Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #50

     Imagine: Being a monster and Dean finding you and following you

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     I sat in the old bar, listening to the light music as I took a small sip of my drink. I was just thinking, because that's all I liked to do nowadays. Drinking helps me think straight.

     The familiar bartender walked up to me and I set my empty glass down. She took it.

     "Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?" Beck asked.

     "Uh, no, thanks Beck," I said, and she walked away.

     I knew someone was watching me, ever since they walked in. I could sense it. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the man I knew all too well. But he didn't know me, Hell, he probably didn't wanna know who I was.

     Dean Winchester. Staring at me from across the bar. I sighed, tossing cash onto the counter and heading for the doors. He obviously followed. I got down about a block away and I went down the alleyway, as usual. But this time, I waited for Dean to show up around the corner. And when he did, I grabbed him by his shirt collar and turned us both around, slamming him into the brick wall. I pulled my knife out and held it to his throat, swinging my head to knock hair out of my face. He and I stared at each other.

     "You got about ten seconds to explain why the Hell you're following me," I said.

     "Well, you're a werewolf, aren't you?" He said, not being nice about it. "See, I kill werewolves, and all these mysterious deaths in town? I'm guessing you and a few others got a little hungry."

     "I haven't killed anyone," I said. "I'm here because of the deaths. I'm trying to figure out who's doing this, maybe one of my old pack members."

     "You really expect me to believe that?" He said.

     "Notice you're still alive," I pointed out, pulling away and holding my knife tightly. "So, where's your brother, Winchester?"

     "How'd you know me?" Dean said, and I scoffed.

     "Everyone knows you and Sam," I said. "Look, I don't wanna make this difficult, and I don't work well with others. So why don't you hop in your fancy car and get back on the road, hm?"

     I started to walk away, and he followed behind.

     "Listen, lady," He said, grabbing my shoulder. "I'm not just gonna do what you say. Besides, I don't trust you, so someone's gotta stay behind and keep an eye on you."

     "And that someone is you?" I said, and I laughed. "Fine. Have it your way. I'll prove to you that I'm not like the others."

     "Right," He said as we went to my car. "You got a name?"

     "Y/N," I said, opening my driver side door. "But people call me Y/Nickname."

     I smirked before I got in my car, speeding off before he even climbed in his own.