Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Not Just You Anymore

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Warnings: Some angst, mostly fluff

Summary: You've always lived by the 'if I get hurt, I get hurt' kind of lifestyle. You always lived by that when you hunted alone but now that you hunt with other people, it's not just you anymore.

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"What the hell are you doing? Dean isn't back yet." Sam hissed at you. You three were hunting a werewolf and Dean took it upon himself to leave you and Sam at the motel room while he went and got the supplies you might need. The full moon was approaching and if Dean didn't hurry his ass back, you were going to miss the werewolf and had to come back a month later to finish the job.

Dean had all the weapons in the car but you couldn't wait around for him anymore. You knew where the werewolf would strike next and wanted to beat his ass before it was too late.

You grabbed your silver knife that you always kept in your duffel bag before sliding it in your boot. You pulled your jacket on before looking at Sam.

"I'm going to get this werewolf. I don't care if Dean isn't back yet. He's taking way too long and we need to kill this guy before the full moon is gone." You opened the motel door and walked out, heading to a car you would hotwire.

"No, we're going to wait for Dean," Sam said as he rushed to you and grabbed your arm. "The full moon isn't up yet and it takes a few hours for it to bypass it's apex so we still have enough time."

"Sam, Dean hasn't called us or anything which means he might be in late or in trouble. I need to catch this werewolf before it's too late. You can either come with me or let me do this on my own but I'm going." You shrugged out of his grip and walked to an older car, praying that it was open. Luck was on your side and you opened the car door and started to hotwire it.

"You're going to go in there naked? You don't have any weapons." Sam tried to get you to stay.

"I have my knife. I'll be fine." You shrugged and continued to work.

"God damn it." Sam muttered. You always did this sort of thing. You had that sort of 'daredevil' personality. You put yourself into dangerous situations but you didn't seem to register how dangerous it could be until you got hurt. He remembers what you told him over and over again when you went into a situation with barely any weapons.

"If I get hurt, I get hurt. There's medicine for that."

Sam loved that you were eager to kill some monsters but sometimes you were too eager. He hated that you always put yourself at risk because he loved you so damn much. He hates the thought of you getting hurt because you didn't take the necessary precautions before diving head first.

He just didn't want to lose you to something stupid because you didn't want to assess the situation first. He didn't know how to get it into your thick head but he was running out of options. He's tried almost everything to get you to stay back from something but you always found a way to sneak past him and leave.

It scared the hell out of him because he didn't know if you were going to make it back alive. Yeah, he knows he should tell you how he feels but he's scared it wouldn't make a difference. He didn't know how you felt about him and he's scared that you won't love him enough to heed the warnings.

The car starting is what brought him back from his thoughts and he looked at you as you got behind the wheel.

"Are you coming?" You said, ready to get out of here.