Supernatural imagines: So, Get This...

Dean's Smile

When Dean sees you he can't help but smile.

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I wiped the blood from my hands on the dirty cloth that lives in my car door. The cloth always had dried blood and car oil poisoning its originally white appearance. I proceeded to wipe my knife down, clearing it of evidence. Car lights approached my location and I sprung into gear. If other vampires see what I did here they'll never stop hunting me. Since I was standing at the trunk of my car I easily grabbed my pistol and crouched. If it is vampires at least the pistol will slow them down enough till I can get my knife out again as I slipped it into my belt out of reflex. A Chevy impala pulled up, the hum of the engine sounding harsh against the quiet night, though impressed I approached stealthily. I hurried to the boot of their car as it stopped and waited. I heard two car doors open and then close. 

"That's ridiculous it would never work," One man said approaching the trunk.  I looked around frantically looking for a way out. I considered hiding under their car but that's the dumbest idea I've ever considered. I quickly hid in the bushes nearest the trunk.

"Oh, coz your plan was so brilliant." The other sarcastically commented. They made it to the trunk and propped the false bottom open with a shotgun. Seeing their boot was full of weapons and symbols I knew they were either hunters themselves or were vampires who had stolen a car from a hunter.

I stepped out of the bushes quietly and loaded my pistol. They both froze at the sound, their spines instantly straightening. 

"Put your hands up and turn around slowly," I instructed in a bossy tone. They slowly put their hands up and exchanged a look as they turned around. The shorter one made a stance which told me he was about to try and grab a weapon. I shot the shotgun base which held the boot's false bottom open which revealed their weapons. The boot slammed with the force, almost snapping off his hands. He breathed heavily. "Where in my instructions did I tell you to try and kill me?" I asked and looked at them expectedly. They said nothing as they looked at me.  "Hunters or Vampires?" I asked. The shorter guy groaned and slapped the sides of his legs as he exaggerated his groan, theatrically putting his hands down. 

"Of course, you're a hunter." The shorter guy complained. "Why is it that when an attractive woman holding a gun shows up she's a hunter?!" He huffed and puffed like a child. I sighed as I rolled my eyes before shooting the floor close to his feet. He jumped and looked at me like I had just killed a puppy. 

"You do realise I'm still holding a gun?" I asked rhetorically. He said nothing. 

"Excuse me," The tall guy said softly. I turned to aim my pistol at him and he smiled uneasily. "Hi, we're Sam and Dean Winchester, are you a hunter?" He asked sheepishly making me groan. Of course, they're the Winchesters, nothing but trouble.  

"Yes, and since you're the Winchesters enjoy your night," I saluted with two fingers, put my pistol in its holster and started walking towards my car. 

"You're bleeding!" The tallest, Sam, announced like I hadn't noticed. The blood was trickling down my bare leg soaking my shorts as the stream of blood ran down. While fighting, a vampire threw me across the room and a sharp chair leg impaled my side. It made the vampires more hungry for me but I was determined not to die today. "You've lost a lot of blood, you shouldn't be driving," 

"Yes, mother," I sarcastically commented as I opened the driver's side door. I heard the brothers approaching, I internally groaned.