Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Special Kind of Man

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel

Warnings: fluff, crack

Summary: While on a hunt, you get hit with a potion that makes you de-age... mentally. Sam just isn't ready for this level of responsibility.

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"No! Get away!" the witch yelled, grabbing whatever potion was near her. Without actually looking at what she grabbed, she started throwing handfuls at you and the brothers.

"Watch it!" you yelled, dodging her attempts to get you. Raising your gun, you aimed it at her heart. Whatever chance you get, you couldn't waste it. Pulling the trigger, she moved just in time for it to graze her shoulder.

"You bitch!" she yelled before grabbing another potion. She threw a big handful at you, hitting you square in the face. Dropping your gun, you started to couch as the mixture got into your mouth. Damn it, it tasted like coconut, and you hated that fruit.

"Dean!" Sam yelled for his brother, tossing him his gun. Doing a badass move, he dropped to the ground, sliding on his knees as he caught his gun. Without skipping a beat, he aimed the gun at her heart before pulling the trigger. The witch coughed up some blood before dropping to the ground.

"Y/N!" Sam said as he rushed to you.

"I'm okay," you coughed as you stood up on shaky legs.

"Do you know what she hit you with?"

"No, she didn't say any words, just threw it at me."

"We can figure it out later," Sam said as he let you use him for support as him and his brother left the house. Getting into the car, you groaned at the massive headache you suddenly got.

"Hang in there, Y/N," Dean said as he started the car.

"I don't feel so good," you said before slumping against the backseat as the darkness took over your body.

"Y/N!" Sam yelled, and that was the last thing you heard; your boyfriend's voice.

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"Hey, you're up," Sam said with a smile when you opened your eyes.

"Sammy?" you asked, using a nickname you thought you'd never use. Sam can recall the many times you've told him that Sammy didn't fit him at all.

"Yeah, you okay?" he asked.

"My head hurts."

"You want some medicine?"

"No! I want my teddy bear," you whined. The younger brother stared at you with a confused look before getting out of his seat.

"Y/N are you sure you're okay?"

"No!" you started to cry like a child, frustrated about many things. One, your head still hurt, two, you didn't have your teddy bear with you, and three, it was very hot in this room.

"Hey, calm down. I'll get your teddy bear," he said, making you stifle your crying. After getting up, he rushed out of the room to go find his brother.

"Dean!" he yelled, finding him and the angel in the library.

"What happened? Is she up?"

"We got a problem," Sam sighed.

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"It seems as if the witch put a de-aging spell when she threw the potion at her," the angel said after he checked you. "However, it de-aged her mind. She's still in her 32-year-old body, but mentally, she's 4."