Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #81: Wolves

Imagine: I don't really have a description for this chapter so just read I suppose.

Age: 16

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    "Y/n! Dean! There they are!" Sam gestured wildly to the two werewolves just as they perked up and noticed the Winchester trio. They didn't hesitate to turn tail and flee through the warehouse.

     "Let's go! They probably have the sheriff's daughter back here somewhere!" I screamed, taking off after them with Sam and Dean close in tow.

     I kept good time behind the wolves as they leaped over fallen shelves and skidded around corners, but I felt a bit of anxiousness enter my bloodstream as they passed through a large bay door and one of them reached and smacked a button on the wall, causing the door to begin to slide closed. If it did, we wouldn't be able to get through and the sheriff's daughter would die.

     "Y/n! We won't make it!" Dean yelled somewhere behind me. My eyebrows furrowed and I pushed myself to move faster, boots thudding the floor as the door came closer to the ground.

      "I will!"

     "Y/n, no, slow down!" Sam screamed, but I didn't listen.

     The door had now lowered past my height, but I was almost there.

     Sam and Dean's frantic yells were the last things I heard before I slid on my rear gracefully, barely passing beneath the door just as it slammed to the ground. Sam and Dean beat their fists against the metal as I popped back to my feet and took off once more, the wolves back in my sights. They didn't know I'd made it past the door, so I slowed and quieted my footsteps, my boots silent despite the concrete floors.

     I rounded a few more corners following them before they disappeared into an office room, the door shutting tightly behind them.

    I crept up to the window and peered in, my eyes widening.

     The sheriff's daughter sat, blindfolded and tied to a chair, while the wolves stood over her, claws and teeth bared. I knew I had to act fast.

     Stepping away from the window, I crouched behind a shelf, out of sight, and grabbed a cedar block from the ground nearby.

     I gauged my distance before launching the block at the window and ducking behind the shelf. The sound of the window was deafening, echoed by the sheriff's daughter screaming as it shattered and both wolves jumped, watching the cedar block plop to the ground before them. They stared at it dumbly, and through a crevice in the shelves I saw my chance.

     I pounced forward and vaulted through the window, slicing my hand as I boosted myself into the room, silver knife drawn.

     Both wolves snarled at me as I stood before them, and I gave them a challenging sneer in return, nose scrunched. The male charged and I slipped him, propelling him headfirst through the other window before turning to the female.

     She growled and jumped forward before jerking back, taunting me. I gave a few warning swings of my knife. Eventually she got tired of waiting and charged.

     I spun, like a bullfighter and his bull, and grabbed the back of her shirt as she stumbled past me, pulling her to me and plunging the silver knife deep into her gut, hearing it sizzle and burn inside her as she gave a gargled, choked cough and dropped to her knees, claws retracted and teeth once more blunt. I yanked the knife from her body and flicked the blood from it as the male climbed back in the window, cuts littering his face and a shard of glass sticking out of his arm as he took in sight of his fallen comrade.