Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #83: Plunge Into the Fire

Imagine: There's a fire during a hunt.

Age: 16

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Solo hunting was never something she'd been fond of. She wasn't really fond of anytime she wasn't with her boys, really. It made her nervous.

So when Dean sent her on what was supposed to be a routine hunt, she was angry. But hey, it was a short hunt, a simple salt-and-burn. What could go wrong, right?

Not quite.

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She swung her iron bar at one of the ghosts, his form blowing away with a hiss of steam as she turned and swung at another, a family of four huddled beneath her feet as she struggled to protect them.

She found a break in the waves of ghosts and quietly called Dean.

"Y/n?" He answered.

"You boys might wanna get down here," She yelled, swinging the bar one handed at a ghost, "I need a little backup."

"Crap, we're on our way." Dean hung up and she dropped her phone, gripping the bar with both hands.

"Do you have any old antiques or artifacts that could be tied to these guys?" She yelled as she picked up a second iron bar and spun the two in her hands with skill, slicing through entity after entity.

"The landlord told us that a lot of people were buried here before they built the house!" The father cried, clutching his young daughter and older son closer. They were all hurt, his daughter's leg was twisted at an odd angle, and his wife's leg looked no better. His son was the worst, barely able to stay conscious as blood leaked from various cuts on his body.

"If these guys are tied to the house, I have to bring the whole house down!" She yelled, pulling her lighter from her pocket and sprinting for her duffel bag, pulling a bottle of lighter fluid from it and beginning to dump it all over the living room.

"How do we get out?" The daughter yelled, "Are we going to get out?"

"I'll get you out, I promise!" She emptied out the bottle and flicked the lighter.

She froze and made eye contact with the father, "I'm sorry about this!"

She dropped the lighter and the living room was enveloped in flame.

The ghosts began to scream in anger and agony as they tried to flee the house, unable to leave the foundation.

"Lets go!" She screamed, and the father grabbed up the son as the mother struggled to carry even herself behind him. The daughter made up the rear.

     Why did she make up the rear?

Y/n led the way through the flaming halls, the fire spread insanely fast as ghosts flew around above their heads, oblivious to the living below them as they tried to escape their fate.

Smoke filled her lungs and burned her eyes as she struggled through the halls, going slower than she wished to have been.

She busted through the front door and the cool night air was like silk on her face. Skin stained with ash, smoke clouding her lungs, she ran outside, sirens and flashing lights meeting her.

"How are the firefighters already here?" The father asked, bewildered. She saw the Impala, saw her brothers rushing toward her, and smiled.

"My family called them." She replied.

"Where's my daughter?" The mother spoke up suddenly, and she didn't even need to turn around to know, "Where's my baby?!"

"She's still inside," She turned around slowly, her voice soft as she looked up at the burning building, the flames reflecting in her eyes. Her voice grew louder as Sam and Dean's footsteps got closer, "She's still inside!"

She lunged for the door, but Dean caught her, arms wrapped about her waist as she fought him tooth and nail, trying to break from his grip and go inside.

"Dean, let me go!" She screamed, and the family she saved watched her struggle with tears in their eyes as she too, began to cry, trying desperately to break from his grip, "She's still in there! Let me go!"

"Y/n, it's too late!" Sam said loudly, and her face contorted into a sob.

"No!" She screamed, "No, please! I promised her she'd get out! I promised! She's still in there, let me go!"

Dean slowly fell to his knees, dragging her with him as she leaned forward, sobbing as her gaze fell and her fists beat the dirt.

"I promised her," She mumbled, giving a shaky breath in, ash on her cheeks, "I promised."

"I'm sorry," Dean wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, tears staining his cheeks, "I'm so sorry."

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When the firefighters pulled the small, small, charred body, neither Sam nor Dean had it in them to try and stop her as she leaped forward and raced toward it, the firefighters lowering it gently to the ground. The girl's family stayed where they were, unable to bear seeing her as they buried their faces in each other's shirts and hair and sobbed.

She skidded to her knees beside the girl, her hands shakily reaching for her before she retracted them, crying softly. Sam and Dean walked up behind her, saying nothing as tears drifted down both their cheeks.

"I should've carried her," She cried, "Why didn't I carry her?"

"I should've carried her."