get away from this for a bit. On my way back to the motel I ran into Alexis Hamming-"
Sam's eyes widened in shock.
"Alex Hamming? The hunter?"
I nodded.
"Exactly. Anyways she starts telling me about this new cross-breed of nastys. We're calling them mimickers. She took me to her little hunting cabin in Michigan and showed me all of the death reports that seem to be following this thing around. Get this, we think that it's a crossing between wendigos and skinwalkers-"
Dean slammed his hand on the table from how intrigued he was.
"Shut your mouth!"
We must have laughed so hard that we practically choked on our spit.
I took a deep breath before continuing.
"Basically it has the same athletic abilities as a Wendigo, but it can turn into people and walk among us. Scary shit."
The boys nodded in agreement.
"They're gonna be the new bullies of monsterland. Not good."
Sam muttered before taking a long sip from his beer bottle.
His hand found mine and he rubbed on one of knuckles that was bruised from the hunt.
Suddenly I filled with guilt.
"That's why I going back tomorrow morning."
I said not being able to rip my eyes away from Sam.
His face became riddled with heartbreak, and so had Deans.
"W-what? Skylar, we just got you back today. You were gone for months, and we thought you were dead. We won't let you leave. Not again."
I scrunched my face at Dean.
"I'm sorry, but this isn't a discussion. Hammings gonna be waiting for me in Michigan. I thought you guys, of all people, would get it."
I removed my hand from Sam's.
I looked at them, they're once relived faces turned into something so grim.
"Me and Sam? We're brothers, you can't compare us to whatever your doing with Alex."
Sam was nodding along to what Dean was saying.
"Right, because that's how that really goes. Like in Oklahoma. You do remember Oklahoma, right, Dean? I do. Down to every last detail."
Dean looked at the floor, remorse in his eyes.
Sam's eyes, however were in complete shock.
"Guys? What the hell happened in Oklahoma?"
I took a shaky breath.
Remembering what Dean put me through.
"Me and Dean kept hunting together when you dove down the rabbit hole. We were hunting for a grouping of sirens in Oklahoma, and he left me there. I almost got killed. He ditched me for Ben and Lisa, and didn't call to let me know if he was ok. He didn't even call to check if I was okay. Nothing he was just, gone."
Deans face suddenly twisted in anger.
He stood up, practically bucking at me.
"Hey! I came back-"
I scoffed and stood up as well.
"YOU ONLY CAME BACK WHEN YOU FOUND OUT THAT SAM WAS ALIVE!"
I yelled at him.
It was true.
I called him so many times.
We were both on the edge of tears.
Sam sat in between us, a hand covering his mouth from this new information.
"I was just...I was unstable when Sam was gone. I wasn't thinking."
I let two tears fall from my eyes before wiping them away.
I shrugged before grabbing my duffle.
"Well...I can't really think right now either."
Suddenly I stopped and turned back around, tears crawling down my face.
"I would have understood."
Without another word I slammed the door behind me.
I got in my car and started my long trek to Michigan.
It's more than a full days drive, but it gave me time to think and push those memories deep into the back of my head.
Alex was sleeping when I had arrived.
It was two in the morning.
I went ahead and slept in the couch until sunrise.
I woke up from my nap and made myself some coffee before sitting back on the couch and doing some more research.
There was a hard knock at the door.
This house is in the middle of nowhere so we didn't have many visitors.
I got up and grabbed my gun.
Inching my way towards the door I stopped and tucked a flare gun in my pocket.
Grabbed hold of the knob and yanked open the door holding my gun up.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
Dean screamed.
The boys were at the door with their hands in the air.
I was relieved and incredible annoyed just by looking at them.
They must have followed me all the way over here.
"What the hell are you idiots doing here?"
Dean pushed past me and walked straight into the kitchen.
Sam shrugged and gave me a quick hug.
Dean came back with a beer in hand.
"I'm done. I won't let either of us go down that road again. We care about you, Sky. I'm sorry."
My glare softened.
I smiled at him.
"Yeah. Yeah ok."
I hugged him and gave him a pat on the back.
I looked at Sam and gave him a hug too.
"You girls wanna get lunch before you're back on the road?"
I asked before grabbing my coat.
Sam grabbed me by my shoulder.
"Wait."
He whispers.
Dean walks up to me and and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"No. I'm- We're not leaving. We will hunt this 'mimicker' down...Together. Because, that is what family does. I love you, kid, and I won't be making that mistake again."
I stared into his green eyes.
His apology seemed honest.
Genuine.
I wrapped my arms around his torso and squeezed him.
"Okay. I love you too."
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