Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

hit me. (Dean X Sister!Yara)

(This is set just a few weeks after the siblings lose John to yellow eyes.)
Name: Yara
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"I'm not gonna fight you, Yara."
Dean says as he tosses his baton to the ground.
"Then, you're a coward."
He shakes his head slowly.
"Shut up, kid. I'm serious."
She scoffs under her breath.
"Hit me."
She says as she takes a few steps towards him.
"Go fuck yourself."
He looks away.
"Do it. Hit me, pussy."
She says angrily as she finally reaches him and pushes him, hard.
"Hit me. Hit me. Hit me."
She starts to yell as she shoves him, continuously.
He winces with each strike.
With one last shove, she's done trying.
"Like I said...You're a coward, Dean."
She turns around and begins to walk.
Tears brimming her eyes.
She feels a hand grip her shoulder and smiles.
Dean turns her around and punches her.
He throws her to the ground with a grunt.
She lands on her stomach, but looks up at him with a grin spread across her face.
A little blood trickles out of her mouth.
"There's the brother I know and love."
She gets up and grabs her baton.
Dean already has his clutched.
His eye twitches and he swings his baton at her.
She grabs his arm and goes under him to hit his ribs.
He groans from the impact.
She pushes him away.
They start fighting, brutally.
He's moving so fast that she can barely detect what his next move will be.
She takes her baton to his leg, and he falls to the ground.
On his way down he manages to strike Yara's back, and she crumbles beside him.
They lay next to each other, bruised and bloodied.
Their breathing, out of sync and ragged.
"This isn't right, Yara. We can't keep handling things like this. It's getting out of hand."
She smiles at her brother's morals, which she severely lacks, but looks up to.
"Dean, no offense, but this is handling it. I'd rather fight. Get the anger out that way. It's easier."
She gets up and dusts herself off, ignoring the sharp pain in her back as she moves.
"Come on, get up."
She says as she stretches her hand out to help him.
"I'm fine...I'm fine."
He lightly swats her away and helps himself up.
They walk together to a bench outside of Bobby's house, and sit down with a groan.
"Damn, you're starting to hit hard."
Yara mutters as she rubs her back with her palms.
"Sorry...I didn't-"
"No, no need to apologize. It was good, impressive. Don't be afraid to go more for the face next time."
He scoffs.
"I wasn't afraid."
"Bull. I saw you flinch."
She mutters, smiling to herself.
"This is the last time, Yara. I won't do it anymore."
"Oh would you relax? It hurt. It always hurts. This time it was just a little more aggressive-"
Dean groans.
"That's not what I mean...You know that that's not what I meant."
She looks at the gravel beneath her feet, and frowns.
"...I know what you meant. But, you can't stop."
He shifts his brows slightly.
"I can't? I am. I'm done. I-"
"No. You don't understand. You have to, because if it isn't you, I will find someone else to do it in your place. Just because you think that you're done doesn't mean that I am. You stopping won't-"
He interrupts me with a quick and low laugh.
"Yara...I can't make myself hurt you anymore. It's too painful, and I can't do it."
Dean gets up from the bench and takes a step forward, trying to walk away, but he hesitates.
"Look, kid, find a new bully if you need to...I don't care. It just can't be me anymore."
He says this boldly, and cruelly.
He doesn't bother to look over his shoulder at the young girl he was leaving, completely alone.
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(2 months later)
It only took Yara a few days to find Dean's replacement.
Matt Hill, a street fighter, they've been working together for over a month.
She pays him $200 to fuck her up once a week.
The fights that she has with Matt are different than the ones with Dean.
There are no rules, and no boundaries.
He gets to beat on her, however much he likes, and however hard he pleases.
They were almost friends in a sick and twisted way.
That night Matt takes it to the extreme, and pulls out two wooden bats.
"What's up with the bats, Babe Ruth? You wanna play ball, or something?"
Matt smiles and spits on the ground.
"Yeah..."
He says slyly.
"I'm gonna play ball with your fucking head, Yar."
She grins from ear to ear.
"Let's do it."
Yara sneers, as he tosses her a bat.
Matt charges at her with full speed, but Yara slides under his swing to avoid it completely.
He chuckles lightly at her slick movements.
"Nice...real nice."
She grins at the satisfaction in his voice.
"Don't be a baby, Matt. Give me a good lick."
Matt gives her a crooked smile and spins his bat.
"Not gonna be a problem."
He swings the bat at her and hits her ribs, hard.
They'd broken, for sure.
Yara screams in pain but gets up before she lets her knees touch the ground.
A rush of anger begins to pulse through her veins like it never had before.
She feels the blood-thirsty hunter in her awaken.
Yara runs at Matt and takes her bat to his stomach.
He screams in agony.
He uses his hands to push himself across the floor to put distance between his body and Yara's bat.
He gets up and dusts himself off.
This time, it was fucking on.
They beat the hell out of each other for about half an hour before Matt ends up getting the upper hand.
He catches Yara off guard and slams the bat into the side of her head.
She falls to the ground with a hard thud.
The dizziness starts to set in, and the roof above her starts to spin.
Her ears rang like crazy, yet she hears a bat clank onto cement ground.
The smell and taste of iron infiltrated her senses.
The side of her head felt like it was caving in.
Yara is suddenly yanked from the ground and held up by the collar of her flannel.
Before she gets a chance to react a fists comes into contact with her chin, then her eye, then her mouth.
It was like it never stopped.
Matt throws her back to the ground and holds her hands together.
He uses his other hand to press down directly onto her demolished ribs.
Yara screams at the top of her lungs and almost passes out from the pain.
"You ready to tap out, Yar?"
Matt yells over her screams.
She rips one of her hands away and taps the ground.
Matt laughs and walks away from her.
"Same time next week, right?"
He leaves, without sparring Yara a second glance.
His walk, all too familiar.
She didn't know which one hurt the worst.
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(Two hours later)
The door to Bobby's house opens with a loud creak and shuts with a crash.
Dean stands from the kitchen table and runs into the living room to see who the hell was breaking in.
Yara is standing there, wobbling back and forth slightly.
Her back is to him, but he can still tell, from her matted hair, that she's drenched in blood.
"Holy shit. Yara are you-"
Before he finishes his sentence, Yara slowly and shakily turns around to face him.
She reveals her bruised and bloodied face.
She looked absolutely unnerving, like something out of a horror movie.
There was so much blood coming from the side of her head that it was soaking up the entire front of her shirt.
"No...I'm not."
She's able to mumble before starting to fall, Dean bolts and catches her just before she hits the ground.
She lands face down into his chest, spreading blood all over his white T-shirt.
"Oh god. Yara, what did you get yourself into?"
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