Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Hunting Trip - Sam

You and Sam were asleep in your bed when a thud and small crash came from elsewhere in the house. You awoke instantly. Apparently so did Sam as he was already getting out of bed. You let him go and took your time slipping on a pair of jeans with the shirt you'd slept in. You pulled your hair into a loose ponytail to keep it out of your face and grabbed your gun from its hiding place. 

You eased through the darkness following the sounds of a fight. "Dean?" you heard Sam ask. You sighed and left your gun on a table in the hall before walking into the room the brothers were in. You flipped on the light and leaned against the door frame.

"Y/N!" Sam said in surprise. Dean's eyes widened as he turned to face you. "Dean this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

"Hello, Dean." 

He sauntered over, his eyes narrowing as they took you in. "Now, you, I was not expecting to see here."

You shrugged. "Don't know what to tell you."

Sam's gaze darted between the two of you. "Is there something I should know here? Do you two know each other?"

Dean huffed a laugh and smiled. "Course not, Sammy. She's just way out of your league is all."

"Thanks, Dean."

Dean laughed again. "If you'll excuse us, I'm going to borrow your boyfriend here to discuss some family business."

"No," Sam says after a moment's thought and comes over to loop his arm around your waist. "Anything you have to say, you say it in front of her."

"Fine," Dean says, irritation evident in his tone. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

That caught your attention. Dean wouldn't be here unless he thought John was in trouble. 

"So he's working overtime on a Miller time shift. He'll stumble back eventually," Sam says. You resist the urge to smack the stupid out of your boyfriend. Dean wouldn't be here because John was getting trashed in some bar.

"Dad is on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days," Dean expands his earlier statement. 

You glanced at Sam to see he understood fully now. "Excuse us, Y/N." He said. 

You gave them their space, not because you didn't know what was going on, but you needed to pack a bag for the both of you. Sam wouldn't want to go, but you didn't intend to give him a choice. You grabbed your gun as you passed by it. It went into your bag along with your silver knife, extra ammo, your flask of holy water and container of salt. After filling the rest of the space in the bags with toiletries and clothes, you followed after the brothers. 

You'd always had a light step so it didn't surprise you when they didn't hear you approach over their bickering. "You gonna come with me or not?" Dean asked.

"I'm not," Sam answered.

"Why not?"

"I swore I was done hunting for good."

You shook your head. Sammy should know you can never leave the life. Not completely. You continued to listen to their fighting as you followed them out of the building. You were trying to wait as long as possible before interrupting. They needed to work their shit out and you getting involved was only going to make things more complicated.

"I can't do this alone," Dean said.

"Yes you can," Sam argued.

"Yeah, well I don't want to."

"And you don't have to," you said stepping up behind Sam, bags in hand. "Pop the trunk, Winchester."

Dean grinned and did as you asked.