Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader//Redemption

Song of Choice: Something Beautiful- Tori Kelly | Litost- X Ambassadors

Imagine: helping your friend find redemption with the help of the Winchesters.
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Five years ago. You met Sam Winchester five years ago when a witch from your coven had gone rouge, lashing out at all those who hurt her and, ultimately, killing every single one of them. You were last on her list. Luckily, Sam and Dean Winchester, world savers, apocalypse stoppers, came to your rescue. You got away from Kory with only a few scars, some easier to hide than most.

After that, your coven split up and everyone went solo. You heard that Tal ended up in another coven up in New Jersey, but those were only rumours. Everybody got scared off by the Winchesters, even if they weren't there for any of them. However, Kory brought them in, and like the home wrecker she is- or was- wrecked the only group of friends you had ever known.

You tried to keep in contact with them, sending them a message every few days, not wanting to seem annoying or needy. They never answered back. Well, except for Julia. You were closest to her; the two of you stuck together like glue. Weeks went by, then months, then years. You and Julia kept in touch, occasionally meeting up for your regular occuring seance or spell that needed two witches. It was nice to see her. However, one day, she never answered you back. You caught wind that she had been killed by another rouge witch. After five years, you tapped in Sam's phone number, still remembering it. And when his voice filtered through your ears, you knew he had been waiting.

The three of you met up at a diner in downtown Seattle, as close as you could get to the crime scene without you going into full rampage. Car doors slammed, you smiled, hugged, and took a seat inside.

"So, how are you guys?" You smiled gently, taking the milkshake from your purple-haired waitress, taking a quick sip and scrunching up your nose when the cold seeped down your throat.

"Pretty good. Still hunting and making shitty mistakes that we end up fixing." Sam chuckled wryly, watching you with sparkling hazel eyes like he always did. He was an observer, unlike his brother. Dean looked, but he didn't really see. You assumed his defensive childhood was a partaker in that. It wasn't particularly a bad quality, but it was one you weren't used to as you were usually surrounded by witches, the most observant of all. "Did you find a new coven?" You shook your head.

"No, I decided to stick by myself. I meet up with a witch every once in awhile, but not lately. Not since I got the news that Julia..." You sighed and pulled your white and blue striped straw in your mouth, carefully sucking up as much of the sugary drink as you could handle. The atmosphere quickly turned solemn and it was, of course, your fault for bringing up such a subject. It needed to be brought up, though. That's what all of you were here for.

"So, what do you know about it? Julia's, uh, passing?" Sam's timid nature made you smile a bit. He was always a caring and compassionate man, you knew that.

"You can say death, but thank you for trying to be light. I caught it when I was passing through Idaho. Overheard another witch talking about it at a bar. She said it was gruesome, like somebody really had a grudge against her." You explained, sitting on your hands and rocking back and forth. "Jules had a lot of people after her. She didn't really make many friends when she was younger; did a lot of bad things. She tried to right all the wrongs, but some things just can't be fixed. I know a few names. Jules said that a man named Victor Marsh wouldn't let her help him, saying she had already done enough. And a girl, Kelsey Quill. She straight up slapped Jules. I don't know what she did to the two of them, but it had to be terrible if it evoked that much pain."