Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #87

Imagine: Being Dean's daughter, but you never knew that. Your mom became so depressed when you were a kid that she didn't feel she was the right mother for you, and she left. After things became difficult for you, switching between foster homes and being alone your whole life, you turned to a life of drugs and crime as an early teen. After Dean dies, Sam answers a call from a police department saying you've been arrested, and they had a DNA test run, showing you were Dean's daughter. He decides to take you in, planning to pull you back from the lonely life you lived for so long.

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I sat in the cell of the police department, my back against the wall as I rested on the cot, arms crossed and leg bouncing rapidly. I sighed, looking around. I had been caught for possession again. I guess it was really because I was so high, I tried to rob a supermarket. Money's always tight for me.

I waited patiently for someone to come in, telling me what the DNA test was for. I took the test three days before, and I had been locked up since. I huffed, withdrawal symptoms starting to kick in again.

Suddenly, the door opened, and I lifted my head. Two guys walked in, a familiar officer, and a tall guy with long hair and a tan coat over his flannel. He looked through the bars down at me, and I pulled my hood down, hiding my face as I looked away from him.

"This her?" the man asked Officer Gates with a deep voice.

"Yep," Officer Gates sighed. "We've busted her a few times since she rolled into town. We try to take it easy on her around here, but sometimes we find her, and she's so high she can't even see straight."

I scoffed, shaking my head. I didn't understand why they were talking about me when I was right there.

"She hasn't had anything in a couple of days, so she's been having withdrawals," Gates went on. "Violent behavior, mostly. I can't let you go in there right now, but I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, Officer," the man said.

"No problem," Gates said.

He walked out the door, leaving the man looking in at me. I didn't stare back. Just sat there, staring at the grey wall and bouncing my leg up and down. I swallowed, only able to think about the drugs.

"Y/N?" the man asked, and I ignored him. "...Alright. I'm Sam. Winchester."

"Good for you," I growled, staring at the wall. "What do you want?"

"I paid your bail," he told me.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up at him through the bars. He seemed serious as he looked down at me. I scoffed again.

"Why would you do that?" I questioned. "Nobody's ever paid my bail before."

     "Well, today's your lucky day," Sam told me sarcastically. "You remember that DNA test you took?"

     "Kinda hard to forget having two cops holding me down while they jammed a needle in my arm," I returned angrily. "What does that have to do with anything?"

     "They got your results," he said, and I suddenly became curious. "And they called me...Look, this isn't gonna be easy for you to hear."

     "Tell me anyway," I ordered, uncrossing my arms and sitting up.

     "...Your dad is gone," Sam told me. "They called him after getting your results, and I answered the phone. When they told me that he had a daughter, I...I came as quick as I could."

     "If my father is dead, then who are you?" I asked.

     "Your uncle," he explained.

     "My uncle," I said under my breath chuckling. "Look, no offense, but how do you expect me to believe any of that?"

     "What do I have to lie about?" he said.

     He made a good point. I looked down, biting my tongue. It was almost too good to be true. I thought about it, wondering if he really was telling me the truth.

     "Y/N, I'm here to help you," Sam told me.

     "Little late for that," I said. "About, uh, 10 years too late. I've been alone since I was five years old. I think I can handle it now."

     "Yeah, looks like you're handling it pretty well," he said, and I looked away again. "Look, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. You're coming home with me whether you want to or not."

     "I'm not going anywhere with you," I laughed.

     "Yeah, you are," he argued. "Because if you're not with me, you're out there, getting high. Look, in order to get better, you have to want to get better."

     I shook my head, my leg bouncing again. I gulped, realizing maybe I had a chance to be better. I thought maybe I just felt that way because I was sober, but I knew it was real. I just didn't know how to feel about it.

     The door opened again, and Officer Gates walked back in. I drooped my head as he opened the cell door. He stood there, and Sam watched me as I didn't get up.

     "Y/N?" Officer Gates said.

     "Fine," I sighed, getting up. "But I want a bacon cheeseburger."

     I walked out of the cell, shoving past them as I left the cell room. I sighed, pulling my hood forward as I left the police department, Sam following behind.