Supernatural Imagines

Leaving PART 2/TFW 2.0 (Jack)

You being gone took a different tole on each of the boys. Dean tried to turn his sadness into Anger, so he was constantly looking for a fight with anymore, monster or friend. Sam tried to Barry himself in hunts and jobs, trying to forget that you were gone. Cas rarely ever showed up anymore, often spending his time in the movie theaters watching random movies, imagining you there next to him.

But Jack was the worst.

He didn't want to do much. A while ago he would of been overjoyed when Sam asked him to go on a hunt, but now he always said no. He Barred himself in books and TV, but whenever he saw a girl with H/C hair and E/C eyes, he couldn't help but think of you.

Meanwhile,

"Will you go away?" I shouted at Hanzel as he whistled to himself.

He was always here. Well, except for when I slept because that's creepy. But he was always around to annoy me while I worked.

"Oh come on. Any new leads?" He asked.

"One new one. Two people dead in the same town, one woman survives an attack. I think we need to go interview her." I mumbled the last part to myself.

Hanzel had become my partner on this project. We weren't friends, more like acquaintances, but he saved my ass a few too many times.

As I was packing my things, I heard a rumble of a car. A familiar rumble. I cautiously approached the window and peaked out, noticing the 67 Chevy Impala right outside my window.

Three car doors slammed and I watched as each boy left the car. Sam looked determined and tense, like he was ready for anything. Dean looked a little in pain, wincing every time he moved his back the wrong way, and I took notice in his fucked up knuckles. When I looked at Jack, it made me go still in shock. He had bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days, his hair was a mess, like he played with it a lot and didn't brush it at all. His clothes were wrinkled and didn't match and he looked on the verge of tears.

"Get your shit and let's get out of here before they see us." Hanzel ordered.

Hesitantly, I let the curtain drop and continued to pack my things. After I was finished, I looked out the window again to see the boys gone, but Car still there. I huffed and put my hair in a bun, before pulling my hood up and rushing to the car. I threw my stuff in the back before driving over to the office. I kept my head down as I entered the small building, instantly checking out. The lady sent me a fake smile before I left, which I answered with a role of my eyes.

And I was on the road again.

It comforted me, knowing that the boys were less than a mile from me, and now I'm uneasy again with them getting further and further away.

But that didn't matter.

The next day I was in Washington and interviewing a woman who had survived the attack. Then it was back to work at the hotel.

Meanwhile...

Sam's knuckles hit the wood door and few times hard, to make sure it was loud enough. A few seconds later, the door opened half a foot to reveal a woman.

"What?" She asked harshly.

"Hello ma'am. I'm Agent Garrison and these are my partners Agent Paige and Luther. We wanted to ask you a few questions about your attack." Dean smiled, flashing her his badge.

"I already talked to the FBI." She stated.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, a young girl and a guy, yesterday." She informed.

"Did the girl happen to look like this?" Sam held up his phone, which showed a picture of you.

"Yeah that's her. She kept asking weird questions about the guy who attacked me." She mumbled as Sam put his phone away.

"What kind of questions?" Dean asked.

"Something about Black eyes and what he looked like." She shrugged.

"Thank you for your time." Sam smiled and the three males walked away.

"This is the third town we've followed that Y/N's already been in." Sam said as they climbed into the car.

"Obviously." Dean said sarcastically.

"And everytime the victims say that she asked about black eyes." Sam added.

"I know Sammy. But what can we do about it?" Dean asked.

"Find her, ask her what she's doing." Sam said.

Jack perked up at the thought of seeing you again.

"The woman said Y/N showed up yesterday, she could be long gone by now." Dean shook his head.

Jack's hopes were instantly shot down.

"It's worth a try." Sam huffed.

And so they went on a journey. They searched every hotel in that town until they came across a beat up one that looked perfect for a hunter.

"Excuse me." Sam approached the front desk, which had a middle aged man behind it.

"This girl didn't happen to walk in did she?" Dean showed him a photo of you.

"Yeah her and her boyfriend came in for a room yesterday." The man nodded.

"Boyfriend?" Jack questioned, sadness and dreading filling his body.

"Yeah. At least I think he was, she only wanted one bed." The man shrugged.

"Can you tell us which room that is?" Sam asked.

"104." The man said without a care.

Sam thanked him as the three males left the room, walking down halls left and right to find the room. When they did find it, they heard distant yelling from inside, one voice was obviously Y/N's and the other was male.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW THEY WERE GONNA FOLLOW ME?" I shouted at Hanzel.

"THEY'VE BEEN FOLLOWING FOR 3 WHOLE TOWNS Y/N! GET THEM OFF YOUR TAIL!" He shouted back.

"I CAN'T HELP IT!" I shouted right back at him.

"WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONE FREAKING HOUR?! YOU'RE THERE WHEN I FALL ASLEEP, YOU'RE THERE WHEN I WAKE UP! YOU'RE ALWAYS HERE! COULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!?" I screamed loud and clear.

He grew silent and with a snap of his fingers, he was gone. I let out a small huff as I sat on the bed. My head was throbbing and I realized I would need aspirin to make it go away.

A sudden knock rang through the hotel room. Must be security to tell me to keep it down. I marched over to the door and swung it open.

"Sorry about the noise, me and my boyfriend got in a bit of an arguement and -"

"Y/N?"