Could you please do an imagine where the reader and sam's daughter (who's the age of a toddler) gets kidnapped by a demon so the reader,sam,dean and castiel have to find her. I just really love your imagines so keep doing what you do,cause you're amazing
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Hey! I’m so glad that you like my imagines! That means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this one, too!
Author’s Note: I named the toddler Mary. I’m not the best at coming up with names and since Sam and Dean were named after their grandparents, I decided to keep with that tradition.
This was actually a bit emotional for me to write and it does involve the kidnapping of a young child so just be aware of that.
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“You can’t go to the park unless you put a coat on!” you told Mary, your two year old daughter.
“Fine,” she complained as she shrugged her little arms into the sleeves.
“Don’t forget to say goodbye!” you warned.
“Bye, Daddy! Bye, Uncle Dean! Bye, Uncle Cas!” she called. Dean lifted Mary up into his arms, which caused her to giggle.
“You be good for your mum, okay?” Dean instructed. Mary bobbed her head up and down. She’d do anything to please her Uncle Dean.
“Good girl.” Dean put Mary down, just as Sam came into the room.
“Daddy!” Mary shrieked.
“Hey, beautiful!” Sam replied, staggering slightly as Mary tackled his legs.
He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“Be careful,” he whispered to you.
“Of course, Sammy,” you replied.
“Are we going now?” Mary asked, gazing up at you with her big eyes.
“Yes, sweetheart. We are,” you laughed as you grabbed her hand and led her out the door, into the autumn afternoon.
You’d barely made it to the next street when you felt a sharp tug on your arm.
“Mummy?” Mary whispered timidly as she stared across the street.
You followed her gaze and saw a man standing there, his eyes boring into yours. His black eyes.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, hoping Mary wouldn’t hear you. Whilst you and the boys were still involved in the hunting life, you didn’t actively seek out cases like you once did. For this reason, aside from having a single knife tucked into your boot, you were in no way prepared to take on a demon. Especially not while protecting your daughter.
“Come on,” you urged, as you pulled Mary back the way you had come. Perhaps by some miracle you could get close enough to the bunker that Mary could run back and warn the boys.
You hadn’t taken more than two steps before Mary’s shriek cut through the air and a sharp blow to the back of your head sent you crashing to the concrete beneath your feet.
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A car horn from the nearby highway. That was the sound that finally woke you. As the rest of your senses starting working again, you saw that the sky was marginally darker than when you’d last seen it, so you knew you couldn’t have been out for long.
“Mary?” you asked groggily as you patted the footpath beside you, searching for an arm, a leg. Something.
“Mary?” you asked when you came up blank, your voice much higher in pitch.
You jumped to your feet and began to frantically search your surroundings.
“MARY!” you screamed, your heart smashing into your ribcage.
“Oh, God,” you choked out, thrusting your hand into your pocket to get your phone.
“Hello?” Sam asked after the first ring.
“She’s gone, Sammy! She’s gone!” you sobbed.
“What? Who’s gone? Tell me what’s happened, Y/N,” Sam asked, suddenly alert.
“Mary! There was a demon and he attacked me and I blacked out, and, and, SHE WAS GONE, SAMMY! Oh, God. What are we going to do? I’m such a bad mother. I let my baby get kidnapped!”
“You are not a bad mother, Y/N,” Sam told you. “Just tell me where you are.”
You did and before you had even finished your sentence, you heard Sam getting Dean and Cas ready.
“We’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Just breathe, Y/N,” Sam instructed as he hung up the phone.
You stood waiting by the curb, your phone clutched in your hand like a lifeline.
After a minute or two, the Impala screeched to a halt in front of you. Sam had jumped out of the backseat to pull you into his arms before it had even fully stopped.
“I’m so scared,” you sobbed as Sam pulled you into the car.
“Listen, Y/N, we’re going to find her, okay?” Dean said, his eyes locking onto yours in the rearview mirror.
“What if they’ve hurt her? Oh, God. What if she’s dead?” You were starting to get hysterical again.
“Y/N,” Cas began in his deep voice. “It seems likely that Mary has been taken as bait. It doesn’t make sense for the demon to hurt her if all they want to do is lure out the Winchesters,” he rationalised.
Castiel’s words managed to calm you down a fraction, until you looked out the window and saw that you had arrived back at the bunker.
“What are we doing here? We need to find Mary!” you exclaimed.
“We will,” Sam assured you. “But first, we need to find out where she is.”
“How are we going to do that from here?” you asked as you followed the others inside.
“We’ve got Bobby’s tracking device,” Dean explained as he went over to set it up.
Five minutes. That’s all it took to find out where Mary was. But those five minutes stretched out like an eternity. Every second that passed was another second separating you and your daughter. Every movement of the clock could be the timer ticking down to her death. The only thing stopping you from losing it completely was having Sam and Cas standing on either side of you, reassuring you, telling you that everything would turn out okay.
And then finally, finally, Dean turned around, his face set in determination. The four of you raced out to the Impala and Dean peeled off down the street, headed in the direction of the little girl who had captured all of your hearts.
After what seemed like an age, Dean slammed the brakes in front of a rundown warehouse. You threw open your door and sprinted towards it, towards your baby girl.
You could hear shouts from behind you, warnings, but you ignored them all. Screw having a plan - nothing would stop you from rescuing Mary.
The next few minutes were a blur. You took down demon after demon, seemingly unstoppable. You had heard stories of mothers lifting cars to save their children in a crazy adrenaline rush. This was your version of that.
Finally, the last demon fell. You turned around to find your beautiful girl, your Mary, cowering in a corner. You raced over to her and scooped her into your arms.
“My gorgeous girl,” you whispered as you held her tight and felt her tears dampen your shoulder. “You’re safe now, sweetheart. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” you promised, pressing your lips to the top of her head.
Vaguely, you became aware that Sam, Dean and Cas had joined you and were also comforting Mary. But none of that mattered to you, because your beautiful little girl was safe in your arms once more.
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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! I was going to write this yesterday but I had a bad day and wasn’t in the mood.
I had to go to the eye specialist yesterday (which is something that upsets me) and they have this numbing eye drop that they put in. I swear, it feels like your eyeball has been wrapped in glad wrap and then constricted by rubber bands. It’s the most unpleasant thing I’ve ever experienced.
Anyway, feedback is welcome. Also, REQUESTS! I’d love some more!
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