Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #123: What Is My World Without You?

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Imagine: the reader and her brothers are sent to an alternate universe and meet the alternate Sam and Dean, but the difference is that the alternate universe reader died a long time ago, and the normal Sam and Dean get to see how different their lives would be without her.

Age: 16

I am probably going to have trouble describing the landscape of the alternate universe cause I struggle to describe landscapes without them sounding like mundane exact descriptions from a Wikipedia page but if you wanna know it's the same alternate world from the show, just with a Sam and Dean running the boot camp thing instead of flat cap Bobby lmao

A/N 1: I'm probably gonna do another version of this chapter later except it will be Sam and Dean's alternate forms who died and we'll have a badass survivor reader running the camp by herself and she's gonna be like missing an eye or some cool shit

A/N 2: Also yo Mary don't exist in this cause I hate her don't @ me

A/N 3: so what this chapter basically will be is a series of scenes in which we directly see what the effect of not having a reader has on Sam and Dean, I'm probably not gonna do a bunch of fillers in which they like actually do productive plotbuilding things lol

Also this imagine is dedicated to VXLFLGH_707

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When Sam and Dean first told me that there was an alternate version of our universe that existed out there, I'm not entirely sure what I expected. I guess I believed it more to be a replica of our world and everything within it, and that only the people on it would be different. I thought that the Eiffel Tower would still be the Eiffel Tower, but Lady Gaga would be the name of a pro wrestler instead of a singer and Larry the Cable Guy would somehow be the president.

Instead, everything was just piles of ash. When Jack came back from the alternate universe and told us all about the war between the archangels and the post-apocalyptic nightmare and the apparent Sam and Dean that ran the survivor camp he found his way into, I expected less than I received. I should've been more prepared to be honest.

We were supposed to go to this camp Jack spoke of, apparently there was some ass that needed saving, but when we jumped through the portal, I ended up surprising myself. But I guess in my defense, Jack had only been home a few hours before we had packed our things and we were hopping through that portal again, and we didn't get the chance to learn much about what exactly we were jumping into.

It kind of felt like the world forgot what color was. The sky was constantly gray unless it was black, and not a single star glittered in the night nor did a sun shine during the day. A blanket of unbroken cloud covered whatever it was that hid behind the atmosphere, stretching as far as the eye could see. The trees felt monochrome and the water was perpetual. No wind shook the gray branches or shifted the gray dirt. Dunes of ash as tall as buildings molded the earth into a frozen sea with rising and dipping waves, and gargantuan spikes rose from the ground with the idea that they were fingers that led to a hand far beneath the surface of the earth, waiting for the moment when an unsuspecting figure, be them of any shape or kind, found itself sitting within its palm. It was like nothing ever moved.