Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #128: I Think I Finally Figured Out What This Is

Imagine: the stunning ending to a trilogy I didn't even really mean to write. Werewolf!reader is running rampant in the bunker and Team Free Will 2.0 must stop her before they can't.

Age: 16

Warnings ⚠️: language, graphic depictions of blood, painful torture (unintentional but feels like torture).

A/N: I want a nickname. Like I want something you guys will call me whenever you like comment or pm me or something. I've seen people who are like Author-Chan or Mrs/Mr. Author, and stuff like that, but I don't know what I want mine to be. I think I want you guys to call me Jersey. Can you guys call me Jersey? I feel like author is too formal and I want you guys to feel close and comfortable with me. If you have other name suggestions for me please drop them in the comments and if I find one I like I may use it. That being said, enjoy!

A/N 2: I don't know why I made Jack such baby but I did so,,, he's baby

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     "Alright, we'll split into teams, it'll be easier to corner her—" Dean watched as Sam slowly emptied the vial of wolf's blood into a syringe, flicking it to release air bubbles— "Sam and Jack, and Cas and me. I don't think we have to worry about her hurting us, she never did anything to me or Sam, which leads me to believe there's still enough of the real her trapped in there to hold her back. That being said, the longer she stays like this, the less human she becomes. It may come to a point where she decides not to stick to the defensive anymore, in which case we'll have an entirely new issue on her hands. She's already the greatest hunter of all time, and that coupled with wolf instincts and power makes for one hell of a monster—" Dean cringed at his own words, cursing himself for calling her such a hated word— "She seems to have a knack for big entrances because the author is dramatic, so don't expect to just open a door and find her. Is everyone clear on what we need to do? We don't have to hurt her, we just have to immobilize her."

     The gathered men all nodded their understanding as Sam tucked the syringe into his jacket pocket and passed out a few flashlights to Cas and Jack. "She sticks to the shadows, so check those first. Let's all watch each other's backs, so she doesn't land on them like a monkey again."

     "She's gonna be okay, right?" Jack's eyes were glistening with tears as he thought of his best friend, splattered with blood and lunging for his throat. He could already imagine the sinister snarl of a grin she sported and it made him shudder.

     "She will—" Dean's gaze was determined, and his nod was steady— "She has to be. Come on, Cas, let's move."

     Cas and Dean disappeared down the hallway while Sam and Jack headed up the steps into the library, aiming for the kitchen. Their flashlights flickered to life as they peered into the dark, tan skin and fearful eyes illuminated in an eery red glow.  Sam knew better than to underestimate his little sister; he was careful to check every little nook and cranny he thought she might fit in. He didn't want to think about the fact that at any point while they were talking, the beast could've taken greater control, enough to coerce her sister to leave the bunker. Hell, for all he knew she was halfway out of the state and had already killed four more people. No, I can't think about that right now. I have to assume that she's here, for her. She'd want us to do everything we could to find her. She's fighting the blood in her. I know it.

     Meanwhile, Y/N herself was back in the boiler room, tucked into the darkest recesses of shadows and clawing angrily at her pounding head, growling softly. She shook her head because it was all painpainpain and she was hungry and she smelled bloodbloodblood and it smelled so good but nobadbadfamily and she couldn't kill because it was familyfamilylovelovelove but was wanted to so bad because she was hungryhungryhungry and she could hear and see and it was all blood. Bloodeverywheresmellsgood and it was intoxicating but she knew she needed to fight because her brain was just a beastbeastmonsteryoureabeast and she was bad because she hurtyoukilledyoureamonster but she just didn't want to stop because she needed foodfoodfoodisbloodyouneedfood. She nearly screamed as she knocked her head against the wall, the human and beast sides of her brain battling for dominance and it hurthurthurtitsallpain and she cried shutupgetoutimnotabeast but she was a beastbeastbeast.