Supernatural imagines: So, Get This...

Sam's Prank

Prancing Sam and him laughing since he hadn't seen you laugh in a while.

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I took a deep breath before pushing my leg off the bed, complete agony. In my last fight, the damn demon threw my down the stairs and I'm almost certain my hip is shattered. With this much pain and a hard recovery I am regretting the worse. In the hunting world, if it's broken, can't be fixed with duct tape or wastes recourses it's a gonner. I can tell by Sam's sad looks that he's thinking the same. 

A hunter that doesn't hunt is a dead man walking. It's only a matter of time. We're watching the time tick on. I sighed with tears in my eyes as I got to my feet. I tried putting pressure on my right leg but my hip gave way and I crashed into the tall set of draws. I established myself and rested my wait on the draws. Not 2 seconds passed before there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, worry riddled in his tone. 

"I'm fine, I just got my head stuck in my shirt," I lied making even me confused. I heard a slightly chuckle from the otherwise of the door before his footsteps receeded. It worries me that he believed me. I shrugged it off and started grabbing clothes to change into. I decided on some leggings and dress, comfortable and easy to put on clothing items. I don't want to make my hip any worst or I'll be kicked out for sure. I hopped on one leg towards the motel rooms small kitchen and got myself a glass of water. I sighed heavily looking out of the window. I noticed Sam getting something from the trunk of the impala and heading back to their motel room. I can't drag the Sam down, He's already missed a few cases just to stay with me while I recover. I don't think this is something I can just walk off. Sam took it the hardest when Dean was sent to hell. He forgot how to function. We started tracking some demons, trying to get answers but we always came up blank, he's started being more distant with me and it scares me that I no longer know what he's thinking. We used to always be on the same wave length but now I feel like he's a stranger.

 I took a second before slipping my feet into my shoes and hobbled outside and in a random direction. My plans was so get away before he noticed I was gone so he wouldn't be able to catch up with me but with this hip I am getting nowhere soon. I made it halfway down the street when I was in too much pain to keep going. I hobbled to the random bench close by. The motel is in the middle of nowhere. 

I sat for a moment before anger arose in me. 

"What do you want from me?!" I shouted into the crisp air. Far enough away from the motel that no one would hear me. I sighed in annoyance. Tears threatening my eyes. My whole life dedicated to hunting and killing evil, so why is God punishing me?! I've been doing the work he can't be bothered to do! I lost my train of thought when there was a slight ringing in my ears. I rubbed my ears uncomfortably. 

"Y/n," A voice called and it was the only thing I could hear. No background noise from the area or cars in the distance. I felt like someone just put headphones on me. 

"Yes?" I questioned, confused entirely. 

"I am an angel of the lord," The voice said, something completely insane but in this moment I had no questions, I just had belief. "I have been sent to heal you, it isn't your time, you will know when it is," the voice explained and the words sat heavy on my chest. I nodded in understanding. "Now rise. We need you in Illinio," The voice explained and I nodded. I know I must. 

The voice suddenly stopped and there was no longer silence, the sound of distant cars and the trees swaying in the wind. I took a second to compose myself before getting to my feet. I took a step before noticing that the pain was gone. Instant join coursing through my veins. 

I ran back to the motel, a smile stitched across my face. My speed feeling amazing. I stopped myself before I reached Sam's door. I knocked softly. 

"It's open," I heard Sam call out. I did a small giggle before opening the door and pretending to hobble. He looked upset at the sight of my limp. I took this time to make a plan and hid my smirk. I pretended to fall forward and just like Willy Wonka I rolled forward and did jazz hands when I got back to my feet. Sam clutched his heart like a heart attack was on the way. I laughed hysterically. 

"You should have seen the look on your face," I called out making him smile slightly. He let me laugh before he spoke. 

"Are you high on painkillers or something?" He asked showing a hint of concern. 

"No, you're going to think I'm crazy but you have to let me explain," I started and we took a seat as I started to explain what happened on the bench. His smile from the prank never left and it felt like the good old days when we were all happy.