Supernatural preferences and imagines

Sam freaking Winchester part II

Your P.O.V.
We decided that we would meet up at the morgue to check out the evidence. Dean and Sam had gotten to the morgue first and it looked like they were inside so I slipped on my FBI getup, which was a pencil skirt and blazer with a blue button up. Trust me, I usually don't wear skirts because I always want to be prepared to be in a fight, but I couldn't find my pants and ripped jeans don't exactly make you look professional. I got out of my car and adjusted the skirt again, making sure I had my fake badge in my blazer pocket. I managed to walk into the morgue without tripping on my heels. I walked up to the front desk and showed my badge to a nervous looking guy, who looked about 28 years old. Probably a newbie.
"Hi, I'm Agent Jackson," I said, flashing my badge and best smile.
He squinted his eyes at my badge, then nodded.
"Okay, well, two of your colleagues are already with the body. I assume that's what you want to see."
I smirked, knowing that this was where I could impress Sam and his brother. Most hunters went to the body first, but it was a better move to go examine the paperwork if you had the knowledge to understand it. A lot of the times whoever shows you the body had been bribed to lie or has already messed with it. Numbers don't lie. Sure enough, the paperwork showed that the bodies had all been examined by a Doctor Stutton and the before and after numbers didn't add up. The body's condition was more like a werewolf, but not exactly. A quick look on the computer there showed his past dubious record as a young doctor and how he had lived in three different places in the last two months. I gathered my research and asked the newbie to show me to where Sam and Dean where. This took me only about 20 minutes, but I still hurried to make sure I didn't miss Sam.
Sam's P.O.V.
"Wow, Sam. She ditched us."
I sighed. Y/N hadn't shown up yet and Dean was all too happy to start annoying me about it. It didn't help that the bodies didn't match what the report had said at all; they looked more like werewolf victims.
"She could just be running late. Traffic or something."
"Mm hm. For twenty minutes."
"I thought you would be happy for her not to come with your trust issues and all."
Dean had the audacity to look offended, but before he could say anything, the door opened and she walked through. She was wearing a skirt and a blue top that complimented her Y/E/C eyes and the most gorgeous smile I had ever seen.
"Hey Sam! And you must be Dean."
"How did you know? Sammy tell you about his handsome big brother."
I elbowed him but before I could interrupt him, she laughed and said,
"No, actually. I've seen a couple of your mug shots."
Dean smirked then spread his arms wide.
"And do I look better in person?"
"In that outfit, certainly not." She said scanning him up and down. "I would go with navy if I were you, but then again, I'm not, thank God."
She walked past him, patting him on the shoulder before walking towards me.
"Alright, what have you guys found?"
I held back a smile before answering.
"The bodies actually look similar to a werewolf attack, just maybe a not very strong or active one."
She glanced at the body, then went closer and examined it.
"Maybe not a strong werewolf but definitely a strong human. The marks are like a werewolves claws but the pressure isn't deep enough to actually be from a werwolf."
She placed her hand above the marks before continuing.
"Look how close together they are. A werewolf's marks should be more spread apart. That right there is about human size."
She handed me the papers she had in her hand.
"I did some quick research before coming in here and it looks like the doctor who took care of all the corpses has had a criminal past and some disagreements with colleagues on his experiments. He seems like the typical mad scientist except that he somehow got access to werewolf claws and is using them."
Dean got closer to take a look at the papers.
"You figured all that it in 20 minutes?"
She shrugged, "I haven't done a lot in the last couple years other than hunt and before that was trained to look for inconsistencies. It's what I do."
"Well, however long you've been hunting, that's impressive," I said.
She blushed and looked down at her feet.
"Thanks."
Dean spoke up, "But why would he use werewolf claws?"
She shrugged, "I don't know. A spell? Maybe a specific sacrifice?"
I set down the papers and said, "We should check out this Stutton guy.  She got an address."
Dean nodded, "Sounds good."
I looked at Y/N. She was biting her lip and looked nervous.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"Can I...come? I promise I'm a good fighter and I wouldn't get in your way."
My first instinct was to say yes, I wanted to spend more time around her, but I looked over at Dean to let him decide. It was already a risk, her knowing who and what we were- most hunters hated us for the apocalypse and wanted to put us down for it. I thought he was going to say no, but he just shrugged.
"Hey, if you're good enough of a hunter to figure this out, then you'll be fine to check out some wackos house."
She smiled. "Great! I already have the address so..." she looked at me, " see you there?"
I smiled back, "Yeah, see you there."
She walked out of the room and Dean instantly punched me.
"Ow, What was that for?" I exclaimed, clutching my arm.
"You didn't tell me she was hot."
I groaned, "Dean, don't get any ideas."
He looked at me for a while, then sighed.
"Fine, you can take her."
"W-what?" I stammered.
"Oh, please. You obviously like her."
"Whatever, just put up the body."
Dean chuckled and we both got to work putting up the body and left the morgue, driving to the house.
Your P.O.V.
I got at the house, already changed into my regular clothes. A black impala drove up and parked behind me. I turned around and raised my eyebrows.
"Nice car."
Dean gently tapped the cars hood.
"Baby's a work of art."
"1967 Chevy impala, right? If you're going for subtle, you're not doing very well."
Dean grinned, "I'm not a really subtle person."
I laughed, "Yeah, I noticed. You ready?"
I said the second part to Sam, who had crawled out of the car, his large frame making it difficult. Wow, he was a big guy. I feel like he could snap me in half easily. And Dean wasn't small either. I stopped myself before I chickened out. I might not be the strongest or the biggest, but I was smart and I had my weapons.
"Yep. You need any weapons?"
I smiled and then opened my compartment in my trunk, "No, I think I'm good."
My array of knives, guns, hand grenades, holy water, salt, and my flamethrower was enough to make any supernatural creature go running. I heard Dean let out a small "Woah" and smirked. I picked out a pair of gloves, my favorite gun, and a mixed assortment of rounds. I stuck a knife in each shoe, a small one in my hair, and one tied on my arm, hidden by my sleeve. I closed the trunk and turned to the boys.
"Alright, let's do this."