Supernatural Imagines

Never Would Have Thought

(Sam Winchester)

Life had always been hard for you. Why wouldn't it? You had seen your parents hearts get ripped out of their chests right in front of you. That's when you had started hunting. Ellen had taken you in at your early age and shown you the ropes. You were an amazing hunter, but once you had killed the monster that killed your parents, you wanted out, maybe go to college. You tried.

Remember when your life sucked? Well you never had the best of luck. College didn't work out and you had seen Dean and Sam Winchester again for the first time in years. Since growing up with Ellen, you had got to know them quite well.

Since you had no one else, you tagged along with them after John died. You didn't really like John, but you still was saddened by his death.

One reason you had stayed around was for one person only. Sam Winchester.

You had fallen for him the way you fall of a building. Fast, hard, and once you fell, there was no going back.

Along the road you had more hardships. Sam had died, Dean had to went to hell, Lucifer walked free, you had meet an Angel, then worst of all Ellen your second mother and Jo had died. But you stayed and fought the depression. You had three facts that you knew was true.

1. You were a good hunter and you can't quit.

2. Sam Winchester will never love you.

3. Face everyday carefully and keep a clear head.

Those three rules kept you sane. You had been with the Winchesters for years now, so probably as sane as you could get. You couldn't just tell people your best friends with three angels and killed monsters everyday. Nope, you had done that once and was looked at crazy.

So when you had woken up this morning, you repeated those rules and dared not to get out of bed. Since you Sam and Dean had discovered the bunker, you had your own room and you were thankful. It wasn't that you hated sharing a room with them.....well maybe it was. You need your space.

Yawning, you sat up in bed and rubbed your face. Glancing at the alarm clock you saw the numbers flash. 3:15. No way you were getting back to sleep. Picking up some socks and slipping them on, you got out of bed and made your way to the door.

You walked down the hallway and quickly tied your hair into a side braid and made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and sitting down on the counter.

You had nothing to do, and you didn't want to bother the boys, they needed their sleep. Getting up, you quietly ran down to the work out room, or (that's what you called it), grabbing your Ipod you slipped silently and shut the door behind you. Taking off your socks and checking that you were wearing some basketball shorts and a shirt, you decided that you would do gymnastics for the next few hours. You could always stretch out more.

The boys didn't know that you love gymnastics. They thought you just had good reflexes. That wasn't the case.

Turing the music down, but still loud you turned on Paramore and stretched for four minutes before you started a routine. Putting one foot in front of the other and lifting your arms above my head, you started.

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Meanwhile Sam had gotten up, disturbed by nightmares as you did. Knowing that you were usually up he took his time making it to your room going to ask if you wanted to watch a movie.

Peering in your room and seeing you weren't there, he frowned. Sam was always very overprotected of you and you not being there worried him. See, he loved you. You were there when Jessica was gone, and he had always missed you when he went to college. Sure he had loved Jess and other girls, but the love for you was stronger. He loved the way your e/c eyes would light up when you laughed, the way your smile was contagious, the way you could read anything and didn't mind research......