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I absolutely love your blog!!! Could you do an imagine where Y/N is a hunter with Sam and Dean, but every week she disappears once until morning and when the guys track her down they find out that she does dance in an empty studio to relieve her stress? It would mean a lot to me if you did this imagine for me :)

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me.

Just so you guys know, I know essentially nothing about dancing. All I know comes from watching Dance Academy.
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As soon as Sam and Dean seemed to be immersed in research, you snuck out of the bunker, taking your car into town. It was something you did about once a week and so far, they hadn’t noticed that you’d been leaving.

It had all started several weeks ago, when, after a hunt gone wrong, which had resulted in the death of a young boy, you’d been wandering around the town near the bunker. You had been lost in your thoughts, and almost missed the ballet studio as you walked past. But you had backtracked, drinking in the sight. Dancing had always been a passion of yours, and you couldn’t believe you had found a studio near the bunker.

The morning after your discovery, you’d returned, hoping to speak with the owner. As it turns out, she was a friend of your dance teacher from when you were a kid, and agreed to leave the studio unlocked one night a week, so long as you locked up afterwards with the spare key.

So each Monday, you snuck out to the studio, letting go of the stress as you stretched and spun and lost yourself to the movements. And today was just like those other days. You positioned yourself at the barre, going through the positions as you watched yourself in the mirror opposite.

But just as you were heading over to turn on the music, you caught side of movement behind you, and spun around to find Sam and Dean watching you. “Nice outfit,” Dean observed. Nervously, you smoothed down the material of your leotard, something much different to the jeans and button up shirts you wore when hunting.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, reaching down to take off your pointe shoes. You figured that you wouldn’t get to do much dancing tonight, not with company around.

“We were wondering where you’ve been going the past few weeks,” Sam explained. “We hope we weren’t intruding on anything.” Huh. So they had noticed your absence. It would seem that you weren’t as secretive as you would like to believe.

“It’s fine,” you assured them. “I just like coming here. It takes away the stress.” Their faces showed that they knew exactly what that was like. Being a hunter was never easy, and sometimes the pressure built up to a point where it was nearly unbearable.

“I didn’t know you danced,” Dean spoke up, seeming surprised at this revelation.

Smiling ruefully, you said, “Well, I don’t, really. Not since I started hunting. But then I found this studio, and I thought, ‘Why not?’”

The brothers smiled at you, and you felt dumb for ever thinking they would laugh at you for your love of dance. “I think it’s great that you’ve got something to take your mind off things,” Sam told you.

“I agree,” Dean added. “Maybe you might even be able to teach us a few moves.” You laughed, collecting your bag from the corner and going over to meet them.

“Like you could keep up.”

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i think i'm in love with your blog omg. all those imagines, they're just perfect. simple as that. you're definitly a good writer. also, could you do an imagine when the reader is sam and dean's little sister (she's 18), its her senior year and even if she hunts with them she have to go to school, but one day they found out that she's bullied, they found out because the football players have beat her and they fix it with those guys (fluffly pls)sorry for the english again, i am french, thanks :)

Hi! Thank you so much. You have no idea how much that means to me!

TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying.

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You walked through the corridors with your shoulders hunched and your head hanging low, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. Even though you were a hunter, your brothers made you go to school regardless. They said it was because they wanted you to have the life they’d never gotten. And you didn’t blame them at all, because you could totally see where they were coming from. It was just…well, you hated school. But it wasn’t the teachers or the homework or the gross cafeteria food or anything like that. No. It was the other students, and in particular, the football team.

They were always calling you horrible names and fixing crappily photoshopped pictures to your locker. And while you did have your own little circle of friends and were fairly well liked by a number of your peers, it didn’t stop you from hurting whenever the football team chose to attack again.

Of course, Sam and Dean knew none of this. As far as they were concerned, school was just peachy for you. And you wanted to keep them in the dark about it, because if they found out, they would take serious action. And somehow, you didn’t know if it’d be strictly legal. Besides, it was your senior year. In a few short months, this would all be over, and you’d be free to travel with Sam and Dean, leaving the petty politics of high school behind.

Feeling a buzzing in your pocket, you pulled out your phone, seeing the screen lit up with a text from Dean. ‘Just got back in town. We’ll pick you up from school this afternoon,’ it read. You smiled, hardly able to wait until you could see them again. When they were around, you felt safe. You felt like you could forget all about the bullying, even if for just a few hours.

“Hey, wonder what’s got Y/N all happy,” Dan jeered. Looking up, you found that while you’d been checking your phone, the football team had found you, forming a loose circle around you. Glancing around, you realised with a sinking heart that the corridors were empty aside from them, with everyone else in class.

“Let’s find out, shall we,” Nate grinned, snatching the phone from your hand. “Ooh, a text message from Dean! Who’s he? Your boyfriend?”

“As if!” Liam exclaimed, while around him the team collapsed into laughter. “Look at her. Do you think she’d ever be able to get a boyfriend?”

“Please give me my phone back,” you said quietly, fighting to keep your voice from shaking.

“Oh, you want it back, do you? Well, here you go.” Nate held out his hand with the phone in it. But just as you reached out to take it, he snatched it back out of your reach. “Got you that time!” he laughed.

“Please,” you pleaded, jumping up to try and take it back. Tears pricked your eyes, but you forced them away, knowing that to cry now would only make this a thousand times worse.

Whenever you faced monsters, you felt strong, totally in control. Fighting was something that could be taught, and you knew that Sam and Dean were the best teachers in the world. But facing these guys in the school corridor…they made you feel weak. This was a different kind of battle, one that couldn’t be fought with a bit of research and the right technique. This was a battle that you had to fight everyday, and knowing how futile it was, you had simply stopped trying to fight it.

“You know,” Dylan said thoughtfully, analysing your features with his arms crossed over his chest, “Y/N’s nose doesn’t quite match up with the rest of her face.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” Chad agreed. “Here, let me fix it for you.” Before you could even register what was happening, his fist had smacked into your nose, and you felt blood trickle down to your lip. You stood frozen in shock as Troy reached out to punch your cheeks as well for good measure. Never before had they resorted to physical violence, and you had no idea how to react.

You felt their eyes sizing you up again, but before anyone could take another swing at you, the bell rang, and you got the hell out of there. Their voices called after you, taunting you, but you blocked them out, heading to the front of the school where you knew Sam and Dean would be parked with the Impala.

You slid into the backseat, keeping your head down to hide your face from them. “How was school?” Sam asked.

“Just drive, please,” you answered, close to tears. You wanted nothing more than to be as far from that school as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked. When you didn’t reply, they both turned back to look at you in the backseat. “Y/N?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you whispered. Dean’s hand reached out and took a hold of your chin, tilting your head up so that they could see you properly. There was a sharp intake of breath, and Dean said through gritted teeth, “Who did this to you?”

“No one! Can we please just leave,” you said through the tears that had started to fall. But your eyes unwittingly flicked towards the football field, where the football team was warming up before practise.

“The football team?” Sam asked. You nodded, knowing that there was no use trying to hide things from them anymore. Through your sobs, you told them everything, beginning a few weeks ago with snide comments, and ending with today, when their fists had joined in on the fun.

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

“Be-because I was scared!” you whispered. “They made me feel so weak.”

“You just wait here, alright?” Dean said, getting out of the car.

“Where are you going?”

“Where do you think?” Sam responded, climbing out of the car himself. For several minutes, you waited there, not daring to look out the window for fear of what you might see. But finally, Sam and Dean opened the doors and got back into the car.

“Here you go,” Dean said, passing your phone back to you. As he withdrew his hand, you noticed that his knuckles were slightly bloody.

“What did you do to them?” you wanted to know.

“Let’s just say that they won’t bother you anymore,” Sam replied.

“That’s right,” Dean added. “No one makes our sister feel weak and gets away with it.”

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Great blog! Could you write an imagine where the reader has a crazy/cruel father and Dean and Sam confront him and then rescue the reader and she travels with them? Thanks!

Anonymous

Hey. I hope this is what you were looking for.

TRIGGER WARNING: Abusive father, a fair amount of swearing directed at the reader.

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“Y/N! Get the fuck in here!” your dad boomed from the lounge room, where you could hear a game of football blaring through the television speakers. Scurrying into the room, you took in the pizza boxes and empty beer bottles scattered across the floor, before your eyes finally came to rest at the foot of the lounge where your father sat.

“Yes, Dad? What do you need?”

“Get me another beer,” he demanded. “And when you’re done, clean up this room. I can’t believe you let it get so filthy.” You did as he asked, grabbing another beer from the fridge and a garbage bag from one of the kitchen cupboards.

“Here you go,” you told your dad, plastering a fake smile on your face as you handed him the new beer.

“Shut up. I can’t hear the game,” he grunted, not even glancing in your direction as he snatched the bottle from your hand. You ducked your head in shame, internally scolding yourself for not having the better sense to not interrupt him during a match.

Lowering yourself to the floor, you started picking up the rubbish. Within minutes, the bag was bulging, and you couldn’t believe the room had gotten so messy after only a few days. But as you picked up the trash from the floor, you noticed stains on the carpet from the grease of the pizzas and the dregs of the various beers, which you knew you’d have to clean.

Sighing, you tied up the bag and headed out of the room, intending to grab some soap and sponges to clean the floor with. But just as you were dumping the rubbish bag by the front door to take out to the bins later, you heard a knock. Glancing quickly in the direction of the lounge room, you decided not to disturb your father during the game, so you answered the door yourself.

“Good afternoon,” a handsome man greeted you. He and his companion appeared to be only a few years older than you, and they didn’t seem to be carrying any boxes, so you wondered why they were on your doorstep, if not to sell anything. “I’m Agent Bon, this is my partner, Agent Scott. We were wondering if you knew anything about the murder that happened a few doors down.”

Your eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, taking in the badges they held up and their formal attire. “I-I don’t really get out much,” you started. “I’m probably not the best person you should be talking to. You should probably just leave.” You started to close the door, wanting to be rid of these two men. They had to leave before they saw inside, before they started asking questions. Your dad would flip out if he knew federal agents were in the area. And of course, you knew who he’d blame for it.

“What are you hiding from us?” the taller man asked, reaching out to stop you from shutting the door completely. There was only a small gap left to see through now, and through it you could barely just make out both of their features.

“Please, I don’t know anything!” you pleaded, feeling a sob rise up in your chest. “Just leave me alone!” The two men exchanged a glance, and were about to question you further when a scream from the lounge room cut them off.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING YOU SO LONG, YOU LITTLE BITCH? I asked you to do one simple thing! Is that too much to ask?” You flinched, both at the loud volume and the harsh nature of his words.

“Who is that?” the first man asked, pushing the door open a little further to get a look inside.

“N-no one!” you insisted, fighting against him as he pushed the door all the way open and stepped into your house alongside his companion.

“Is that your father?” the taller man asked in horror and disbelief. You didn’t answer, but your face must’ve said it all, because they both stormed into the room where your father was, turning off the TV and demanding his attention.

“What the fuck are you two doing in my house?” He demanded, half rising out of his chair. When he caught sight of you edging timidly into the room, he turned on you. “Did you let them in here, Y/N? Because if you did, I swear -”

“Actually,” the first man interrupted. “We let ourselves in.” Your father went silent as the men flashed their badges, both of them staring at him stonily. “How do you live with yourself?” he continued. “Your daughter is not a slave, nor is she an outlet for your anger. She is a good person, and you should be treating her with respect!’

You backed out of the room, not wanting to have the attention focussed on you. No one had ever spoken about you like that before, and you didn’t know how you should react to it.

"How dare you speak to me in such ways in my own house!” your father exclaimed from the other side of the wall. “I’ll have you know -” His voice cut off suddenly, and as you peeked round the edge of the doorframe to see why, you saw that the FBI agents had positioned themselves to show off the bulge of their guns.

“If you don’t mind,” the taller one said pleasantly, “we’ll just be going now.” And like that, it was over. Well, for them anyway. Your father would never forgive you for this. Once the men had left, there’d be no stopping him.

“Okay, moment of truth.” Startled, you glanced up, finding the two men standing close to you, keeping their voices low so as to not be heard. “Do you want to come with us? We can get you away from this, help you live a better life.”

“Wh-what?” Why on earth were FBI agents asking you this? “But you guys are the FBI! Besides, I-I don’t even know you,” you said shakily.

“Well, truthfully, we aren’t actually FBI agents. But we are investigating the murders in the area. We’re here to help.”

“That’s right,” the other man continued. “I’m Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam. And if you want, we can take you somewhere safe, somewhere you won’t have to put up with all this crap.” You were stuck, with no clue as to what to do. As much as you wanted to leave, how could you be sure that they could be trusted?

“But my dad…” Your fear of him was too strong, and you knew that you couldn’t go if there was any chance he might follow. But then again, it couldn’t be much worse than what you’d have to deal with when these guys left, could it?

“We’ll sort him out,” Dean assured you. “Don’t you worry about that. We’ll take care of everything. So what do you say?” His green eyes held yours, steady and reassuring. And even though you’d never met him before, there was something in the determined stares of him and his brother that said they’d never let you down.

Brushing a few stray tears from your cheeks, you nodded, swallowing and trying to match their own determined expressions. “Let me just grab my stuff.”

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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

Anonymous

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.”

—-

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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Could you do an imagine wear the reader is a 14 year old girl and older sam and Dean come for a case to find her getting beat up and take her cause she has no parents or family? I love your blog so much!

Anonymous

Thank you so much! I hope you like it.

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You walked along the streets with your hood up, the ends of your sleeves covering your hands to keep them warm. In your hands were a couple of plastic grocery bags, filled with only the most basic supplies.

When you had gone up to the counter, the woman working the register had given you a funny look, which you didn’t blame her for. After all, a 14 year old girl doing grocery shopping at night, when it’s dark out? Not something you see very often, and certainly not something that you can ignore. So you had gotten the hell out of there, collecting your shopping quickly before she had time to start asking questions.

It was time to leave this town, which was a shame, because you quite liked it here. You had found an abandoned house just out of town, the perfect location. It was within walking distance of the shops, but far enough away from any prying eyes. But now you were going to have to leave it, and just hope that you found somewhere just as good in the next place you settled in, wherever that may be.

You were just passing the next streetlight when it starting flickering. After pausing for the briefest of moments, you picked up the pace. All of a sudden, the night seemed so much darker, and you just wanted to get back under cover. But as you hurried off, you heard footsteps behind you. You looked around, but there was nothing there. Your breath hitched in your chest, and you felt as if your heart was in your throat. Turning back around, you barrelled head first into a tall woman.

She was fairly young looking, and was dressed in a tailored skirt and shirt, a sight which wasn’t uncommon around here, especially not for someone just getting back from work. But something about her was off. Maybe it was the hungry look in her eyes, or the slight stains you noticed on the fabric of her suit. But whatever it was, you knew something was wrong, even before her lips curled upwards and she said tauntingly, “Hello, sweetie.”

Before you even had a chance to register what was going on, the woman had attacked you, flinging you against the brick wall of the building beside you. Your head pounded and your vision slid out of focus as you lay in a crumpled heap on the footpath. Reaching up to push your hair out of your face, your fingers met something sticky - blood. Your blood.

Your hand started to tremble, a sensation which soon swept through the rest of your body. You had no idea who this woman was, but you knew that unless a miracle happened, she’d end up killing you, right here on this darkened street.

Just as she came in for a second attack, you felt yourself blacking out. And perhaps it was just a hallucination, but you could’ve sworn that that miracle came. But not in a blinding flash of light, as you would’ve expected. No, this miracle came in the form of an engine rumbling down the street. Squinting, you could just make out two men jumping out of a car. An Impala, you thought.

The men leapt at the woman, with the taller one grabbing her in a choke hold while the shorter one stabbed her with a knife. You stifled a scream as her body flashed with a yellowish light, before slumping to the ground.

As the men turned towards you, you backed up, feeling your back meet the cold bricks behind you. There was nowhere to go, and if these guys turned that knife on you…but no. The man with the knife had let it go, and had dropped down to your level while his friend dealt with the body. “Hey,” he whispered. “What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you stuttered, still shaking in terror.

“Well, Y/N, my name’s Dean. And that other guy you saw is Sam, my brother,” he told you gently, maintaining steady eye contact.

“Wh-what just happened? Who was that? Why did she attack me?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, interrupting you before your voice had the chance to rise into hysteria. “It’s alright. That…it’s a long story. But the point is you’re safe now. Alright? My brother and I are going to make sure you’re alright.” As he said this, his brother came back and pulled a First Aid kit from the car.

“Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing to the cut on your head. Shaking your head, you watched as he sterilised a cotton wool ball, before dabbing it gently along the wound. You flinched as it made contact with your skin, the cut burning as he cleaned it up. “Sorry about that,” Sam apologised, fixing your head up as quickly as possible. “Alright, you’re done,” he told you, packing the First Aid kit back up and putting it in the car.

“Did you want a lift home?” Dean asked as he gathered up the groceries you’d dropped. He frowned as he put them back into the bags, no doubt wondering why you had them with you on a street so late at night in the first place. But he didn’t ask you any questions, which was lucky, considering your head was still fuzzy and you didn’t know if you could think up a good enough excuse.

“I’ll be right,” you replied, getting to your feet. But you had barely straightened yourself up before the world tilted, and if Sam hadn’t caught you and held you upright, you would’ve fallen again.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere on your own,” he told you. “In fact, maybe we should take you to the hospital,” he added worriedly, peering into your eyes to check your pupils.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you hastily assured him. “But, ah, yeah, a ride home would be good.” They opened the backdoor for you and helped you into the seat, before letting themselves into the front seats and pulling away. The further you drove the more you felt a sense of relief growing in you. You were finally getting away from where the terrifying ordeal had taken place, and you never wanted to go back.

About ten minutes later, the brothers were finally close to the house you were staying in, having followed your directions. So when you were about 100 metres away, you told them to pull over. “I’ll walk from here,” you informed them.

They squinted into the darkness, evidently looking for where you lived. “I don’t see anything,” Dean said.

“Oh, it’s…set back from the road,” you lied. “But don’t worry, I’ll walk the rest of the way.” You reached for the door handle, but just as your fingers closed around it, Sam reached out and stopped you, gently pulling you back.

“Y/N, all I see is that abandoned house over there. Do you want to tell us what’s really going on?”

Dean had turned back to look at you as well now. “What about all those groceries, huh? How come you were out so late by yourself?”

There was something about their questions and their kind expressions that made you break, and tears came to your eyes. Wiping them away, you told them all about where you were staying, about how you had to keep moving around. How there was no one to look after you. How you were all alone in the world.

“What happened to your parents?” Sam asked gently.

“Life,” you uttered softly. The brothers shared a look before seeming to come to a decision and looking back at you.

“How would you like to come with us?” Dean asked you. “We have a place, and it’s safe and secure. I think you might like it there. No more moving, no more late night grocery shopping. No more being alone,” he added.

You stared back at them in disbelief, hardly believing your ears. After all this time, could you finally find a place again? A place of your own? It almost sounded too good to be true, but maybe, just maybe, you could have two miracles tonight. “Yes,” you heard yourself say. “Yes, I’d love to go live with you.”

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Could you write an imagine where you grew up with the boys and they mostly thought of you as one of the guys but you do a case that requires you to dress up for something and they see how pretty you are?

Hi. I’m sorry about the wait! I wasn’t too sure about the ending of this, but I think it turned out alright.

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For years, you had been hunting with the Winchesters. And even before you had been old enough to start hunting, you remember staying in motel rooms with them while your parents went off on hunts. You were halfway between the two brothers in age but even though you were never in their classes, they still made sure to hang out with you during break times at the various schools the three of you had attended over the course of your childhood.

Sam and Dean had never treated you as an outsider. In fact, they seemed to think of you as one of the guys. And for the most part, you were. You wore the same kind of flannel shirts they wore along with your torn jeans. You learned to shoot with them and went on your first hunt with them. You played football with them and you wrestled with them. Even when you’d gone through puberty and stopped looking like a child, they’d never seemed to pay much attention. You were just Y/N to them.

But last week, Sam had come across a case involving a cursed object, which was unfortunately in the possession of a very wealthy old woman. Breaking in was out of the question, as she had very tight security on her property, so you had to be a little more subtle in your attempt to retrieve the artefact. Like in the story of the Trojan Horse, you had to sneak in under the cover of a disguise. And luckily, she had a large charity benefit planned for tonight, held right in her elaborate ballroom. And the three of you had managed to score invites through a bit of trickery.

“Y/N, come on!” Dean called out. “If we don’t leave soon, we’ll be late, and we can’t afford to raise suspicion!”

“I’m coming!” you yelled back from the bathroom. Of course, this was a very formal event, and if you wanted to blend in, you had to play the part, which meant dressing up. It was the first time you had ever really done so, considering you hadn’t wanted to go to prom with a group of people you barely knew.

You stepped into your gold gown, pulling the silky fabric up over your body. The dress hugged your curves and, paired with the matching shoes, you looked ready to hit the Paris catwalks. You added a touch of make up, and slipped your grandmother’s diamond earrings into your ears. You brought your hair over your right shoulder, already styled from the hour you had spend in front of the mirror with your curler.

“How much longer are you going to be?” Dean’s voice rang out.

“I’m ready now!” You took a deep breath, smoothing imaginary creases in the dress’ fabric. Gripping the handle of the door, you slowly eased it open, stepping into the motel room beyond it. Sam and Dean were waiting there for you, looking uncomfortable yet incredibly attractive in their rented tuxes. When they caught sight of you in the doorway, their jaws dropped.

“Wow, Y/N, you look…wow,” Sam stuttered, his eyes widening in appreciation.

“You like?” you asked, spinning around to show off the back of the dress. Dean coughed.

“Damn. You look hot,” he admitted. Your cheeks heated up and you looked down shyly.

“I never realised how beautiful you are,” Sam murmured. You grinned to yourself, pleased that for the first time in your life, you had actually managed to shock the Winchester boys.

“We should probably go,” you told them, interrupting their gawking. “We wouldn’t want to be late,” you teased.

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Hi! Your writing is superb, I love it! Could you do an imagine where the reader is Dean's 16 year old daughter. When Dean, Sam, Cas and her are out on a hunt she gets injured, and Dean is torn up about it? Thank you :)) Stay writing!

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Hi. You’re so sweet! Thank you for saying that - it means a lot to me. I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s what you were after.

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“Are you positive you’re ready for this?”

You sighed. “Yes, Dad, I’m sure. Now can we please go? Uncle Sammy and Uncle Cas are waiting for us in the Impala.”

“Alright. But remember, be careful and do everything I say, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Dad, I’m 16. I can handle this,” you told him, walking out of the bunker and into the backseat of Baby, your father right behind you.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Uncle Sam asked.

“You’re as bad as Dad,” you complained.

“We just want to make sure you’re okay. This is your first hunt, after all,” Uncle Cas said.

“Yes, I get it. I appreciate the concern and all but just have a bit of faith in me, yeah?”

Your dad glanced at you in the rear view mirror, sizing you up. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s go.”

—-

All the training you had done in the bunker couldn’t compare to the thrill of the real thing. The adrenaline rush hunting gave you was like nothing you had felt before.

You sliced the head off a vampire and turned around to look at your father. “How was that?” you called out, barely able to contain your excitement.

He looked at you with a proud smile before his eyes widened and his gaze fixed on a point just behind you. “Y/N! Look out!”

You turned around a fraction of a second too late. Another vamp stood in place of the one you had just taken out, looking angry at losing a member of its nest. She lashed out with a knife, opening up a deep gash along your abdomen.

You staggered back, the pain making your head turn fuzzy and lights flash before your eyes.

You fell down, faintly registering a pair of strong and familiar arms catching you and bringing you gently to the ground.

“Cas!” you heard your dad shout as Uncle Sam decapitated the last vampire. And as its lights went out, so did yours.

—-

You woke up to the familiar leather smell and gentle rocking of the Impala.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. “What happened?” you asked groggily.

“Shh, sweetheart. Just relax.”

“Dad?” you asked, twisting around to see that your head was resting in his lap.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

“Why does it hurt so much?” you whimpered, a dull ache spreading across your body.

“The…the vampire, it -” a sob cut off the rest of his words.

“It’s okay, Dad,” you comforted him.

“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed. “I’m your father. It’s my job to protect you and I failed! If Cas hadn’t been there to heal you…”

“But he was, Dad. And besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”

“I can try,” he said stubbornly.

“You can,” you agreed. “But sometimes you’ve got to accept that some things are out of your hands. And if something happens to me, it isn’t your fault.”

“If you got hurt hunting it’d be my fault.”

You groaned. “I’m never gonna be allowed to hunt again, am I?”

“Maybe not just yet, sweetheart.”

You sighed. You’d have to do a lot of sucking up before your Dad agreed to let you have another shot at hunting.

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