Supernatural Imagines

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Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is dean or SAMs daughter that came back in time and they find out after they go on a Hunt and she gets injured? Thanks! Xx

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Hi! I hope you like it.

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You tugged on your boots, sliding a knife down the side of one of them as a back up. After all, you could never be too prepared when going to take down a nest of vampires. Looking around at the motel room you were staying in, you couldn’t help but think about how strange everything was in the past. And for you, that’s what this was. You’d gotten caught in the crossfire of a battle between angels and demons, and somehow, you’d ended up back in time.

At first, people had looked at you strangely, eyeing the way you dressed and the few possessions you had with you when you were sent back. But soon enough, you had learned to blend in, and had set off to find the two people you were able to locate and who you happened to trust - Uncle Sam and Dad.

Three weeks ago, you had found them and had worked at gaining their trust. You would’ve told them straight up who you were, but you knew that if you did, they’d never believe you. “Y/N, you ready?” your dad called from outside your door.

“I’m here,” you answered, striding out of the room. “Let’s gank those sons of bitches.”

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The nest the vamps had made for themselves was dark and gloomy, which you supposed was probably considered light and airy by a vampire’s standards. It was an old barn, set out some distance from the rest of the town. The structure was falling apart, with sections of the wood splintering away, but they had nailed boards over the gaps and windows to block out the sunlight.

Your dad explained your plan of attack, and the three of you took up your positions, charging into the nest on Uncle Sam’s signal. The vampires seemed freshly turned, a theory supported by their sloppy killing of the victims. Even though they were strong, they didn’t know how to fight, which made it easy to kill them. Within minutes, their bodies were strewn about the ground, the heads scattered beside them.

In your triumph, it became easy to forget that for the vampires to become freshly turned, there had to have been an older vampire who turned them in the first place. The reminder came in rather a harsh way. The vampire slunk out of the shadows, lunging at you and knocking you to the ground. Its weight sent you skidding across the dirt floor, before finally slamming into the barn wall.

As you cried out in pain, the vampire’s fangs extended, inching towards your neck. You thought for sure that it would bite you, but just as you felt the sharp teeth brush against the tender skin of your neck, Uncle Sam wrenched it off you, cutting its head off with a clean slice.

Your dad rushed over to you, moving your head into his lap. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Daddy, it hurts,” you whimpered, wincing in pain. Of course, that was not the best way to reveal who you were to them. But you couldn’t help it. All you could make out through your foggy vision were his eyes, those green eyes that had rocked you to sleep as a baby, that had comforted you when you came home from a bad day at school. In that moment, you’d forgotten he was supposed to be a Dean, a fellow hunter. He was just your dad.

“What?” he demanded, drawing back from you slightly. You saw him and Sam exchange a confused glance, and you noticed Sam’s hand inching towards his waistband.

“I-I didn’t want to tell you this way, but I’m your daughter.”

“I don’t have a kid!” your dad argued, his mouth set in a stubborn line. Uncle Sam glanced at him thoughtfully, and you could tell he was wondering whether your dad had gotten some poor girl pregnant after a one night stand.

“Well, not yet you don’t.” You proceeded to tell them all about the battle that had taken place, and your role in it. How you’d been sent back in time and had to adapt to this new life. You told them about how you’d tried to find them, knowing that they would help you, about how you’d pretended to be a stranger so that you could gain their trust.

Finally, when you’d finished telling them the story, Uncle Sam looked at you and said, “How do we know you aren’t lying to us?” So you went on to talk about stories they’d told you, things from their childhood and personal lives. All the things that no one else would know.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Dad murmured when you’d finally finished explaining. “I thought there was something about you that seemed familiar, but I never thought you’d be my kid! Sammy, I get to have a family!”

He was beaming, and you could see that Uncle Sam was happy for him. “I know, Dean. I’ve been here the whole time.” Seeing their reactions, you thought everything would be okay, but then you felt your dad freeze, and you tilted your head back to try to get a look at him. There was a slight look of horror on his face, mingled with self-loathing.

“Hang on,” he began. “If you’re my kid, why the hell are you a hunter? How could I do that to you?” His voice was shaking with anger, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you - it was directed at himself. Well, himself of the future, anyway.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you murmured. “I wanted this for myself.”

“No one wants to be a hunter!” Dad yelled, causing you to flinch in shock. He noticed this and brought the volume of his voice back down for the next thing he said. “And even if you did, what kind of father am I that I let you become one?”

“One that loves and trusts his daughter, and who knows she can handle herself,” you told him. “Dad, I am a hunter because I want to help people. You know why? Because I wanted to be a hero like my dad and my Uncle Sam. I love you both so much. And if you can foresee a future in which you love me too, then please, please don’t try to change things so that I don’t become a hunter. This is the life I want for myself. Don’t take that from me.”

Your dad was silent for a moment, taking time to process everything you had just said. Uncle Sam was silent too, and you could tell he was taking the backseat to give his brother time to come to terms with this. “Alright,” your dad said at last. “Alright. I won’t try to change things, and Sam and I will try to get you back where you belong. But for now, let’s get this banged up head fixed up, okay?”

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