DEAN WINCHESTER IMAGINES || COMPLETED

08. Home • Fluff

Synopsis : In which they found something they thought they’ll never had.

Contains : Mentions of character’s death.

  Third Person’s.

  
   

   She was beated and wounded when they found her, by the side of the road, unconcious.

  
   She, along with her family, were hunting a pack of werewolves. The hunt went smoothly at first but quickly goes south when more werewolves appeared than they thought which made the fight more bloody and chaotic. But the creatures were many, too many, for the family of hunters to handle until one by one, the hunters fell, throats slit with claw marks displayed on their skin while their clothes were soaked in both side’s blood.

     Unfortunately, Y/N was the only one to escape and survived, barely. With the wounds she carry, she run away from the scene, her legs stung that made her eyes filled with tear as she continue to put some distance between her and the chaotic scene. She eventually ran across an unknown road which is where she collapsed with a large amount of blood loss when the famous Winchester boys found and took her at the nearest hospital.

    She silently cried in joy when she woke up at a hospital, with strings hooked on her arms and bandages on her body, atleast she was safe. Yet, she was alone now. A lone hunter against the monsters that lurks in the shadows to cause destruction. She couldn’t handle that.

    “Hey.”

  She softly gasped, head quickly darting towards the sound. A man was seated beside her bed, with long brown hair framing his face, which she admitted was handsome, smile on his lips with the look on his face that shows concern. He carefully stand, and holy shit, he was tall, like tall tall.

Like tree tall, building tall— “Are you alright now? you’ve got some pretty nasty wounds there.”

   “Wh—where. . .” Her throat was dry, like she eat some sands and didn’t drink some water for fun.

     “Oh, we’re at the Midwest General Hospital. We saw you at by the side of Midwest exit lane and decided to take you here after seeing your injuries.” The unknown tall man explained, smile still gracing his lips, obviously making you feel safe.

    “We?” Y/N questioned.

  “I have a brother. He’s downstairs, getting us something to eat.” he smiled.

    “T—than—k you.” she stammered.

   He smiled, “It’s okay, we’re happy to help.”

     The door opened, then a tall man, clearly not tall as the one who’s standing beside you but the man by the door was still taller than her, entered with bags of what she assumed was foods. “Man, the line in the cafeteria was a bitch. Dude, the lady scolded me for taking her place when I was clearly there at the whole time! can you beli— oh hello there.”

     “Hi.” And for the first time before the tragic event happened, she smiled.

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  “Boys! dinner is ready!” She yelled through the hallway, loud enough for the brothers to hear even inside their rooms. She neatly placed three plates and some utensils, arranging the table when Sam walked in, taking in the smell of a home made meal, which they experienced, well, when they’re only at Jody’s.