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Can you do an imagine where the reader has telekinesis, but doesn't want Dean and Sam to find out until the reader has to use the telekinesis to save them from demons?

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Hi! I’m sorry for the wait. I’m not quite happy with the fight scene in this, but I hope the imagine is what you were after.

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You sat on your bed, concentrating on the glass that sat on the kitchen table on the other side of the motel room. Slowly, it began to rise up into the air and float towards you.

The glass was about halfway across the room when you heard footsteps outside the door. You jumped, and your loss of concentration caused the glass to slam to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.

“What are you doing in here?” Dean asked, entering the motel room.

“And why is there broken glass on the floor?” Sam added with a frown, coming in after him.

“I was just going to get a glass of water but I dropped it,” you lied. If you told them the truth, they’d think you were a freak with demonic powers, and you couldn’t stand it if they thought of you like that.

“Well do you think maybe next time you could clean it up instead of leaving it on the floor?” Dean asked. “I don’t want to have to get stitches because I stepped on glass.”

“Right. Of course. I was just about to do that,” you replied, jumping to your feet.

As you were collecting the shards into a paper towel, the boys outlined the case for you.

“So get this,” Sam began. “The other day, a teenage girl was attacked by an old woman. And by old, I mean 90 or something. So she was in no condition to be doing anything of the sort. Plus, this woman always goes to church, bakes cookies for the kids in her neighbourhood, that kind of thing. Your typical sweet old woman.”

“So we’re looking at a demon?” You stood up, putting the broken glass into the bin.

“Looks like it,” Dean answered. “You in?”

“Like you have to ask,” you scoffed.

“Good, because we’ve tracked her down and we’re ready to go when you are,” Sam informed you.

“Alright,” you nodded. “Just let me get changed and I’ll be all set.”

45 minutes later, you pulled up in front of an old barn.

“Why is an old woman living in a barn on the outskirts of town?” you asked.

“We did a bit of research and it turns out she grew up here,” Dean told you.

“I did the research, Dean. Not we.”

“Whatever, Sammy. Anyway, Y/N, it looks like the demon’s been using this as their base.”

“Alright then. Well, no use sitting around talking about it. Let’s go and take down the son of a bitch.”

If there was one thing you had learned from the Winchesters, it’s that you’ve always got to be on the ball, because things can turn sour almost instantly. And that was exactly what happened when you stepped into the barn.

Once your eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw that the old woman was in the middle of the barn. Surrounded by four other demons.

Three of them rushed at you, taking you by surprise. You grappled with your one, managing to knock them unconscious with only minimal injuries on your part. Looking up, you saw that Sam and Dean had had similar results.

But then one of the remaining demons stepped up and backhanded Dean across the room. He crashed into the wall and the demon knife went spinning off into the adjacent corner.

“Dean!” you screamed.

Sam made a grab for the knife, but the demon reached out and grabbed him, knocking him to the floor and laying punches on every area he could access.

An arm snaked around you from behind, spinning you around to pin you against the wall, where hands encircled your neck. You found yourself facing the old woman, whose face had started to go fuzzy around the edges. You could feel yourself blacking out but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get her hands off of your neck.

Your lungs were burning, your mouth gasping for air. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the knife glinting in a brief flash of sunlight. It was too far away for you to get to. Unless you resorted to more unconventional methods.

Focussing all your energy, you fixed your eyes on the handle, willing it into your hands. After the longest moment, you saw it begin to twitch. Once, twice, before sliding across the floor and then up into your open palm.

You gripped the handle tight and plunged the blade into the demon’s back. Her mouth opened wide, her face lighting up with orange flashes before her whole body collapsed to the floor.

“Get off me!” Sam yelled. You raced over to where Sam was struggling on the floor and took out the demon that was on top of him, before proceeding to stab the other demons lying unconscious on the floor.

“Are you alright?” you asked, going back over to him and offering your hand to help him up.

“Yeah,” Sam said slowly, looking at you in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something else, but a moan from the corner cut him off.

“Son of a bitch.” The two of you rushed to Dean’s side, checking to see if he was okay.

“Are you right to stand?” you asked.

“Give me a minute,” he replied. “But while we’re all sitting here, would you mind telling us how you managed to gank those demons, Y/N?”

“Yeah, last I checked, you were being strangled by one of them, and the knife was on the other side of the room. How did you kill her?” Sam questioned.

“I - um, you know, I guess - I guess I just got lucky,” you stammered.

“Getting lucky is finding $20 on the ground,” Dean informed you. “What happened to you was a freaking miracle. So again, how did you do it?”

“I don’t want to go into that…”

“Dammit, Y/N, just tell us!”

“No!” you shouted. Behind you, the barn door slammed shut.

“What the hell?” Sam murmured. Both boys turned to you, wondering why you’d flinched so hard at the loud bang.

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

“Mean to do what?” Sam asked gently.

“This,” you answered, letting the door swing open again. “Sometimes it happens when I get angry.”

“Wait, that was you with the door?” Dean asked in disbelief.

You nodded your head slowly. “That’s how I got the knife. Telekinesis.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam wondered.

“I didn’t want you guys to think I was a freak,” you whispered.

“Y/N, we’d never think that about you,” Sam assured you.

“Damn right, we wouldn’t. Especially not when you just saved our lives with your abilities,” Dean added.

“Really?”

“Really,” Sam confirmed, giving you a smile which you readily returned. “And from now on? You don’t need to keep secrets from us. We’re family.”

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I’m sorry, but the irony of that last bit Sam said! Anyway, thanks for reading!

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