Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

19 | Winchester!Brothers x Sister!Reader x Castiel

This one is loosely (very loosely) based around episode 9 of season 12. You are two years younger than Sam in this imagine.

This is a pretty long one! So, enjoy! ☺️

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First Blood

Nestled behind the safety of a large tree trunk, the oldest Winchester stands in his fighting position completely willing and ready to attack the next person that dared to show him any sign of immediate danger. Although he was left without any weapons, his hand to hand combat skills seemed to be holding up just fine under pressure. Despite his confidence, his heart was racing causing his torso to pant with adrenaline, while his aching muscles and tried lims began to cry in pain, throwing him a little off his game. His entire body continued to rely on his survival instinct, along with his overwhelming need to protect his little brother. Without this motivation, he wasn't sure how long he could withstand the endless running and fighting.

Laying his body back against the tree, he takes a moment to thank his lucky stars that he had decided to leave you at home. You, unlike him and Sam, were safe. You were one less thing it had to worry about, allowing him to focus on the task at hand. This way he only had one sibling to look after, causing for less distraction during his fight through the dense, endless forest.

Taking a deep breath, he sends Sam his signal; the small nod of his head and the slow movement of his right hand towards the area of interest. The sound of feet thrashing through a pile of dead leaves behind him causes his heart to stop dead. Fortunately, Sam was hidden behind another tree, that was conveniently located about ten feet to the right of where the noise was originating from. This forced Sam to take the lead for once. Something Dean unhappily couldn't argue about.

Unlike Dean, Sam held a calm demeanor. He stood tall, facing down his problems with a leveled head and clear conscience. He didn't let anything sway his judgment, nor did he give someone the chance to enable his abilities to survive. With just the pure look of determination in his eyes alone, he was able to speak volumes to each one of his attackers. He meant business; he meant to stay alive. Sighing quietly, he too took a moment to think about you. Thinking back to your previous argument, he was content with the decision of leaving you out of this one. Though they left you stewing in your own anger, you were still protected back at the bunker. Your boyfriend, Castiel was watching over you, allowing both brothers to bask in some type of victory. Sure you were pissed at them for leaving you, but you were secure and that was all that mattered.

The soldier's footsteps began to echo louder, causing Sam to spring into action. He quietly makes his way around the tree, watching the soldier carefully as he strolls forward completely unaware of Sam's presence stalking behind him. Dean stiffens in his place as his hiding spot is urevealed with the soft gasp of the soldier. However, before the man could even comprehend what was happening, Sam grabs him and locks him into a sleeper hold. The soldier struggles, but he is no match for Sam. His massive height overpowering the small private with ease and it's not long before the man slips into unconsciousness. Sam lays him gently on the forest floor, taking his gun and checking the ammunition, while Dean takes the handheld radio from the man's waistband.

"Norton, come in," a voice calls from the walkie-talkie, demanding an answer from the now passed out government soldier.

Dean looks back at Sam silently asking him if he should answer the call. Sam just nods his head, slamming the leftover magazine into the base of the gun. He then turns to scan his surroundings, checking for any more military stragglers.

"Norton, come in. Do you copy," the voice asked again. This time with a little more urgency.

Stepping away from the body, Dean led the speaker close to his lips. Without any further hesitation, Dean pressed down on the call button. First came a crisp breath, along with a pause of crackling white noise. The tension was building between the two men, even before the game was set and the cards were drawn.