Supernatural Imagines/One shots

A Pattern - Young Winchesters

Characters: Sam (13), Dean (17), Bobby, John, Reader (female/15)
Type: ? / Action
Word Count: 1063

Dean, Sam and I have been friends since I can remember. Their dad is one of the most infamous hunters of his generation, and my dad isn't so bad either. 

"Dean! Dad and Bobby are back!" Sam yelled excitedly. 

We all rushed to the window - they'd been away for almost two weeks, and let's just say we were getting restless, cooped up in my house. The two men were greeted by a hug each from me and Sam, while Dean hung back in the hallway.

"Did you kill it?" Dean asked what we were all thinking.

"Yes. But we've picked up a new case that we can't figure out." Dad answered, ruffling my hair. I beamed up at him, taking his coat and hanging it up.

Once we were all settled, John and Dad showed us all the researched they'd been doing. Sam and I felt honoured to be part of this - they usually tried to keep us out of these types of things as we were younger.

"The demon has sucked the souls of five people in the neighbourhood." Dad informed us. 

"Our neighbourhood?" I asked nervously.

Dad smiled sympathetically at me, "No sweetie. The next town over. Anyway, the deaths haven't been violent, the bodies basically untouched..."

"So, the five deaths," John pressed, "One was an old construction worker who was attacked after badly cutting his arm on some machinery. Two victims were high school girls, both killed in the school bathroom. One was a 30-year-old woman in her home, and a 26-year-old woman on her way back from a party."

"We can't find a pattern for the life of us," my dad sighed, running a hand down his face. They looked so defeated and tired; I knew I had to be the one to help. 

"How did the man hurt himself?" Sam questioned.

"Cut open his arm real bad, blood everywhere. Demon put the poor guy out of his misery if you ask me." 

I looked over at Dean who was wearing a perplexed expression. Everyone seemed stumped, so I closed my eyes and breathed.

"Maybe you two should go to bed," I suggested, "Look at it tomorrow with fresh eyes."

"Yeah. No offence guys, but you look awful." Dean said.

Dad and John didn't need much convincing, both muttering agreements and leaving. Once we were alone, I took the opportunity to turn to brothers: "I'm gonna go to bed too." I faked a yawn, retreating to my room. I shamelessly poured over my dad's research books into the early hours of the morning. With the help of the Internet too, it wasn't too hard to find something useful. 

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"Mornin' sweetheart, boys." Dad greeted, sitting down at the breakfast table. I pushed a plate of homemade pancakes in front of him, which he accepted gratefully. John was already at the table, with his head in his hands. "Any ideas after sleeping on it?"

"No." John snapped, "And there's been another death, only a few streets away. A teenage girl, no older than Dean."

I sucked in a loud breath, causing everyone to stare at me with concerned expressions, "I mean, sucks for her, but I've figured it out."

"You have?" Dean asked sceptically, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes." I paused for dramatic effect. "Blood."

"Blood." John repeated, annoyance building.

"Blood. The man was bleeding heavily before the attack and the other victims were women, all relatively young women."

Everybody's faces remained blank, so I continued.

"The demon sucks on souls, yes. But thanks to my amazing research skills, I know that it seeks supposedly weaken victims. The blood. It tracks blood because it presumes they're injured and an easy target. The only male was bleeding and the women, well, you know."

My Dad made a sound of realisation, breaking out into a proud grin. "My daughter's a genius!"

However, the Winchesters looked lost. John said slowly, "Only the man was bleeding..."

"OH!" Sam interrupted, "Nice one!" 

I put the other two out of their misery. "The women were probably menstruating."

John looked embarrassed for not knowing while Dean made an unpleasant face. "Jeez," Dean muttered. 

"Got something to say, Dean?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"No. Just... It's gross, right?" He looked to his brother for approval. Sam shot him back an icy glare, making me smile internally.

"It's really not, you idjit." I bluntly responded. I turned back to my father, a plan already formulated in my mind. "The last death was super close by, right? Well... guess who just stared her period?!" I grinned with mock enthusiasm. 

My dad's cheerful smile disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Come on, it'll be fine! Make one of the boys be bait with me." I put on a sweet smile, batting my eyelashes at the brothers. 

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So that brings me to now.

The chilly evening air makes me pull my thick jacket closer around my shivering body. The moon peaks out from behind the grey clouds, lighting my path as I walk in circles around the local park. We decided that the demon would be more likely to attack if I was alone, however, Dean and Dad keep watch from benches at either end of the park. Sam, despite his protests, was forced to stay at home with John - it's for the best but I still feel bad for him, he's not a little kid anymore. 

Just as I'm about to pass Dean for the fifth time, I'm hit from behind with such force that I fall flat on my stomach, scraping my cheek in the process. I groan and feel a pair of hands grab me roughly, rolling me onto my back. It's pale, strong hand wraps around my throat tighter than a noose, while I struggle helplessly for breath. 

Three deafening gunshots boom, the body is yanked off me and is soon writhing in agony on the ground. 

"Are you okay, baby?" Dad shouts, sprinting up to me and helping me up. 

I stagger to my feet and give him a weak smile, "Super." I reply, watching Dean, who has taken care of the demon. He faces me, blood splattered across his face, chest rapidly rising and falling.

"You okay, son?"

"Yeah." 

I give Dean a thumbs up and he chuckles quietly. "You're okay?" he asks me, and I nod. 

"Well, I'm proud of you both. Let's go, I bet Sam's itching to know how it went."