Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #22: FDEIB

Imagine: You lose someone. That's all I'm revealing.

Age: I dunno sixteen I guess.

Btw this chapter is in first person so yeah.

THIS CHAPTER IS VERY SIMILIAR TO ONE FROM THE PAST BECAUSE I WROTE IT SPECIFICALLY FOR SOMEONE SO DEAL WITH IT.

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     "Y/n, we are so sorry about Chrissy. But, baby, you have to understand that hunting, it's dangerous. By choosing to become a hunter, Chrissy put herself at risk immediately." Dean said softly, sitting beside me on the bed and putting his hand on my shoulder. Normally when I lost someone, I wanted Sam and Dean to wrap me up in their arms, tell me everything would be okay. But this time I didn't want them to hold me, didn't want to be saved.

     "Chrissy was killed by demons working for Lucifer, trying to get information on us. They flayed her skin off in pieces. She drowned in her own blood. Her death was my fault, I became her friend and she payed the price, knowing a Winchester. Her blood splattered the floor like paint, and it was my fault." I said angrily, shrugging Dean's comforting hand away.

     "Y/n, it wasn't your fault. Nobody could've-"

"Shut up!" I yelled, my eyes flaming up brightly as I flung my hands out and pushed Sam and Dean backward onto the bed, not so hard that they were hurt, but hard enough to make them shut their mouths. I took a few gasping breaths, calming down. There was a minute of silence as the boys stared at me, their eyes tearing up, hurt and angered by my retaliation. But I wasn't finished.

"What the he-"

     "A boy with black hair was in advanced placement," I began slowly, and both boys immediately shut up, "He was a prophet of the Lord. He deciphered the Word of God and never once was he selfish," I paused, trying not to choke on my voice, trying to keep it strong as I stared at the ground by my feet," his eyes were burned out of his skull and his blood decorated the floor of the bunker," I said with rage in my voice and fire in my (color) eyes, which were glowing powerfully in the dimly lit room. Sam and Dean stared at me.

     "Y/n-"

     "A nerdy, sweet, LARP-loving red-haired geek helped defeat the leader of the Leviathans and went to Oz with Dorothy. She liked girls and was the Queen of Moondoor. She was gutted in a bathtub and painted on the walls." Tears welled in all three Winchesters' eyes as I went on, knowing damn well that my words were striking nerve after nerve in those boys. I wasn't going to break down and cry in Dean's arms. I wasn't going to let them tell me that everything would be alright. They didn't get to do that.

     "A grumpy," my voice cracked as I went on, "old, smartass drunk with a ratted, beat up baseball cap owned a junkyard," Sam and Dean, neither one looking at me, froze as I spoke, their eyes snapping up to meet mine. I swear I'd never seen so much pain in two pairs of green eyes before,"he had no relation to us, but raised us like his own. He was the only father I ever knew. He had enough lore to kill anything you could think of, and his best friend and he were partners in hunting," tears dripped down my cheeks, as they did theirs.

     "He was shot in the head and forced to spend the next three hours, his last three hours, bleeding out in a coma." I was full on crying now, and both boys were trying, and failing, to fight tears.

     "You see, when you say that family don't end in blood, you're wrong. Cause when you're with the Winchesters," I choked once more on my words, and then suddenly my tears stopped, my voice hardened, and my eyes flared brightly in my skull.

     "Family always ends in blood."