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IMAGINE: You save Sam and Dean after they say that you can't fight
"DEAN!" You shout his name out, "Throw it to me!" You tell him, meaning the colt. He shakes his head no, holding the gun in front of the demon's head. "Do it." The demon demands. "DO IT!" Dean drops the revolver, making the trapped demon smile wickedly. "Didn't think you'd have the balls to do it." The demon smirks at him. A bang goes off in everyone's ears. The demon rushes out of the innocent's mouth. Everyone looks for the source of the sound, to see you holding the colt that Dean had dropped. "Can't fight eh?" You say spinning the ancient gun. "Yeah, whatever." Dean says turning away but Sam grabs his wrist. "We're sorry Y/N, looks like you can take care of yourself just fine." Sam elbows Dean to make him say sorry too. "Sorry Y/N." He mumbles looking at the ground. "It's alright boys." You say hugging both of the gigantic boys. Both of the sky scrapers hugging back.
