«Supernatural». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that Dean liked you, and you were not indifferent to him. You were flirting a little with each other when the Winchesters came to you disguised as FBI agents. *** You met the brothers when they came on business to your neighbor, who had not been home for several days. It didn't bother you much, because Lorraine Green — and that was the name of your neighbor — could stand up for herself, if anything, and besides, she often disappeared for a while, but always came back later. She was always friendly and sweet, but you would never have thought that this woman was a witch who cursed all those who crossed her path. You and Mrs. Green got along right away, but at some point you had a big fight: she accused you of stealing some valuable book from her. As you found out later, she wanted to kill you by putting a magic bag in your house. The Winchesters barely managed to save you. You saw how Sam and Dean dealt with the witch. *** "So you're a supernatural hunter? And your brother too? Are you really brothers or are you pretending?" you bombarded Dean with questions while Samuel, delicately turned away, was digging in the trunk of the Impala, folding weapons. "Yes, yes, we really are brothers and we don't pretend," the guy answered all your questions. You've been talking about witches in general and Lorraine Green in particular. Mostly, Dean told me, and you just listened and asked questions from time to time. "I also want to be a hunter, it's probably fun," you suddenly declared. He smiled for a couple more seconds, after which the smile disappeared from his face and the guy became serious. "Y/N, you don't know what you're going for," he said bluntly, "you haven't studied it." "I know, Dean," you stubbornly replied, brushing your hair off your face to see the guy better, "you and Sam can teach me." "No, it seems to you that you know," the elder Winchester shook his head, "if you become a huntress, you will have to sever all ties with your loved ones, otherwise you may die Y/M/N, Y/F/N, Y/S/N and... your niece, in general, you didn't say what her name was," for a second you thought about it seriously and it seems that your face said everything for you, "here," the hunter spread his hands. "Then why are you doing this?" "The family business," the man answered briefly, "saving people, hunting things," seeing that you are not satisfied with this answer, he sighed heavily and reluctantly explained, "our mother died because of a deal with a demon." You raised an eyebrow and then nodded. "I'm sorry," you answered sincerely. The corners of his lips lifted in a faint smile and you involuntarily stared at her. "Dean," his younger brother called him, slamming the trunk, "let's go," the hunter continued the phrase when Dean turned around. The guy turned back to you. "I'll be right back," he went to the car, talked about something with his brother, then returned to you and led you along the sidewalk towards your house. Closing the door behind him, the guy came up to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, forced you to look into his eyes. "You can't come with us because you have a family here: parents, sister, niece, you don't want to put them all in danger, do you?" the green—eyed one asked, and when you shook your head, he summed up, pursing his lips, "then don't go hunting, do you understand me?" When you nodded, as if mesmerized, he briefly kissed you on the lips and left.

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Two years have passed Sam and Dean have come to your city again on a case involving supernatural beings. The younger hunter was looking for information about the creature in the news in the newspapers, and the older one, after talking with other hunters, tried to occupy himself with something, but it did not work. He couldn't get the image of the girl he had left in this city two years ago out of his head. "Do you want to check how Y/N is there?" the astute Samuel asked, he knew that Dean was remembering y/h/c, and when his brother nodded, the guy said just one word, "go." The elder Winchester remembered the street and the number of your house. When he knocked on the door, Y/M/N opened it for him. "Hello, is Y/N at home?" the guy greeted the woman, intently peering into the darkness of the corridor behind her. "Y/N left, but will be back soon," Mrs. Y/L/N said, "come in, you can wait for her here." The hunter accepted your mother's invitation and, taking off his shoes, went inside the house.

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Dean was talking to your dad about cars when the front door slammed. They got along well and didn't want to interrupt the conversation, although Y/M/N tried to feed them and called them to the table to eat. "Mom, I'm home!" you shouted, taking off your shoes and going into the house. "Daughter, and we have guests," Y/M/N Y/M/P exclaimed joyfully, coming out of the kitchen and wiping her hands with a towel. "Guests?" you frowned in disbelief. Your mother pointed to the living room, from where two male voices were heard, and if the first belonged to your father, then the second was half-familiar, you heard him somewhere, but could not remember exactly where, so you went into the room to find out the identity of your dad's interlocutor. "Dean?" you exclaimed in surprise when you saw the hunter. He just smiled. "Y/F/N," your mother called from the kitchen, "please help me open the jar." The man immediately got up and left the room. "Hi, Y/N," the smile did not want to slip from the guy's face. "Do you have a case or did you just remember about me?" you clarified, approaching the sofa on which the dark-haired man was sitting. "We have a case," the hunter did not hide, looking at you, "but I did not forget about you," the elder Winchester answered honestly. He smiled gently when you sat down on the sofa. "Two years have passed," you reminded, and the guy looked away. "I missed you, Winchester" you said, leaning forward to be closer to Dean and kissing the man. He kissed you back. "I missed you too, Y/N," the green—eyed man confessed, smiling sincerely and completely happily.