Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #95

Imagine: You and Sam on a case where women with similar physical characteristics to you are going missing all over the town. When you're out and about, you stumble upon a woman being attacked, but you end up becoming the next victim yourself.

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     I carried the bag of groceries in my hand, pulling my car keys out of my pocket. I was trying to get back to the motel quickly and get back to work with Sam. That's when I turned my head, hearing strange noises coming from the alleyway. I furrowed my eyebrows, tossing the bag through the window and walking toward the alley on the sidewalk.

     As I got closer and closer, it started to sound more like a muffled groaning noise. I pulled out my gun, pulling the slide back and aiming it toward the ground. I waited a second before turning over to investigate.

     "Stop!" I heard a woman cry out finally. "Get off me!"

     I turned around, gazing down the alleyway. A man was holding a woman with Y/H/C up against the wall. Same as mine. I pulled my gun up, aiming at the man. He was just a normal guy. That sent chills down my spine.

     "Hey!" I yelled, getting his attention. "FBI. Don't move."

     I walked over, and I pulled the woman away, keeping my aim at the man. I took a deep breath, watching him closely. Her heels clacked on the concrete as she ran away from us.

     "Go, go," I urged her.

     The man and I glared at each other, and I grabbed my gun with both hands to keep a better aim. He smirked, lifting his arms up. He had duct tape in his hand.

     "FBI my ass," he said.

     "What the hell are you?" I questioned. "Why are you taking all those women?"

     "For fun," the guy said, and we started to circle around. "I know who you are, Y/N. You should hear the stories they tell about you in Hell."

His eyes went black, and he chuckled cruelly. I reached in my jacket for holy water slowly, knowing my gun will be useless. We continued moving around.

"I should've known," I said.

"Yeah. You really should've," the demon mocked me.

He finally growled, trying to pounce on me. I yanked out the holy water, splashing it all over him. He yelled out, his skin sizzling. I punched him, pushing him against the brick wall. I then pulled out the Enochian handcuffs.

"You're coming with me, asshat," I said.

As I put my gun in my waistband, he head-butted me, making me grunt loudly. He grasped my wrist, punching me twice. I fell on the ground, dropping the handcuffs. Blood dripped out of my nose. As I reached back in my jacket for the holy water, he grabbed my shoulder, flipping me onto my back. That's when I saw the rock in his hand.

My eyes widened, and I gasped in shock. He struck my head with the rock, making my head drop back on the concrete. He hit me again, and my vision went blurry. My ears rang so loud that I felt like I was underwater. I opened my eyes barely, seeing him knelt over me, unrolling duct tape.

He wrapped it around my wrists, knowing I couldn't fight back anymore. I grunted, trying to pull away. But it didn't work. He put another piece over my mouth, and everything that came out after was muffled. He finished off by tying my ankles together, my head was pounding.

He lifted me up, and I squirmed, trying to fight it. I yelled out, but nothing was heard. I tried swinging at him and throwing myself down, but he just held on tighter.

"Boss is gonna love you," he said.

He set me down, and I was inside the trunk of a red car. I couldn't stop him before he slammed it shut, leaving me in the darkness. I yelled more and more, screaming for anybody to let me out. I grunted, reaching up with both hands and pulling the tape off my mouth. I groaned, rolling onto my back and panting. I closed my eyes.

When I woke up, the car was moving, and there were gunshots heard outside. I lifted my head, curious as to who it could have been. I didn't hear any sirens, so it wasn't the cops. Two more gunshots went off, and the car finally screeched, swerving. I rolled around until we finally stopped.

"Hey! Hey!" I heard a man yell.

It was Sam. He had figured out I was missing. I took a relieved breath, closing my eyes again. I hit the top of the trunk again, grunting.

"Sam!" I screamed out.

"Y/N?" he said, coming closer. "Y/N?"

"Open the trunk!" I yelled.

He pulled it open, and sunlight shined down on me. I grunted, squinting. Sam pulled me up, and I realized how sore I was. I groaned out.

"Hey, it's ok, it's ok," he said, setting me on the ground. "I got you."

He cut my wrists free, and I sighed, pulling the tape off. I took deep breaths as he pulled the tape off my ankles. I pulled my legs apart, stretching them out. Sam grabbed my head, pulling it into his chest. I still felt the blood on my face from the rock and my nose. Sam rocked me gently, trying to comfort me.

"I'm so sorry," he told me, holding me tight. "You're ok. I got you."