Supernatural Oneshot - Let Her Go Part One

So, some of you might recall a little while ago when I raged about loosing a oneshot on tumblr to a computer glitch? Yeah, this is that one shot redone. Maybe not as good as the original, but I think you’ll like it.

I was listening to the song Let Her Go, and thinking how it reminded me of Dean. That sounds strange, but bear with me. It seemed like the kind of thing Dean would feel/act like after breaking up with a girl for her own safety. That got me thinking, and it resulted in this! This is only part one, I’ll probably continue with the story as I’m enjoying it immensely.

I sent this as an imagine to imaginethatsupernatural, but I don’t think it got thru. :P But seriously peeps, CHECK HER OUT!!

And don’t forget to click the link for the song - it’s a Supernatural edit, and it’s REALLY well done. I LOVE it. 


Reader Gender: Female
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count (aprox): 2780


Dean’s hands were tight on the steering wheel after an argument that neither man would ever recall. The tension in the silence only grew, and eventually Dean saw Sam turn on the radio. It was a good plan - in theory. He and Dean had bonded over many a song (though they’d argued over an equal number). The end of an oldie rock song played, then a commercial for a company that no one would ever call. The next song played smoothly. The tune alone tensed Dean’s muscles. He knew this song. But he allowed it to play. He’d been wrong before. He didn’t think he was, but for the sake of fairness… He was so in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice his brother tapping his foot and fingers to the beat, a smile on his face.
   ”Well you only need the light when it’s burning low…” The radio sang. But it couldn’t manage another syllable, because Dean reaches down, swiftly cutting it off with the press of a button. Sam frowns.
   ”Hey! I like that song!”
   ”Tough!” Dean replies curtly, angry at his brother. He couldn’t understand his love of the song. Didn’t it remind him of his own relationships? Of Jessica? He couldn’t tell his brother why he really hated the song, because it reminded him too much of himself - and of you.

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

You’d met Dean on a Hunt. Go figure.

You’d been tracking a witch as an undercover reporter. They’d come to interview you, and you’d assumed they were witches, or demons, or God knows what. The three of you had managed to figure out you were on the same side before you hacked them to pieces. Dean had thought you were cute from the start, but when you noticed him watching you, you convinced yourself you were crazy. Dean was so perfect, and you were so… not. Your eyes were much too round, your hips to wide, your limbs too long. Your eyes were this muddy, gross, dirty Y/E/C colour. And your hair was uncontrollable! A Y/H/C mess. You had no idea that those things never even crossed his mind. He saw how your hair sparked brilliantly in the sunlight. The deep emotions kept in check by deeper eyes. The elegance, and yet the naiveté in your walk. He looked at you sometimes, and you wanted to let yourself believe, but… You had pushed away any thought that gave yourself hope. You simply weren’t’ good enough. Then one day, Dean made a move on you.

The boys pulled into yet another terrible motel-but at least it had a shower. Sam decides it’s high time for a nap before searching for another case, and is asleep before his head hits the pillow. Dean, however, wasn’t tired, which is normal seeing as he was used to running on three, maybe four hours of sleep. Anything more was a luxury. Glad to finally have a running shower, he doesn’t hesitate to enter the bathroom and get the water running. But as his shirt is pulled off, his fingers trace your stitches and he freezes.

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home

It was right after a particularly bad fight with a demon. The demon was nothing special. Your average joe. But you’d slipped up. The details were foggy from the pain, but it had ended in Dean with a rather large gash in his side. Sam had been knocked out, so he was saved from a whole lot of pain, but he was still out when the battle was over. Meaning, you and Dean had been forced to drag him back to the car. Well, you, really. Dean had started grunting from the pain, and you’d forced him to stop. Thankfully, you were close to the car at that point, and you shoved him into the backseat in a rather uncomfortable-looking position. Against Dean’s will, you pushed him into shotgun. He was in no condition to drive.

At the motel you hadn’t the strength to move poor Sammy again. You and Dean sulk inside, where his shirt comes off for you to look at the gash. You can’t help your wandering eyes, noticing his spectacular muscles. You got the sneaking suspicion Dean knows where your eyes are, and your mind darts back to his side. You can hear yourself in your head, telling you how stupid you are for even hoping that someone like Dean could like someone like you.

Thankfully, the first aid training kicked in, and all your attention was sharp as a needle on the red mess. Before you started you gave the poor man some alcohol to dull the pain. You could see him shrinking back still as your needle darted in and out expertly. Finishing as quickly as possible, you knot and cut the black thread. “Thanks…” Dean grunts, a finger tracing your stitches. “No problem…” You mutter, but deep inside something is gnawing at you, telling you it’s your fault you even had to do it. “Dean… I’m so sorry!” You don’t understand the confused look that follows. “What do you mean?” You avoid his questioning eyes, and your hands flail as you try to explain. “If I hadn’t been such an idiot you’d never have… Sam… I just… I can’t believe I-” He’s kissing you. That’s all your mind can process. In the space of a second, Dean Winchester’s mouth goes from a concerned frown to your lips. You’d always thought, in the back of your mind where only your subconscious could see it, that Dean would be a… fiercer kisser. But he was surprisingly gentle and tentative, like he didn’t want to break you. You hadn’t even realized his hands were cupping your face until he pulled away. His forehead leaned against your own, and you could feel his breath on your cheek. You were sure he could feel yours. You stayed like this a long time, the silence comfortable, until Dean says, “It wasn’t your fault.” This time it’s you who starts the kiss, and Dean doesn’t stop you. He’s fiercer this time, more passionate.

Suddenly, you hear the motel door open and a groaning Sam. “Ugh… couldn’t you guys have-” You’d jumped out of the kiss and away from Dean, a cherry blush covering your cheeks. You haven’t looked back at Dean. You swear you can see the ghost of a smile on Sam’s face. “Uh, were you guys…” He trails off because he can infer everything he wants from your faces. A grin breaks out on his face and he laughs. “What?!” You say defensively. He just shakes his head, his body still laughing. “Finally!”

The memory that had once been a sanctuary was now bittersweet, and Dean’s hands move quickly away from the old scar. This can’t stop the flow of memories, however, as much as he might wish it could. He eventually emerges from the shower with the most painful one on his mind.

Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

It was a sunny October day. Fates had gone against you, and October 31st you had a case. You were particularly upset about this, because you were at a contact’s house. A regular house, where the kids would visit in cute costumes and say ‘Trick or Treat!’. You hadn’t told Dean that Halloween was your favourite holiday, or that you were hoping to hand out candy tonight. You weren’t exactly sure why. Maybe because you didn’t want him to force you to stay behind to give out candies while they put their lives at risk. Which was something he might do, if he thought they could handle it. That was something you couldn’t allow. But you suspected he might have guesses already.

You and Dean had been dating for a few months now, something Dean was proud of. You knew about the fates of his ex’s. You honestly couldn’t care less. It was just you and Dean. He had been a great boyfriend, aside from the occasional fight over his safety, your safety, or pie. Sam was super supportive, often taking your side. Except about your safety, which was honestly infuriating. Often you got so pissed they were too scared what revenge you might plot if they didn’t let you come. Those arguments inevitably shrunk in numbers.

The case was a shapeshifter. On Halloween. The irony was clear. On Halloween you got your first solid lead to an old warehouse. The place was spooky, and you had to scoot off a few brave teens. The three of you split up, each taking a level. You got third floor, Sam got second and Dean got first. What you didn’t know until after was that the guys had found evidence they didn’t share. Convinced the case wasn’t pressing, since there were

only animal deaths and no human ones (weirdly), so Dean talked Sam into hiding the evidence. So the three of you left the place, you under the impression it was a dead end. That night, Sam and Dean told you there was no reason that you shouldn’t hand out candy with your friend. You’d squealed with joy, arms wrapping around Dean’s neck as he held you tight, happy he could do it for you. Sam and Dean headed to a bar to unwind, and you enjoyed the rest of the day with your friend, Elizabeth. “Oh, god!” You panicked, “I don’t have a costume!” So you set off to a costume store for the last minute pickings. Not much was left, but eventually a beautiful dress stuck out like a sore thumb. It turned out to be a set for an Athena costume, with the beautiful dress, Greek style sandals and a golden wreath headdress. It was perfect! Greek mythology was your favourite.

That night, the youngest came early. You see their parents down by the street, obviously hesitant about allowing the little ones to come to your door alone. No doubt they begged and pleaded the whole way there. The first group were two girls and a boy. One girl was dressed as a fairy, obviously, and a blue one at that. The boy was a bumblebee, the cutest you could ever see. And the second girl was dressed as the one and only spider man! You grinned at them. Shy, they said nothing a moment, and spider-girl looked back at her mother. Smiling encouragingly, she gestured for her to speak. “Trick or Treat!” She said loudly, and it made you grin even more. “Wow, I love your costumes, guys!” The boy nodded fiercely. “I’m a Bumblebee! The king bumblebee!” The girl jumps up and down, trying to overshadow her brother. “Well, I’m the fairy queen!” You nod. “I’m spiderman.” The last says shyly. She looks like the middle child. You smile warmly at her. “I can see that! Well, you guys are my first trick or treaters! Did you know that?” They shake their heads. “Guess what that means!” “What?! What?!” They beg. “You guys get extra candy!” They cheer as you drop said candy into their bags. “Thank you!” They chorus several times before leaving. You wave them off and shut the door. Your friend is giggling as you turn to face her sitting on the steps. “You know you can’t always do that, right?” You sigh. “Yeah…” She examines you a moment. “You’re really good with kids.” You sigh, sitting on the steps beside her. “I love kids. I want to have some someday, but… well, you know.” She looks at you curiously. “So get out of the life. Get a good job, like you said you would. You could still have a regular life, hon.” You shake your head. “No one gets out once they’re in. Demons come after you ‘cause your vulnerable, or an old hunter contact needs you to bury a body, or…” You trail of, and a knock at the door pulls Elizabeth off the steps. Expecting a ‘Trick or Treat!’, all you hear is a thud, and all you see is Liz’s head hit the floor before a tall, black figure knocks you out.

You wake up tied to a chair with rope. Thick stuff, too. The robed man from earlier had his back to you, but his hood was down and you could see dark hair. Elizabeth was tied beside you in a chair, though still out. The guy turns before you can come up with a plan. “Ah, good, you’re up. I was afraid I’d have to do some unpleasant things.” “What do you want?!” You demand. “I want to know about Sam and Dean Winchester.” You spit in his face and grin when it lands dead center. He raises a hand with a knife in it. “You’ve just chosen the hard way, darlin’.” Slowly, the knife drags across your face, from the corner of your mouth right to your ear. It’s going to leave a bad scar, and it takes every ounce of

self control you have left not to scream. Until he takes the knife and stabs it right through your ear. That’s when the screams let loose. The pain makes everything foggy, but you can recall the boys bursting in right after you screaming, and them exorcising the demon, then cutting the rope around you. You fall into Dean’s arms. “Oh, Y/N… Y/N, you okay? Talk to me!” The frantic voice pulls at you and you nod. “I’m okay…” You mutter weakly. “The hell you are!” That’s when you passed out.

You wake up alone. Well, not totally alone. You’re in a hospital bed, and a nurse is at your side. There’s no sight of Dean or Sam anywhere. “Oh, good, you’re up!” She exclaims. “Here, try to eat this.” You try to speak, to ask where Sam and Dean are, but your mouth feels strange. A hand goes up, and you feel the bandage covering the healing scar. There are stiches - you can feel them. You shake y our head at the food. The nurse nods sadly. “Well at least take this.” She hands you a folded note. “It’s from your brothers.” At first your brain doesn’t understand. But you realize it must be the boys - you had no family. The nurse whose tag read Mary leaves you in peace to open the thing.


I’m sure you’re wondering where we are right about now. We’re far, far away, I promise you. You can’t stay with us. Trust me, you’ll be happy one day when we’re dead from a demon. Sammy thinks I’m crazy, that being on our own means you might get targeted by more demons, but you haven’t known us long enough to be able to tell ‘em much. Besides, I don’t think Crowley will send more after you - I made sure of it, and your safety. This is for the best, trust me. The more you’re around us, the bigger of a target you are, and if anything happened to you I couldn’t forgive myself. Maybe you could get out of the life. Go get a job. Find a man. Have lots of evil little munchkins. But whatever you do, don’t follow us.

Dean Winchester

Dean cringes, remembering that last note he’d left. He’d placed a hunter to watch you and had gotten a message a week about you for a month since. He was thankful he had, because the guy had stopped several demons already.

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last

Dean’s glass was empty, and he didn’t have it in him to pour another. He could only watch the bottom of his glass, and think about how you’d have told him alcohol didn’t solve problems. He could imagine you in two lives - the one with him and Sam, on the road and laughing. Curled up on the couch with a book while Dean channel surfed. The other, where you had a kid, you had a husband, you didn’t need to hunt, to kill to survive. That one kept changing, though, swimming before his eyes until he could only see himself as your man. You and him, and daughter and a son, living in the suburbs. Smiling, brining your kids to a park on a hot summer day. He shook his head. It wasn’t possible.

But dreams come slow and they go so fast

Once you have been tagged,you are suppose to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you

0: Height
I am 5’2 XD. I’m really tiny lol
1: Virgin?
XD XD XD…..of course
2: Shoe size
6 1/2 
3: Do you smoke?
Nope :) smoking scares me
4: Do you drink?
I drink apple juice ;) On special occasions I drink ginger ale
5: Do you take drugs?
Uh no. I have prescription pills. That’s
6: Age you get mistaken for
12-13 _-_
7: Have tattoos?
Nope :(
8: Want any tattoos?
YES!!!!! I want a barcode tattoo on the back of my neck! I want an anchor but I don’t know where:/ I want 9 because that is a very special number to me. And I want angel wings on my back :)
9: Got any piercings?
Ears :)
10: Want any piercings?
I either want cartilage or my belly button :) maybe a nose piercing but idk
11: Best friend?
Oh god. Um…I have a ton but on here I have Jasmine, Olivia, Kylie, Rae and I don’t know Dean-dream-imagines name sadly :(
12: Relationship status
Single and emotionally distressed by fictional characters/ celebrities
13: Biggest turn ons
Guys who are good with kids :)
14: Biggest turn offs
Guys who are cocky. Ugh I can’t stand them
15: Favorite movie
The Avengers :) or any Marvel movie. And comedy’s like The Heat!
16: I’ll love you if
You promise to be loyal,faithful, supportive, and kind to me. You have to cheer me up when I feel like crap. You have to be there for me. You have to make me giggle :)
17: Someone you miss. My brother :( sadly when he was only a week old he passed because of heart problems. Donnie :(. He was such a great person. Always humble. Victoria :( she was sunshine on a rainy day :/
18: Most traumatic experience
When I was little I witnessed a car wreck. And sadly the lady driver did not survive. My dad performed CPR, and sadly could not save her. I saw her and she had blood all over her face. I sometimes still have nightmares
19: A fact about your personality
I am very sassy and sarcastic :) but not all the time. I promise :) and I have a HORRIBLE temper sadly :/
20: What I hate most about myself
My feet. God they are horrible ughhhhhh. They are so awkward. And my smile. I hate my teeth bc they are messed up
21: What I love most about myself
My eyes :) or my legs although they get really really pale sometimes :/
22: What I want to be when I get older
No clue :/ Maybe an actress. Lawyer…Disney worker princess thing :/ what ever is in store!
23: My relationship with my sibling(s)
Decent. We have those sibling fights (sister wise) But my stepbrother is awesome bc he’s a fanboy and he just understands me lol
24: My relationship with my parent(s)
Good:) I’m improving my relationship with my dad slowly but surely lol. Me and my mom are so close thought :)
25: My idea of a perfect date
Doing something adventurous :) going to my park and playing on the playground like goofballs lol. Maybe going to the mall and cause a bit of trouble. Nothing fancy but a movie? Then dinner :)
26: My biggest pet peeves
People who ask too many questions. When people try to argue on something I know I’m right about. People who are cocky 24/7 ugh
27: A description of the girl/boy I like
Okay. He’s super super tall 6’4 I think he told me. He has big green eyes that are like fan-fic green. Um…Dark brown hair that curls up in the back a little. He’s kinda tan. But has a beauty mark on the side of his neck. He’s a senior thought *curls into ball*
28: A description of the person I dislike the most
Okay he’s also decently tall and he has black hair and he gels it back like the stupid dude he is. He has dark eyes (they match his soul) and he bullied me for 4 years and he’s so rude to me in front of my friend
29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend
To protect her. Sadly I had a terrible year last year and she confronted me about some suspicious markings. I told her I was climbing trees. Later when the suspicious markings were back I finally told her the truth :/
30: What I hate the most about work/school
People :) I don’t enjoy talking to all the people bc I’m awkward. And the work constantly piling up :(
31: What your last text message says
To my cousin Mackinzie telling her that Dylan O’Brien could have my kids don’t judge
32: What words upset me the most
Stupid. Worthless. Horrible. Fat. Ugly. The usual words
33: What words make me feel the best about myself
Beautiful. Unique. Angel. Sweetie. Bae. Amazing. Perfect :)
34: What I find attractive in women
35: What I find attractive in men
Oh god is there enough space here? When he is as adorable and cute and has a sweet personality and is nice to people and has a sense of humor and is the adorable kind of awkward and is not afraid to defend loved ones and I’m blabbering oh jeez
36: Where I would like to live
California :) or Canada for a bit. Maybe Washington state :)
37: One of my insecurities
My face :/
38: My childhood career choice
Teacher XD my oh my how time has changed
39: My favorite ice cream flavor
40: Who wish I could be
Holland Roden
41: Where I want to be right now
42: The last thing I ate
An airhead
43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately
Lawd. I can only think of casts. SPN, Teen Wolf and The Maze Runner and Hayes Grier (ps he’s only 9 days older than me)
44: A random fact about anything
You only need 10 people to start a religion
1: What would you name your future daughter?
Evangeline Renee :) or Layla, Genevieve or Eleanor :)
2: Do you miss anyone?
Tons :/
3: What if I told you that you were pretty?
I would blush like a little girl and make an awkward compliment on you.
4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?
Sadly…devastating :(((((
5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?
Sleep. My mini movie marathon this weekend
6: Did you go out or stay in last night?
Stay in of course I have no life
7: How late did you stay up last night?
12:00 am bc I was watching a British crime show. Worth it though
8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
Psh yes
9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?
I was running a mile in gym class
10: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?
Plenty of times
11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?
Um I want to think no but…
12: Have you pretended to like someone?
Yep :/ not my proudest moment
13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?
14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?
No. There’s more than one!!!!
15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?
Not hard at all :)
16: Think back five months ago, were you single?
17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?
18: Hold hands with anyone this week?
Yes. I held my cousins hand as her brother left to go back to the Marines
19: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?
No lol
20: Who did you last see in person?
My mom like six seconds ago
22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?
23: Have you ever been to Paris?
No but I want to so bad!!!!
24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?
An expert :)
25: Do you use chap stick?
26: Who did you last share a bed with?
Um… When my school friend went to D.C. I shared a bed (with a boundary line made of pillows) With her
27: Are you listening to music right now?
Not yet lol
28: What is something you currently want right now?
Dylan Sprayberry
29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?
Nope :)
30: How is your heart lately?
Decent :/.
31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?
Sometimes :)
32: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
Last Monday when I hugged a Junior becuz use of a hard time :/
33: What do people call you?
Emmy, EJ. Ems Emmy Kate. And my friend calls me b*tch and I call her jerk ;)
34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?
Plenty of times :/
35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?
36: What are you listening to right now?
James Vincent McMorrow “Look Out
37: What is wrong with you right now?
Not very much really.
38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?
Yeah it is…isn’t it? :)
39: Do you make wishes at 11:11?
Yeah lol
40: What is on your wrists right now?
The number 9 :) and a fading scar
41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?
Single :)
42: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?
I got it from my cousin:) I borrowed it but still haven’t returned it :)
43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
Nope :)
44: Have you hugged someone within the last week?
Uh huh :)
45: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?
46: What were you doing at midnight last night?
Watching “Accused” season 2 episode 2 :)
47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
Totally :(
48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?
Someone :/
49: Have you ever been to New York?
Not yet :)
50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?”
Yes I completely do :)
Okay I know I did this wrong but oh well!!!
I was tagged by @tombakeristhebestdoctor
and I tag
fandomzbitch dean-dream-imagines
official-knight-of-hell swiftdean kaz2y5-imagines deansdancing jellyfishtree philthepegacorn catesonskates dragonflies-starry-eyes our-221b greendayfangirl heartofafae cheerfully-yours. sammys-assbutt. croatoan-in-the-oven. spnfanficskatoli spnjeffersonstarships imaginethatsupernatural supernaturallywritten
Literally that’s all I’ve got :)

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Supernatural One Shot

Written based off of this ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL PERSON’S imagine - Imaginethatsupernatural 

Imagine meeting Dean for the first time on a hunt when he ends up saving you.

Reader Gender: Female (only ‘cause it’s written as if ‘you’ is a girl)


   ”Thank you, come again.” The cashier’s bored voice annoys you, and you take your bags and leave as quickly as you can. 
It’s a grey sort of day. Not rainy, but not sunny either. Glaring up at the sky as if it will change something, you swiftly turn a corner out of town. Your house is just outside the hustle and bustle of town life, on a lake and next to an abandoned cottage. Your friends think it’s weird, but you like the quiet. The dirty road beside you is not unusually quiet, but as you cross the street you notice a car parked outside the abandoned place next door. A 1967 Chevy Impala. You only know it off the top of your head because your dad was a car nerd in his prime. Trees swarm the property, so you can’t see through to the next house once you gone far enough. You shrug, figuring it was a rich couple planning on turning the old place into a summer cottage, or something to that effect. Balancing the heavy bags you pull your keys out of your pocket and unlock the creaky door. The front hallway is long, with doors to two bathrooms, the kitchen and connected living room, a laundry room and a guest bedroom. At the end are stairs to the second floor, with a bathroom and two bedrooms. At the very end of the hall, the glass door to the backyard reveals your dog, Athena, a lab, running around wildly to chase butterflies. You smile and giggle a little watching her, before moving to the kitchen to put down the plastic bags. The place is big for just you, but it’s been in your family as long as anyone can remember. 

Hearing Athena bark from the backyard, you smile and shake your head. Butterflies were her worst nightmare. She just seemed to hate them with a rage that could make the devil envious. Running to the back, you watch as your dog barks angrily towards the neighboring house. You open the door, and, taking Athena’s rein, look around wildly for the butterfly. Until you realize that that isn’t what she’s barking at. Sounds are coming from the house next door, screams and bangs and crashes. you consider bringing your dog inside and ignoring them, but that’s when you hear the gunshot. Before you can consider your options you’ve unteathered Athena’s leash and are running back to the road, around the bend, past the car and into the old house.

You haven’t been here for a while, but you can tell that there are new scratches and wall-holes. You hear more banging and crashing, and start heading toward the sound. Vauge calls come through the walls. 
   ”Dean, this way!” You think you hear. You’d forgotten how massive the place was, and start heading the direction of the voice. Crashes and bangs sound, getting closer and closer, until you’re face to face with the source.

A horrible creature stands in front of you. It’s twice your height, with horrible pale green flesh that is so tight on it’s body you can see its bones. The thing looks down at you with sinister red eyes. Its mouth opens in a menacing grin, and drool slides down sharp, yellow teeth. You’ve only time to back up one step, you haven’t even screamed yet, when a ear piercing shot rings out, and the thing’s eyes roll back into its head, dropping to the floor. Behind it stands a handsome man, gun in hand. He watches you as he puts away his gun and walks over. You look down to your dog and slowly release the leash - you hadn’t realized you had been pulling on it so hard your hands were red. Slowly you drop to your knees and wrap your arms around the animal, calming it down. Athena lets out a few barks, but when she is sure it won’t hurt her mistress, she calms. You slowly stand as the man reaches you, keeping one hand on your dog. Athena, sensing another possible threat, is again on guard, a low growl in her throat. 
   ”Uh… hi?” You say tentatively, looking from the monster’s body to the man and back again a few times. 
   ”What are you doin’ out here all alone?” He asks, a hit of concern and a hint of anger in his voice at the same time. “It’s dangerous.”
   ”I… I live next door. Athena - my dog, she was barking and…” you trail off a moment, examining the horrid body. “What was that thing?!”
   ”Wendigo.” He says curtly. “Annoying little bugger. There’s another one in town we gotta go get.” 
   ”We?” As if on cue, another man with long brown hair rounds the corner were Dean had stood. 
   ”Dean!” he calls out, running to the pair. Dean turns slightly to the other and then back. 
   ”I’m Dean. This is my brother, Sammy.” Sammy groans.
   ”Sam." He corrects, a small glare towards his brother before putting his hand out for you to shake. "Sam Winchester." You take it cautiously, your other hand holding onto Athena’s leash. 
   ”Y/N.” You tell him. “Y/N Y/L/N. Did… did a regular bullet kill that thing?” 
   ”Nah.” Dean answers. “Silver bullet.” You nod like that makes perfect sense. Then something clicks in your head.
   ”Wait… You said there was another one…?” Sam nods.
   ”Yeah, in town. They don’t usually come in pairs like this, it’s weird.”
   ”Usually… There are more of these…”
   ”Right. How many?!” 
   ”Dunno.” Dean replies. “They’re all over the world. These, and things like ‘em.”
   ”Things like them?” Dean and Sam exchange a glance.
   ”Well, monsters and demons and angels and everything?”
   ”They’re all real.” You stare at the two, wide eyed. Your first reaction is that they’re pulling your leg. A practical joke sent by one of your friends to ‘lighten you up’. But the look in their eyes when they said it… They weren’t lying. You didn’t know how you could tell, but you were sure. And it terrified the living daylights out of you. You could feel your hand with the leash shake slightly, and Athena began to nudge and warm up to your leg, sensing your fear. You gulp, in a futile attempt to stay calm.
   ”So… you guys, what? Hunt the bad stuff?” Sam chuckles, amused to a certain extent.
   ”I guess you could say that.” 
   ”So… what does this… Wendigo thing do to deserve a silver bullet in the head?” 
   ”Wendigos are canibals. They eat people.” Dean said it so matter-of-factly that it frightened you. 
   ”So, all the killings in town lately, were they from…” You look down at the body.
   ”Yeah.” You squeeze your eyes tight, and take a deep breath.
   ”Then you could use some help.” Sam panicked a moment.
   ”No, you-“
   ”Don’t try to tell me I don’t have to, that you’ve got it, that I could get hurt, or any other BS. These things killed my sister, and I will rest easier knowing they’re gone. There is no way in hell that I’m not going.”
   ”Y/N, this is some pretty gruesome stuff. You aren’t scared?” Dean said, almost mockingly, trying to get you to go home. You can only assume they thing you’re younger than you are.
   ”I can tell it’s gruesome! And yeah, I’m terrified! But I’m not gonna let my sister’s killer destroy anyone else’s life!” Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Dean spoke first.
   ”Alright. Meet us out front at nine tomorrow.” You nod solemnly and, pulling Athena behind you, start to walk away.
   ”Hey!” Sam calls. You turn your head as you stop.
   ”What’s your dog’s name?”

You’ve developed a slight headache from that adventure, and start to head inside until you hear voices. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stop a moment, crouching close to the ground and petting Athena.
   ”Dude, what was that about?” Sam says, upset.
   ”This is dangerous! She could get really hurt!”
   ”Dude, it was her sister! If you died for good I would be after whatever killed you!” 
   ”Me too, but we’re hunters! She’s just a normal girl. What happens if she dies?” 
   ”Sammy, we can’t stop her. Now she knows, she’ll be going after it with or without us.”
   ”You can’t know that.”
   ”Anyone brave like that would do it. You would. I would. Bobby would. She would. I’d rather she come with us, wouldn’t you?” Sam grumbles more, but says nothing. You hear their car doors slam as you get to your feet. 
   ”Come on Athena. Lets get some rest. Big day tomorrow.” 


"Sammy, is it (Y/N)?? Well give me the damn phone then!"

  • I finished the Skimmons one-shot I was writng
  • I still need a beta for said one-shot
  • I’m writing two au’s at the moment
  • One featuring the Avengers
  • The other featuring the AoS team
  • I started watching Supernatural
  • I now want to cry every time some says Sam, Dean or Cas. Which sucks since my sister is named Sam
  • I have a new favorite blog and it is imaginethatsupernatural
  • Follow imaginethatsupernatural
  • Ask imaginethatsupernatural if you can join the family (She will say yes)
  • Call imaginethatsupernatural Mama T and accept Crowley as your dad
Supernatural One Shot

Based off an imagine from imaginethatsupernatural on Tumblr. CHECK HER OUT! SHE IS AWESOME!!

Original Imagine:

Imagine Sam seeing you after a while of you being gone and he’s happy until he realizes you’re a demon.


Sam has had a bad, bad day. Finally finishing a witch hunt, Sam returns to the motel covered in scrapes, bruises and cuts. Dean had dropped him off and gone to a bar to drink away his pain. He wasn’t as badly beat as Sam was, because Sam had been the bait. The witch they were after had a thing for him, so Sam persuaded him to bring him home, where he made sure Dean could get into the house. A witch’s wrath is no joking matter.

Tentatively, Sam pulls off his shirt, examining his wounds. He sighs, finding one place in need of stitches. Dropping the bloody shirt on the couch, he found the kit and took a seat. Inhaling sharply as the needle went in the first time, he patched himself up as quick as possible. A small relief that the worst is over, he decides on taking a shower-which he desperately needs. He was just standing in the middle of the room wondering what to do next when there’s a knock at the door. It wouldn’t be Dean, he wouldn’t knock - just mess with his keys and come in drunk. Well, he had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol. Sam could only imagine it was from years of abuse of the stuff. He grabbed a silver pistol from the table and pressed it against the back of his thigh as he opened the door a crack. What he saw overwhelmed him. 

It was Y/N! The girl of his dreams, kidnapped by demons, had miraculously appeared at his door. He had Y/N in a bear hug before she could get a word in edgewise. 
"Where have you been?! How did you get out? Are you okay? I…" He rambled on. Y/N gives him a smile, and a bright, white-toothed one returns it. "I’m so glad you’re okay…" Suddenly, the happy-go-lucky grin was replaced by a frightening one, and Y/N’s eyes turned bitch black.
"Hello Sammy. Remember me?" The happiness melted into pure horror, his features screwing up in pain. "Nah, you probably wouldn’t. I’m nobody special. But we met up a little while back. Man, you’re good at exorcising demons! Quite the crick in the neck after that little encounter." Unthinking, Sam raises the gun he had on him to the head of Y/N. The demon inside her body laughs, and Sam’s arm wavers, remembering all those times Y/N would laugh along with him. "We both know you’d never do that, Sammy! Who do ya think you’re kindin’?" Sam’s arm wavers, and slowly the arm falls. He couldn’t. He drops his head, knowing what he has to do. There’s no other choice where Y/N could get out alive. 
"Exorcizamus te, Omnis Immundus Spiritus, Omnis Satanica Potestas, Omnis Incursio Infernalis Adversarii, Omnis Congregatio et Secta Diabolica, Ergo Draco Maledicte, Ut Ecclesiam Tuam Secura, Tibi Facias Libertate Servire, Te Rogamus, Audi Nos!" He chants, and at first the demon runs towards him in an attempt to make him falter, but his voice rings loud and clear. Partway through the incantation takes effect, and Y/N’s head is thrown back, her arms spread as black smoke escapes through her mouth. Y/N drops to the floor, but is only there a moment before she’s in Sam’s arms. 
"Please… please, Y/N… come back to me… no, come back to me…" He mutters, tears falling over his cheeks as he rocks Y/N back and forth. He begins to give up hope, until…
"Sam?" Y/N says weakly, her eyes fluttering open. He hadn’t even realized his eyes were closed. They burst open, and are full of happy disbelief. Not wasting breath on more words, he pulls Y/N into a bear hug, which she happily reciprocates. Just as they leave their hug, the door opens wide and Dean walks in.
"Woah…" He says, looking around. It’s a little bit of a mess. "Y/N?!" He exclaims, seeing the two on the floor. "What did I miss?!" And, despite everything, Y/N can’t help but chuckle.










AND I’d like to point out one other blog too. 

This girl is an amazing person at such a young age already. Thank you.

I was tagged by the awesome bradburythequeen and I chose one of the sets of questions she answered.

rule 1: always post the rules.

rule 2: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones.

rule 3: tag 11 people and link them to the post.

rule 4: actually tell them you tagged them.

Holly’s+Anne’s questions:

  1. What is your favorite superhero and why? Hmmm…tough call. If we are talking Marvel, and not just general superheros, I’d have to say Black Widow, because she is this bad ass woman who can do anything just as good (if not so much better) a man. Also, because despite the red in her ledger, she tries to do the right thing. And did I mention how bad ass she is? Dang, I wanna be like her.
  2. If you could describe yourself using one song what would it be? Who I Am by Jessica Andrews, it’s really scary how much I relate to it, omg.
  3. What is your favorite band? Pentatonix (are they a band? Idk, they are a group I like) and Everlife (I can’t decide between them)
  4. Who is your favorite male character of all time? Of all time? Geez, I’m terrible at picking faves of stuff. I really like Castiel (and not just cuz he’s handsome, but it doesn’t hurtbecause he always wants to help people. Even when he was doing bad things, deep down he had good intentions. He cares so much, and I love that about him. He’s also strong and courageous and brave. I could go on and on.
  5. Female? Again, tough one. I really like Charlie Bradbury for many reasons, but it’s tied with her, Donna Noble, and Kim Possible (wow, do I have a thing for gingers like the Doctor does?) Anyways, Charlie is this fangirl genius that is all in all awesome, Donna was the most important woman in the universe, despite  feeling like she wasn’t special or important in any way, and Kim was this girl who showed that you can do anything, and that anything is possible. They are all really great and strong characters that I really look up to (and they all happen to be gingers, but that’s be sides the point.)
  6. What would you do if you woke up and there was a bear standing over you? Other than scream… Probably freeze in terror and hide under my sheets, hoping to Chuck that it’s just a dream.
  7. What do you think your mutant power would be based on your personality? I’d like to think i’d have these really cool wings that are similar to an angel’s wings, cuz all I ever want is for people to be happy in their lives, but idk.
  8. If you were a sports team what would your colors be? White and sky blue
  9. What would your mascot be? can it be an angel? or does that not count? if not, then maybe a butterfly? 
  10. If you wrote a book and used a pseudonym what would it be? I’m terrible with making up names, but I think it would be Melody. Idk about a last name. I might just go by Melody.
  11. If you were a criminal what would your street name be? Um, maybe the she-hulk? Idk, I don’t get angry that easily, but when i do blow up, it’s bad, so maybe that? Idk.

My questions:

  1. Favorite book of all time?
  2. Least favorite book you have ever read (and can you explain what it was about it that you didn’t like?)
  3. Your childhood hero
  4. Current song you are obsessed about
  5. Favorite actor or actress
  6. The ability to fly or breathe underwater?
  7. Current TV show you are obsessed about
  8. Your most favorite memory ever
  9. 3 things you like best about yourself
  10. If you had one wish, what would you wish for?
  11. Why did you join Tumblr? Are you glad you did?

Sorry if these are kinda basic and generic, I stink at making up questions.

tagging: (and if you don’t want to, you don’t have to) imaginethatsupernatural | gryffmick | liveinthewrongdecade | mini-pond | mishanarry | super-natural-imagines | chocolateeyes24 | idonthaveyourangst | disashockinglarious | soniccscrewdriver | fuglypies 

But hey, if anyone else wants to do it, they can. It was reeeeaaally hard for me to pick just 11 people.