Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Female Winchesters

Characters: Dean x Reader, Amanda (Reader's sister), Sam

Warnings: just fluff here with a side of implied smut at the end for all you Dean girls

Summary: You and your little sister are much like the Winchesters in more ways than one.

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"Amanda! Would you hurry up? The spirit is going to end up killing more people! Who cares if your hair is perfect or not." You said, rolling your eyes. Your younger sister was a pain in the ass sometimes. You were the more chill one, being ready in .2 seconds.

"I'm coming! God, you're worse than mom, you know that?" She said, coming out in her FED suit. She was the tallest person ever, coming up to 6'. You were barely 5'7 and even though both of your parents were short, she still managed to be a tall ass motherfucker.

"Don't compare me to mom. It was bad enough she brought us into this life." You said, pulling on your jacket.

"I know. But hey, we had each other. That's all that mattered." She said with a smile.

"You're right. Now come on, I'm sure that this family needs two FBI agents on their doorsteps after their family member just died." You said, grabbing the keys to your 1967 Chevy Camaro that you just loved. Your mom owned this when she was growing up and she happened to give it to you on your 18th birthday. You were so excited since you practically spent your life drooling over this car.

You got behind the wheel and once Amanda was in, you took off, already knowing where you were going. You put in your favorite cassette tape full of your favorite songs. Amanda reached for the stereo but you swatted her hand away with a tsk.

"Nope, you know the rules, Mandy," You said, using her childhood nickname you gave her. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole."

"Come on! You're always the driver! Give me a chance!" She complained, hitting you in the arm.

"Hey! I'm trying to drive her. You can walk, if you would like to," You said with a grin, glancing at her to see her pouting. "Hey, come on, don't pout. I'll let you drive on the way back to the motel."

"Great!" She said with a smile, in a much better mood.

"You're a dork." You giggled.

"But I'm your dork." You got to the victim's house in no time, knocking on the door and waiting.

"I really think we're dealing with something much more than a spirit," Amanda said as you two waited.

"And I don't. So, we're going with my lead first and then when something else attacks us, then I'll know to listen to you." You said right when the door opened. A man, Ashton Kelly, answered and he looked horrible, pale and red-rimmed eyes as if he wasn't eating or getting enough sleep.

"Hi, sir, I'm Agent Carson and this is my partner Agent Right. We're here to ask you some questions about your wife's murder." Amanda said this part she had memorized. You both showed him your badges before putting them away quickly.

"I already talked to two of your Agents. They just left a few minutes ago." He said, sniffling. You frowned, looking at Amanda with curious eyes. The real FBI wouldn't give a rat's ass about this and you didn't know any other hunters besides Ellen Harvelle and Jody Mills but they are states away.

Plus, they would have called you if they would be taking this.

"I'm sorry, sir, this is a follow-up. I know it may seem quick but they just called me and realized they left out some very important questions. Do you mind if we come inside? We'll only take but a moment of your time." You said, trying to convince Ashton to let you in.