Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #103

Imagine: After getting a strange, unexpected call from Dean Winchester, you go to meet him in Indianapolis, where he then takes you back to Lebanon, Kansas. He explains everything. (imagine #102 pt. 2)

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     I pulled off the road in the middle of nowhere, watching cars pass by on the highway. I sat in my car, listening to quiet music. Snow was falling outside. I looked down at the clock. Dean was late. I sighed, pushing on the brake and getting ready to put my car in drive. That's when headlights shined in my face, and I looked up. The Impala was here, and Dean was in the driver's seat.

     He parked next to my car, and I opened my door, getting out in the cold. I heard the engine of the Impala go quiet as his door creaked open. I stood in front of my car as he shut his door, walking over to me. We just looked at each other as he came over closer, shoving his keys in his pocket. I stood awkwardly, waiting to speak. His expression seemed unhappy. But suddenly, he brought me in for a tight hug. I grunted lightly, hesitating as I hugged him back. I sighed.

     "I'm so glad you're here," he told me.

"Yeah," I returned quietly.

     We hugged for another minute, but then he pulled away, just looking me up and down. I shuttered slightly, snow falling and catching shelter in our hair. I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking around.

     "So, you gonna tell me what this is about?" I wondered, looking back up at him.

     "Not here," he said. "It's not safe. I need you to come with me."

     "...Dean, I just drove from Rhode Island for this," I told him, scoffing. "I need more than that before we go anywhere."

     He considered it, but I didn't have any idea what kinda trouble I was in, or what kinda trouble any of us were in. Dean let out a quiet sigh.

     "There's this thing," Dean started, "a-a dude. He's threatening people close to me and Sam. We're pretty sure he's after you next."

     "A dude?" I repeated. "What, a demon?"

     "No. It's bigger than that -- than everything," he told me, leaving suspense.

     "An angel?" I kept asking, and he shook his head. "Bigger?"

     "Y/N...we can't. Not here," he said.

     "Look, Dean, whatever it is, I can handle myself," I said, turning back to my car. "Just go home, ok? I'll be fine."

     "Wait, hold on," he said, grabbing my arm. "Please."

     I turned back to him, seeing the worry on his face. He let go, and I just looked up at him. I sighed, gulping.

     "Ok. Where do we need to go?" I asked.

     We were in Lebanon, Kansas by the next day, Dean had led the way in the Impala. He took me to a big building over a hilltop, a door at the bottom. It was still snowing. We hadn't gone inside yet. I stood by the Impala, hands shoved in my pockets. I was exhausted from all the driving. Sam came outside, smiling at me. I gave him a grin, hugging him when he approached.

     "Hey, Y/N," he greeted.

     "You boys better have a good reason for dragging me across the country," I said after he pulled away.

     They brought me inside their home, introducing me to their big home. It belonged to some dudes called "the Men of Letters." I hadn't heard of them until then. We sat in their giant library, Dean brought me a mug of coffee. Sam was in the chair across from me at the end of the wooden table, Dean stood leaning against the table right next to me. They explained everything to me; how they were in a battle with God and how he was after the world and everyone Sam and Dean cared about. He was after me next. I wasn't sure at first if it was metaphoric or a joke.

     I stared down at my mug, not sure what to say. I swallowed, trying to take it in while we sat in silence. Sam finally cleared his throat.

     "Y/N, we know this is a lot to take in," Sam said gently.

     "Understatement," I huffed, and they both chuckled.

     "Welcome to our world," Dean said, and I glanced up at him. "But we don't have a lot of time. We need to find Chuck and strike him before he strikes first."

     "Look, this is...way out of my league," I shook my head, looking down again. "I mean, God? Capital G? I'm just a raggedy hunter. What makes you think I can help in a fight like this?"

     "Hey, come on," Dean said. "You're more than just a raggedy hunter. We need all hands on deck here, and...plus, we'd know you're safe."

     "You can take all the time you need," Sam said.

     "Well, I'm not gonna put the world at risk because I need time to think, Sam," I said, slightly frustrated.

     "Sam," Dean said, and the boys looked at each other. "Can you give us a sec?"

     He shrugged, getting up. As Sam walked away, Dean pulled out the chair next to me, sitting down. He faced me, and I felt his eyes on my as I sipped more of my coffee. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about all this.

     "Look, I know this is bigger and worse than anything we've all been up against," Dean said. "But we need you, Y/N. You're one of the best hunters I know...I know it hasn't been easy since Sarah."

     "Don't," I growled, blocking flashbacks.

     "I'm right and you know it," he said. "Please. You're cut out for this."

     I sighed, looking at him. He was nervous, doing his best to hide it. But I knew it, even when we were younger. I had to do this for them. And for Sarah. I took a breath.

     "Ok. What's the plan?" I asked.

     He grinned, and I smirked back. I looked back down at my coffee, just thinking.