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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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hey could u please do an imagine when the reader (she dont know sam&dean) is hunting 5 demons by herself and she's a true badass (like really sassy and all those stuffs) and sam and dean find the demons but when they come in, she kills all the demons on her own? and then they go to the bar with them and she's sassy with them and dean kinda fall for her ? i think it would be funny to see a girl being sassy against dean haha, thank you!!!

Hey. Sorry for the wait! But here it is.

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You pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse, the tires of your car crunching over gravel. Opening up the door, you stepped out, slipping a knife down the side of your combat boot as you did. You gently closed the door behind you, careful to keep the noise to a minimum. It was just you against five demons, and you knew that the element of surprise could tip the scales in your favour a great deal.

Twirling your angel blade around your fingers, you let it settle against the palm of your hand. You gripped it tightly, creeping up to the side of the building. At one of the boarded up windows you paused, leaning against the rough wooden planks that had been nailed across it. You peeked in one of the cracks and saw the demons standing in various positions around the warehouse, seemingly relaxed. There were five of them, just as you had predicted.

You took a deep breath and set off towards the entrance, making sure to keep close enough to the building that you could feel the cool concrete against your back at all times. Just before you got to the entrance, you stopped and counted to ten before rushing inside.

The first two demons were positioned close to the entrance, and you took them both down before they even knew what was happening. But by the time the second one dropped, the other three charged over you, the closest one grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back. You slammed down on her toes with the heel of your boot, causing it’s grip on your left arm to loosen ever so slightly. You freed your arm and slammed it into the demon’s jaw.

Vaguely, you could make out the sounds of an engine roaring to a halt outside, followed by the sounds of two males shouting. However, it didn’t directly affect you, so you ignored it, instead focussing your attention on the more immediate problem at hand - taking down the remaining demons.

You spun around, sweeping the demon’s legs out from under her before driving your knife into its heart. Turning around, you saw the other two gaining ground. You dropped down, plucking the knife from your boot and hurling it in the direction of one of the demons. It reared back, letting out a growl of pain as it stopped to remove the knife. Whilst it was distracted, you turned back to the other demon, allowing it to run straight into the tip of your blade.

Finally, you were down to one last demon. You tackled it to the ground, pinning it down with your weight. Smirking at it, you gripped the blade, burying it in the demon’s chest.

You stood up, wiping the sweat from your forehead. “What the hell?” a voice exclaimed from behind you.

“That’s exactly where they came from.” You smirked, spinning around and striding over to the two men who were gaping at you from the entrance. “And who might you two be?”

The taller man was the first to recover from his shock. “I’m Sam Winchester. This is my brother, Dean,” he introduced, gesturing towards the other man.

“Winchester. Interesting,” you replied, your tone giving nothing away.

“Interesting good or interesting bad?” Dean asked.

You gave him a knowing smirk. “That remains to be seen. Now what were you two doing on my case? I had it covered.”

“We can see that,” Dean said, staring at you in amazement. “You were badass.”

“Which is lucky, because neither of you did anything to contribute,” you pointed out.

“That’s only because you had practically taken them all down before we could do anything,” Sam defended.

“I know,” you grinned. “It was pretty awesome, huh?”

“Definitely,” Dean answered. “Maybe the three of us should head out to a bar and discuss some hunting techniques. You look like you have a lot of wisdom to impart.”

You eyed him carefully, sizing him up. “Alright,” you finally agreed. “You guys head out and I’ll follow you.” The two of them got back into their car, heading in the direction of the town. You followed them in your own car, feeling just the slightest bit excited at the chance to get to know them a little better.

—-

Twenty minutes later saw you sitting at the bar alongside Sam and Dean, the haze of cigarette smoke washing over you. When Sam got up to make a call, Dean turned his attention to you. “So,” he began. “How long have you been hunting?”

“A while,” you answered coyly.

“You don’t give much away, do you?” Dean observed.

“If I told you all my secrets, I’d have to kill you,” you told him with an air of mock seriousness. Dean grinned at you.

“I don’t doubt that you could.”

“Good. Underestimating me would be the last thing you would ever do,” you told him. “Just a word of warning.”

He looked down for a moment, considering something. After a moment, he glanced back up at you. “Will I have many more chances to underestimate you?” he asked hopefully. You bit the inside of your cheek, gazing at him thoughtfully.

“Do you want many more chances?”

“Definitely,” he answered.

“Well then. I guess you’re going to have to be on your guard,” you grinned.

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