Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #51

     Imagine: The boys having to get you out of jail

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     I sat in the small cell of the sheriff's office, wondering how I would get out. I sighed, looking at the sheriff, who had walked in. I rolled my eyes when he stood outside the bars.

     "Let me guess," He said. "You still don't wanna talk."

     "Let me guess," I retorted. "You still don't have enough evidence."

     "Listen, kid," He snapped. "Multiple people have told us that you were stealing beer from the mini mart illegally, and that they saw you drive out of town on your way to the cemetery. That's when the dug-up grave was discovered, destroyed."

     "What dug-up grave?" I smirked.

     "You play dumb now," He chuckled. "I'll have you on your way to juvy in no time."

     "No you won't," A familiar voice says as my two brothers enter the room.

     Sam and Dean walked in, wearing their suits and holding up their badges. Dean glared at me but the sheriff didn't notice. I watched.

     "Agent Harris, this is my partner, Agent Connelly," Sam went on, introducing he and Dean's fake characters before they stuffed their badges away. "We can take it from here, Sheriff."

     "Excuse me?" Sheriff questioned.

     "See, the kid that you're trying to lock up?" Dean said. "This is Nelly Scheer. She's suspected of murder a few towns over, and we've got enough evidence to bring her in, thanks to you."

     "So, if you don't mind," Sam nodded toward the cell door.

     "O-of course," the sheriff said, pulling his keys out.

     He unlocked the door, and Sam nodded to him before he left. My brothers looked at me angrily at the same time.

     "Y/N," Dean said and Sam scoffed. "What the Hell were you doing?"

     "Working and solving a case," I said, walking over to them with a grin on my face. "Now this town is ghost-free. You're welcome."

     "Well be smart about it next time," Sam said.

     "Yeah," Dean said. "And tell us before you leave the bunker out of nowhere."

     "Whatever," I said, walking out with them. "Simple 'thank you' would be nice."