Supernatural Imagines for The Soul

The Good Ole Days

Then

It was the first day of High School. Ever since I was young and saw all my older sisters going off to high school, its been a dream to attend high school, join the cheer team and be prom queen.

Oh why did I ever think that I would shed the awkward geek I was back in middle school the moment I entered high school? No one cares if all my sisters were head cheerleaders or prom queens. Being the youngest awkward shy [Last Name] sister, didn't help my case since all my sisters did before they graduated was complain about how I always had my nose buried in a book, how ugly and awkward I was.

I was pretty much the laughing stock of my class. Well me and this other boy who was new around town. Sam Winchester was his name if I'm not wrong. He also had an older brother who was a senior and I had a bit of a crush on.

I remember the day I became friends with the Winchester boys. It was a little before Lunch period and a couple of older boys were picking on someone across the hallway from my lockers. I shifted to get a glimpse of who they were picking on, Sam was there lying on the ground as the boys kicked him around. I don't know why or where I had gotten the confidence from but I walked up to the group.

I then tapped one of them on the shoulders. He turned to face and before he could say anything to me, I punch him hard enough to give him a broken nose. I've never punched anyone in my entire life but those action films, comic books and action books finally came in handy. I punched him hard enough to break his nose but not once did I feel pain in my fist.

The moment the guy fell to the ground, the other boys with him all turned to look at me with wide eyes before scampering off in different directions. I walked closer to Sam and held out my hand to pull him. He stands up and dusts himself off. I give him a small smile,

"Hey. Are you alright?" He nodded before holding out his hand for me to shake.

"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks. What you did back there was awesome. I'm Sam." I shook his hand and let out a small giggle at the fact that he didn't recognise me.

"I know you, Sam. You're in my class. I'm [Y/N]." Recognition filted across his face.

"You're Jennifer's sister. My brother is dating her....I thought you were like her so I sort of avoided you." he says; feeling embarassed. I shake my head at him.

"Its fine. People always assume the worst of me. Would you like to join me for lunch? I tend to sit alone but if you don't mind..." I trail off and cross my fingers behind my back, hoping he'd say yes.

"Why don't you sit with Dean and me? I promise your sister won't be there. Dean never brings a girl to sit with us during lunch."

"Are you sure the notorious Dean Winchester wouldn't mind having me around?"

"Yeah I'm sure. You're practically a girl version of me." he sends a cheeky grin my way before dragging me to the cafeteria.

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Now

I wake up from the dream, drenched in sweat. I haven't dreamt about the Winchesters in years. I bring up my hand to rub my tired eyes when I realised I was crying. Even though they were only around for a term, they were the only friends I had. After they left, I dedicated all my time to studying. I got into NYU and graduated with an English and Journalism degree so now I was working in a publishing firm.

I led a pretty boring life compared to the Winchesters. They told me what they did before they left. They taught me everything I know. I could have chosen to be a hunter, but it hurt too much to think of them. I had liked Dean at first but that was because he was a pretty boy. We all know that at one point or another 15 year old girls have a thing for pretty boys. The more time I spent with Sam, the more I fell in love with him. Just when I had gained the courage to tell him how I felt; he upped and left along with his brother without a warning. Then when I changed, became more cynical and bitter towards everything and everyone.