Supernatural Imagines

D.W. Getting Old

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Dean was sure to die. Tied to a stone pillar, surrounded by three vamps that wanted nothing more than to drink him dry, possibilities for survival were slim to none. Sam was nowhere in sight, Cas was MIA and Bobby, well. You know that story. Back to the imminent death that awaited Dean, a shocking discovery was made. Someone else was in the building. Hopefully it was Sam, sneaking around to behead the monsters and save the day. However, when the mystery man came out of the shadows... Not a man at all. About 5' 5" of pure, concentrated wrath was released by a small woman with electric blue hair. Cleanly decapitating all three heads with her Roman Gladius, she rushed over to help Dean with his bonds.

"I'm Iris. Yeah, that's a weird name, I know. I get that a lot. Your welcome for saving your sorry ass and don't even bother commenting on the hair, I've heard it all. Aren't you Winchesters supposed to be legendary hunters or something like that?" Iris rambled on without pausing to take a breath.

"Uh, I'm Dean. Thanks, by the way, that was FREAKING awesome! And I actually like your hair, it give you an electric look when you spin and slash. And legendary? My ass, this shit happens all the time. We are far from legendary. Have you seen Sammy?" Dean replied without missing a beat, dusting off his jacket grabbing his machete off the floor.

"Sammy? You mean the whiny moose looking fellow that is in desperate need of a haircut?"

"That would be him."

"He's unconscious. I didn't know if he was good or bad so I took the safe route, knocking him out, checking for multiple rows of teeth, holy water splash. You know the drill. I had to drag his ass all the way to that far corner were he wouldn't be sucked bone dry." Iris explained.

"Holy shit." Dean mumbled under his breath, amazed at what this small Wonder Woman could do.

"Here, follow me. I have a first aid kit and food in my truck." Iris walked off without waiting for a response.

Dean and Iris hauled the unconscious Sam to a beat up '94 GMC Sierra. Opening the compartments in the box, she pulled out a few wrapped burgers and a first aid kit. While Dean chomped away, Iris cleaned and bandaged his cuts and they had a very engaging conversation about trucks and why you exorcise demons, not yourself. (You hear the Sammy?)

By the time Sam came to, it was getting dark and the three needed to find a motel.

"Sorry about that back there by the way." Iris apologized to the giant man with an equally large headache.

"No it's cool. Uh-thanks for saving Dean and I's life. I guess we owe you one." Sam replied, Iris shaking off his offer.

"Nah, it's cool. Although, I suppose you could help a girl out and get me a motel room." Iris suggested.

"I bet we could do that. Just follow us." Sam smiled as he piled into the Impala with Dean.

In the black car, Sam and Dean discussed the topic of Iris.

"She is a good fighter. With Cas gone, Garth, we dont even know and well." Sam trailed off as he was about to mention Bobby. "Maybe we can get her to stick around. Maybe Iris can be part of our, what ever we call it. Pack, team. Whatever we are. I hate to admit is man, but we're getting a little bit slow for the job. We're getting old." Sam expressed his feelings on the topic.

"I see what you mean. And yeah, I agree with you. As much as I hate to say it." Dean mumbled the last part.

In the motel Sam and Dean explained the situation and asked her to join the 'Family Business'.

"So, what y'all are sayin is you're getting old and you need someone to cover your creaky old asses?" Iris summed up, barely holding in her enthusiasm.

"Pretty much." Dean answered, slightly taken aback.

"Sounds good. I'm crashing. See you in the morning!" Iris chimed and walked into her own adjoined room.

"I like her."