Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #3: Decision

A/N: THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS BASICALLY ME MAKING FUN OF TWILIGHT SO IF YOU ARE A REAL TWILIGHT FAN I SUGGEST YOU SKIP IT.

Imagine: You fall in love with a vampire and he makes you choose between him and your brothers.

Age: 15

You and the boys had entered a small town in Iowa, tracking a vampire pack. An encounter with the pack yesterday had introduced you to a teenaged vampire by the name of Kaden, who had quickly taken an interest in you. He even stopped the rest of his pack from killing you. He told you, away from the ears of Sam and Dean, that he immediately liked you and wanted you to join his pack. Reciprocating his feelings, you accepted, but had requested that you waited until your brothers could watch as Derek turned you. He agreed and allowed you to go home with the unsuspecting male Winchesters, who didn't know a thing about your decision.

     But what they also didn't know was that the joining was all part of your plan.

     A day had come and gone and now you and your brothers had tracked the vampire pack of five to an abandoned factory where they resided.

     The three of you stealthily broke into the factory, but were ultimately captured by the vamps. They took you and your brothers to a big room and handcuffed Sam and Dean to metal poles. But, much to the boys and your surprise, they left you standing before them, weapon-less and vulnerable, before exiting the room. Derek was the only one who remained.

      "You seemed to take an interest in me yesterday, Y/n. And I took more than an interest in you. So, do you still feel the same?" Derek crept closer to you and dared to push a lock of (color) hair from your face. You put on a small smile, feigning innocence as you leaned into his touch just enough for him to notice.

     "Absolutely, Derek." You breathed lustfully. You could almost see the confused and angered faces both of your brothers most certainly sported behind you, but you couldn't break from the vampire's brown-eyed gaze.

     "Do you wish to join us? I spoke with our leader, and he's given me permission to turn your beautiful body into one of our own." Derek reached out and ran his hands slowly down your (skin tone) arms, hidden beneath the sleeves of your leather jacket.

    "Y/n, what the hell is going on? What are you doing?" Sam spoke up behind you, and you felt a twinge of pain at the anger in his voice. You knew that it was only there because he didn't know the full extent of your intent, but it hurt nonetheless. You forced yourself to sharpen your tone to speak back to him.

     "Shut up, Moose. I'm done with your sorry excuses for family, and for trust. I'm going with the man I love." You turned to face them, arm around Derek's waist as his encircled your shoulder proudly, tossing the brothers smug looks.

     "What? Y/n, have you lost your mind? We're the men you love! Not Twilight over here!" You could blatantly detect the utter heartbreak that littered Dean's voice, and it made you want to cry, but your decision had been made.

     "Not anymore, Shortstack. You boys are out of style. I want someone I can have a little fun with." You put a hand on Derek's chest for emphasis, and Dean gagged a little.

     "Y/n, don't do this. You know as soon as you're gone they'll kill us." Sam pleaded, his eyes glistening with tears as his cheeks turned pink.

     You flashed an evil smile, backing up slightly and pulling Derek with you as you headed for the door.

     "I know."

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     "This is everyone in the pack?" You asked as you looked around at all the people sitting around you, staring at you, some with aggression and others with curiosity. Derek stood beside with an arm held protectively tight around you.

     "Every last member. They wanted to meet you before they went to take care of those two giants in the other room.

     "Wonderful," A harrowing smirk flashed upon your face as you looked around, striking fear into a few pack members' chests, "I was wondering when I'd get to kill you all."

     In a flash you had produced a machete from inside your shirt, slinging full circle and decapitating Derek as gasps and yells resonates through the room.

     Bodies lunged at you from every direction, but eight quickly became seven as you dispatched another, rolling beneath outstretched arms and swinging your machete through another neck as you rose to your feet. You leapt atop a table beside you, downing a fourth, and kicked at one who lunged for you with teeth bared. Blood splattered your clothes and you were tired, but you kept on.

     A few more jumps and twirls and the remaining four had been killed. You wiped your machete on your shirt, noticing in a mirror your slightly disheveled hair and blood-splattered face.

     In an instant you were hurrying back to where your brothers were tied up, believing you hated them while they waited for their deaths.

     You busted open the door and their heads snapped up, the fear and anger in them replaced with disbelief as they took in the blood on your clothes and the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

     "It's done. The building's been cleared." You adjusted the grip on your machete as you started to walk toward them.

     "Y/n, what are you doing in here?" Sam asked, and you couldn't help but to roll your eyes at the stupidness of the question.

     "What?" You panted, still out of breath as you began looking around for the keys to their cuffs, "You didn't really believe I'd fallen for some horny teen vampire, did you?"

     "Kinda," Dean said, almost angrily, "You certainly were making it out like you did!"

     "I had to make it seem real. I knew we'd be captured, we always do. So I made a plan and I killed the monsters." You found the keys and unruffled both boys, who stood before you, hurt looks still on both of their faces. It suddenly hit you that they really believed you no longer loved them, and your face softened.

     "Boys," you said sadly, pulling them into a large hug and repeatedly kissing both their faces, "I'm sorry, but I had to do something. If I had lost you two-" You trailed off, your eyes watering a moment before you instead focused on showering both their faces with apologetic kisses while they smiled and chuckled, their arms tight around you.

     "It's okay, babe," Sam said, kissing your cheek back, Dean replicating his actions opposite the moose, "You saved the day."

     "But don't ever do that again." Dean quickly added, and you let out a small laugh.

     "I won't, I promise."

     "Good, cause we love you, kiddo." Dean said, and you squeezed them tighter.

      "I love you boys, too."