Supernatural Imagines

Hometown Hunt, Part 2

Imagine Recap: You and Sam have been dating for five years. On the way back from a hunt, you run into someone you never thought you'd see again.

You and Sam walked back into the bar, expecting to see Dean and Jake fighting. Imagine your surprise to find them playing pool over in the corner, like civilized men. They saw you come back into the bar and walked over to you and Sam. Jake tried to put his arms around you, but you held up your hands and quickly stepped out of his reach. "Jake, stop. I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but for now, keep your hands off," you ordered.

"Where are you staying?" Jake asked.

"One of the motels out of town, you remember how we used to do things, Jake," you admonished.

"Well, you might as well come home with me tonight, since you are still technically my wife," he growled, shooting Sam a challenging look. You put one hand on Sam's chest, one on his cheek, locked eyes with him and assured him that you would be okay. You then informed Jake that you wanted time alone to talk to him, figure out how this could've happened. Also, that no matter what, you would not be sleeping with him, wife or not.

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"Really? You're running around with the Winchesters?" he snarled. "They are nothing but trouble and you know they're going to get you killed one day! Besides, I heard they found the demon tablet and are trying to figure out how to permanently close the Gates of Hell. That could prove dangerous. You wouldn't know anything about its location, would you?"

"I thought we were going to talk about you, Jake, so why do you care about some stupid artifact that may or may not exist? What I want to know is, how you are alive again? You died in my arms, Jake. I gave you a hunter's funeral," you replied.

"Well, obviously, it didn't take, sweetheart, because here I am. Now answer my question: how long have you been working with them, and what about that tablet?" he demanded.

"DON'T call me 'sweetheart'!" you snapped. "I've been working with them ever since I lost you, so about seven years now. Sam and I have been together for the past five years," you blushed.

Seeing the blush on your face, "So you two are pretty attached, hmm?" he asked.

"Yes......?" you answered, alarms starting to go off in your head.

"And he would come to your rescue, no matter what, right?" he inquired.

"Why are you asking me this, Jake?" you asked him, fear creeping into your voice.

"You asked how I'm able to be alive right now?" you nodded slowly in response to his question. He looked directly at you and his eyes flashed black.

You gasped. "What the hell?!? Who are you and what have you done with Jake?" you demanded.

"Oh, you're cute. This is all me, just better and stronger. My superiors have been patiently waiting a long time for this, setting you up as bait for the Winchesters. Sam will come running for you, and we all know that Dean will be close behind. We'll get rid of the Winchesters and it will be all thanks to you, my dear," he smirked.

"NO! Sam and Dean will never give you what you want," you retorted.

"Wanna bet? I have you, and they'll do anything to get you back. That's when I'll spring the trap. Then the world will finally be rid of the troublesome Winchesters. Now, for this next part, I really don't need you awake," Jake shook his head sadly as you felt a blow to the head from the back.

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"I don't like this, Dean. I don't like her being over there with him, husband or not. I'm going over there," Sam decided, grabbing his jacket.