Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #112: Three Things Scenes (Pt. 1)

Imagine: Imma piss so many of y'all off with these three things lol 😂. Also these ended up being so long that I'm going to have to release them as more than one chapter to avoid another like three hundred page chapter.

The age is pretty much 16 in each one.

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Scene 1: Hello new world, James, death to broccoli

"Boys! Come get your dinner before it gets cold!" I called, cupping my hand over my mouth and practically screaming down the halls of the bunker, a bowl filled with mashed potatoes in my free hand.

Eventually I heard quick footsteps start up down the hall as I set the pork I'd made on the table and went to retrieve the broccoli I'd thrown in the microwave. I rolled my eyes to myself as I heard the muffled grunts of Sam and Dean fighting to be the first one into the kitchen. It was the same thing that happened every time I cooked.

Both brothers barreled into the room just as I took the bowl of broccoli from the microwave, and as they pushed each other in their haste to be the first to reach the table, Sam shoved Dean who in turn fell into me, knocking the bowl out of my hands. It was like I was watching in slow motion as my beloved broccoli fell to the floor with a loud clang and spilled out everywhere.

"No!" I screamed dramatically, dropping to my knees beside the fallen greens and throwing my hands in the air while Sam and Dean looked on with horrified expressions, Sam even nice enough to throw a hand over his mouth and pretend to share my pain silently, "You monster! Look what you've done! Death to broccoli! For shame! The poor, beautiful greens! My delicious mini trees!"

"Shit. Look what you did, Dean." Sam chided, gesturing to the vegetables on the ground. Dean looked horrified, as he should've been, and I found great joy in seeing the controlled terror on his face as I slowly stood and turned to him.

"Dean. James. Winchester."

"That's totally not my middle name."

"I don't care," I retorted, a bite to my voice that made him flinch, "you killed my broccoli."

"Please don't hurt me." He pleaded in a small voice, holding his hands out to me desperately.

Sam was fighting tears of laughter as I smiled suddenly, my voice as cheerful as it had been before my deliciously green dinner was brutally murdered before my eyes. "I'm not gonna hurt you, silly. I'm gonna make you watch 'Hello New World' with me instead, cause I know how much you hate it."

"You're the worst."

"Alright, children," Sam broke into the conversation before Dean and I could lunge for each other and break into an all out wrestling match amongst my fallen broccoli, "let's go eat now."

"Don't think I'll forget what you've done, you monster." I pointed an accusing finger at Dean, and he swallowed visibly.

"Sam, is it normal for me to be afraid of her?"