Sad Supernatural Imagines

#135 Y/N - Growing Up

Y/N p.o.v:

You stared out of the impalas window, watching the trees pass by quickly. Eventually you guys made it back to the bunker and sat down to have a drink together. You were the oldest. John wasn't your father, but Mary was your mother. John wasn't her first, your dad was. She got pregnant and gave birth to you right before she met John. You were given up for adoption and was raised by a nice older couple. You got lost in thought thinking about how old you were getting. You looked back on the times after school, you'd walk home from school and ask your mom for a soda each day. Now, after each hunt, you like to treat yourself with vodka.
The next day came and off to a hunt you were. You looked out the window and watched these 2 girls riding bikes on the sidewalk. You remembered riding bikes. Now it's driving cars.
After the hunt and some time getting drunk at a bar, you went back to a different motel room and giggling and slurring your sentences. The handsome man who was kissing your neck, brought his face to yours and pressed his lips to your soft ones. You imagine what happened after that. Once you woke up, you looked at the man next to you and thought about how passionate kisses turned to just sex. You left quickly after that.
Sam and Dean were still asleep once you got back. You sighed in relief and stepped outside to smoke a blunt. You held in the smoke as you remembered how getting high meant swinging on the playground. You let it out before bringing the blunt to your lips again.
You guys went on another hunt and yet again you wanted to have another one night stand. You danced to the dirty music playing in the club you decided to go to. You grinded your ass against a cute guys front while he gave you small hickeys on your neck. You had him take you back to his place and once you did, clothes came off. You laughed softly as he pushed you a little roughly to his bed. He grabbed a condom and it made you think about how protection meant wearing a helmet.
The morning after, you left before the guy woke up and immediately scheduled a doctors appointment for next week. You wanted to make sure you didn't contact anything. You haven't gotten tested in a while. You thought to yourself while waiting for Sam to come pick you up. You sighed as you remember how the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties.
Once Sam pulled up, you got in and relaxed. You looked out the window once again and saw a girl on her dads shoulders and a mom smiling at the two of them. You smiled as you thought about how your dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and how your mom was your hero.
Days later you were in a line in the store when an argument broke out. A white man was yelling at and old black man, yelling racist slurs. You split it up and things went about normally. You shook your head as you got back in line.
"Remember when race issues were about who ran the fastest?" The cashier said as you approached her. You nodded and smiled sadly.
It was early in the morning, around 3 am and the only 'good' thing on was the news. You watched as they announced a war had broken out. War used to be only a card game.
You watched some more as they also talked about some drug addicts who had died. You turned off the TV and went to bed with the thought of as a kid, the only drug you knew was cough medicine.
"Slut!" A drunken bastard yelled out at you as you walked into the bar. You looked down at your outfit. You were wearing a pretty decent top and a tight fitting skirt that you thought made you look good.
"God, men." The female bartender said disgustedly. You nodded and took a sip of your beer.
"Wearing a skirt didn't used to make you a slut." You said. The bartender nodded in agreement before leaving.
You grunted in pain as Sam applied pressure to the claw marks in your stomach. The wendigo got you before Dean could kill it.
"H-Hey, Sam? Remember when the worst pain you ever felt when you skinned your knees?" You asked. Sam nodded with confusion as he took the first aid box from Dean so he could sew up your wounds.
"This is so much worse." You strained to say as you fought to stay conscious. You eventually passed out, but ended up waking up in your own bed. You knew you'd be fine.
It's been a couple of years now and you've stopped hunting. Your brothers also retired. You all lived together. You guys didn't need anyone else. Of course there was the occasional hunt, this being one of them. You all knew even if you stopped hunting, you wouldn't stop forever. But here you all lay: gasping for air, bleeding out, getting closer to death each second.
"We've had a good run." Dean whispered.
"I love you. I love you both." Sam said. You crawled over to Sam with all the strength you had left and let your head fall on his chest.
"Goodbye." You whispered before everything went black. Remember when goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up.