Supernatural Imagines: Book One

It's Just That Magical

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack

Warnings: fluff, minor angst

Summary: After a salt n' burn gone wrong, the only thing that can heal you is time... and maybe Dean's cooking.

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"Would you hurry it up?" you yelled at the brothers as you ran up the stairs in an empty house.

"We're trying! The bones aren't anywhere!" Dean yelled back, rushing the search to kill the spirit.

There have been rumors of a spirit haunting this creepy house at the end of the street. Whoever moved in encountered the ghost and then move right back out. People, mostly teenagers, have gone to try and stay the night but ended up leaving in screams. It was only when someone died when they decided to stay all night that it caught yours and the brother's attention.

"Preferably before I die!" you yelled as you ran away from the ghost. Your gun was all out of rock salt, and there was no iron anywhere since the house was naked on the inside.

"We got it!" Sam yelled, taking out the lighter as Dean got the fluid and the salt. The bones were buried in the wall since someone wanted to cover up a murder. The thought their problems were over, but it only caused more for you.

Turning around, you didn't see the ghost chasing you anymore. The house was silent except for whatever noise Sam and Dean were making. The room was so freezing that you could see your breath. The ghost was near, and you didn't have anything to protect you. Something moved out of the corner of your eyes, and then you saw the ghost rushing at you with a snarl on its face.

Before you could move, the ghost pushed you over the railing, watching as you plummeted to the ground.

"Dean!!!" you screamed right before your back hit the ground. Your head mostly took the fall, and when it made contact with the ground, all that could be heard was a sickening crack. The ghost flamed up as soon as you landed, gone forever.

"Y/N!" Dean yelled, rushing over to you with his brother hot on his heels. Blood started pooling around your head, and Dean was scared to lift you in case it made the situation much worse.

"She isn't waking up!" he panicked, shaking your shoulders.

"Dean, we have to get her to the hospital," Sam rationally said. He was scared for you, but he needed to stay calm. Dean didn't answer his brother, all he could think about was you and all the things he never got to say to you.

"Dean!" the younger Winchester exclaimed, breaking the other one out of his thoughts.

"Yeah," Dean whispered before he carefully scooped you up in his arms.

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Moaning in pain, your head throbbed as you opened your eyes. As far as you can tell, you were in the hospital, but why? What happened to you that required medical attention? The room was empty, but you did see painkillers and a glass of water on the side table. Grabbing them, you downed them pretty quickly before placing the glass where you found it.

Placing your hands on the back of your head, you winced when you found the soft spot, and it made you wonder if you hit your head. But, again, from what? Before your thoughts could get away from you, the door opened and two tall men came walking in. Who were they? What did they want with you? Were they the reason you are in here?