Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #30: Scary

Imagine: Meeting a bunch of hunters at a hunter's funeral and have them talk about you, making Sam and Dean proud.

Age: 15

"You sure about this? I don't really like hunters other than you two dorks." You said as you stepped out of the Impala, listening to her purr die out as you looked up at the large, mossy mansion waiting before you. Dean got out of the car behind you, patting your shoulder.

"We have to pay our respects. Roe was a friend of Dad's, you know that." Dean threw his arm around you as you waited for Sam to put on his jacket.

"I know, it's just, like I said, other hunters and I don't mix well." You mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"You'll be fine, baby," Dean squeezed your shoulder and kissed the side of your head, "If they get on your nerves, you have plenty of ways to state your place. You're Y/n Winchester!"

"Alright," Sam walked up on your other side, nudging your shoulder, "Let's go, kid."

You trudged toward the door, a brother on either side as you looked around at the cars littered throughout the gravel. It was true, the few encounters you had had with other hunters had not ended well, and you were weary at the thought of spending three hours surrounded by them while they bragged on themselves and got drunk. You knew Dean would eventually run off with some huntress for the night, but thankfully you also knew that Sam wasn't much for hunters, like you, and that you could stick with him and hopefully not have to worry too much.

Dean swung the door open confidently and you followed him inside, Sam behind you as you apprehensively took in the appearance of scattered groups of hunters talking amongst themselves and the unmistakable smell of cooking meat. You stuck close to Sam's side as Dean led the two of you into what was obviously a living room. This was also where the majority of the gathered hunters thronged, lounging on couches and chairs and talking.

Eyes slowly began to drift toward the Winchester trio as they stood idly in the doorway, and in confusion you watched as many mouths fell open in shock and the room quieted.

"What?" Dean questioned, before realizing that all eyes were not on him, but on you. He turned too, to look at you, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Y/n Winchester? The Y/n Winchester?" Someone said from where they sat on the couch.

"Last time I checked, that was me." You responded, your gaze flirting around the room, discovering that every pair of eyes your looked at was looking straight back at you.

"You're the most amazing huntress on Earth!" Someone else exclaimed.

"You are one scary ass hunter."

     "You don't fear monsters. Monsters fear you."

     "You're a badass."

     "The bitchiest baddass ever."

     You found yourself slowly smiling as your praise was echoed throughout the room, awe filling the eyes of everyone in the room.

"It would be amazing to be able to work on a case with you, Y/n, see you in action." The one who'd first spoken took over the room, running a hand through his short, cropped hair and taking a swig from his beer, nothing but admiration in his voice.

Dean stepped in then, drawing his arm around you and pulling you close.

"I'll have to stop you there buddy." He said, and the pride was thick in this voice, "she's ours."

"You raised her, right Dean?" Someone asked, and Dean puffed out his chest with a confident nod.

"Sam and I," He glanced back and nodded Sam forward, and the moose eventually rolled his eyes and came to stand on your other side, "We raised this little badass from the ground up."

"You two did a great job, then." Someone nodded vigorously, "She damn well may be the best huntress to ever hit this green Earth."

Dean pulled you close, his voice quiet beside your ear and his breath billowing across your neck, "You're a legend, baby girl. Breathe it in."

You rolled your eyes as he kissed the side of your head.

"Y/n, come sit! You've got to come tell us some stories about your hunts with the boys!" A woman ushered you forward, and although your mind told you no, begged you to stay as close to Sam as you could, your heart suddenly yearned for the spot she had cleared beside her on the couch, her face friendly and her eyes inviting. It wasn't long before your limbs were moving without your consent and you were sitting beside her on the couch.

"Well, I can tell you all about the hunt we went on just recently, it was pretty fun-"

"We've been here two minutes and she's already got the entire room wrapped around her finger." Sam murmured beside his brother, watching with a warm half smile as you slowly got into the story, tossing your hands around in wild gestures and re-enacting scenes from the past hunt.

"But of course," Dean said proudly, crossing his arms as he watched you, "She was the same way with us, remember? We fell in love the moment we laid eyes on her."

"Hell yeah we did, and now look at her." Sam gestured vaguely in your direction, "She's a freaking superhero to these people, and she's fifteen."

"Honestly, it doesn't surprise me," Dean glanced at Sam, "have you met that baby? She's the sweetest little devil you ever did meet, and she can get anybody falling head over heels for her with nothing more than a smile."

"Oh trust me, I know. We've both fallen victim to that damn smile, and I'm proud of her." Sam chuckled as he looked upon your wildly waving arms and the laughs that echoed around the room following.

"I'm so proud of her." Dean agreed, and the two went silent a moment, until a woman, quite obviously drunk, stumbled her way to them, smiling flirtatiously.

"Hey, there, you're a couple of tall boys, think you could come help me with a little problem I'm having?" She slurred, her hands finding their way to Sam and Dean's chest. While Dean would normally be following the girl to the nearest private room straight away, he found himself not wanting any woman, found himself wanting nothing more than to sit and watch his sister rule the room with her stories, nearly bursting with pride. Both brothers cropped a slightly disgusted face as the tried, and failed, to halt the woman's advances.

"Look, we're not really interested-"

"I'll make you interested," She stepped closer and Sam could smell the alcohol on her breath, "I'm very interesting."

"Hey, redhead!" The woman whipped around to see you staring her down from the couch, not even needing to leave your spot to strike fear into her heart, "They said they weren't interested, so leave my boys alone."

"Okay, okay," the woman said bitterly, throwing her hands, but everyone in the room could tell she was apprehensive of the fiery wonder girl before her, "Jeez, they aren't even hot."

"Your boys?" Someone echoed your words as the woman stumbled out of the room, and you nodded matter-of-factly. The woman previously sitting with you had left the room and come back to another seat, leaving the rest of the couch open for Sam and Dean to sit on either side of you.

"Oh yeah," You patted both their knees while they smiled, "These are my boys. All those stories you've been hearing about me being scary when a monster kills and I have to save the day? You don't want to see me when a monster tries to go for my boys." Dean sat up enough to kiss your cheek and a few nods drifted throughout the room.

"We believe you, and we know now." Someone said, and you raised an eyebrow questioningly. Spotting your confusion they finished their statements, voicing immediately agreeing all throughout the room.

"Don't mess with Y/n Winchester."