Supernatural One shots/Imagines!

Sam and Dean loose you on a hunt

((Another original Imagine from yours truly. I feel bad for abandoning this so I'M BACK IDJITS

Enjoy :)

Jackie))

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The pain should have been gone or atleast numbed. That was the trick your father had taught you when you had fallen out of a tree and broken your arm while the hospital was an hour away. Just count back from 10 and think about something besides the pain. 

Now though, as you waited under the wooden staircase, the throbbing pain in in your shoulders continued. This hunt had started out as every other did, it was only supposed to be a run in with a classic haunting.  A young married couple and their young son had moved into an older, antique house a few miles out of the small rural town even Sam had struggled to locate on a road map. The only way you three had found the town was after the heartbreaking headline broke that the entire family had been found brutally murdered in the basement. That had been enough to draw Sam's attention, throwing you and Dean along for the ride.

After a couple days of research and crappy motel food, you had come determined what you where up against, the original home owner Norman Nox who had been hung back in 1735 for violently murdering his wife and three sons in a drunken rage. Norman had never been laid to rest, his body having been thrown in the main river that ran through the town square and, conveniently, right behind the Nox house. Every home owner since that time had lost all male animals or children brought onto the property although, conveniently only female children had lived in the house for the past few years, leaving the house's dark past to be graciously forgotten. That was until poor Mr. and Mrs. Deerborn and their five year old son Ethan. Now Norman was back and looking for blood, which little Ethan had not satisfied. Norman had reached out using the river and had lured back three young local boys to feed his blood lust, the three boys you, Sam and Dean where now trying to save. 

Right now, unfortunate, the blood Norman Nox was after was your boyfriend Dean's.

Norman had lured Dean and Sam upstairs to the attic, where the three boys where trapped, while Dean had insisted you remain on the main level to get the boys out of the house while the burnt the house to the ground but things hadn't gone as planned, obviously. 

Norman had secured Sam and Dean in the attic and then come for you, probably to get you out of the way before setting in on the boys in the attic. Norman lived up to his legend, having cut you with the broken beer bottled he wielded which had was darkened with blood from all his past victims. He'd come at your swinging when you'd gone up to the third floor in search of Sam and Dean. Dean's warning screams hadn't reached you in time before you where flying down the staircase with your arm bleeding before fleeing into the basement to collect your rock salt gun and blast son of a bitch full until you got Sam Dean and the three boys out. 

While you where attempting to reload another rock salt bullet into your gun with shaky hands, you heard his heavy boots thundering across the floor to the basement door directly above you but you where ready when the basement door came crashing in reveling his large form at the top of the stairs. At the foot of the stairs you stood, gun raised and pointed before shooting. As you'd hoped, the figure vanished upon the impact of the salt and you made a mad but clumsy dash up the stairs before slamming the door.

Your heart felt ready to burst out of your chest as you made it to the second floor and then the third. Only a long, ornate hallway separated you from your boys and with blind determination you surged forward. The adrenaline that had been keeping you going was slowly wearing down as your vison swam slightly. You could hear Dean pounding on the attic door, screaming your name as you reached up to pull the handle down, the door shaking from his fists pounding relentlessly against the door and the light down the hall swayed and flickered from the vibration, or so you hoped. You'd hoped Norman would have been kept down longer from your salt shot to the head but as the light sputtered and went out, your time was up. The handle brushed your fingertips, you where so close but you felt yourself thrown back. Norman was back and ready to attack.