Supernatural Imagines

Sam and Dean x reader--Escape

Imagine Sam and Dean finding you on the side of the road after escaping a kidnapper.

You collapse at the side of a road, gasping for breath. Your knees hit the ground and you wobble to stay in an upright position. Glancing over a shoulder, you check again for your pursuers. The wooded area behind you is vacant with an eerie mist hanging in the trees.

As the adrenaline drains away, you start to feel dizzy, and your head begins to spin. Your body becomes limps and you topple to the ground in a heap as your vision fades to black.

A bright light. The sound of tires on gravel. The slam of a car door. Footsteps jogging towards you.

You groggily open an eye to see two pairs of feet at your side. Two hands slide between your body and the ground and you are hoisted into the air. Hanging limply in these arms, you are carried to the car. Voices whisper, but are muted and muffled by the ringing in your ears.

You are laid down on your back on a hard seat. The car door slams shut and the engine starts up. Despite wanting to sit up and take a better look at your surroundings, the bouncing of the car sends your eyes fluttering closed.

A pain in your chest throbs and you scrunch your face. Light from the outside world penetrates your eyelids, gently nudging you awake. Your hand feeling heavy, you rub your eyes until they can open at least a little.

You are met with a view of the backside of the front seats.

"She's awake," a voice whispers from what feels like beside you.

You try to sit up but the pain suddenly spikes, making you moan. 

"Woah, take it easy," a slightly different voice says. 

You lay all the way down and stare at the ceiling of the car. A head is leaning over you through the window.

"Hey there," Dean Winchester, your long time friend, says.

"Hey, you," is all that makes it past your lips.

He chuckles and pulls away. The passenger side door opens and Sam sits in the seat. He turns to see you.

"How're you feelin'?"

"Glorious."

Sam laughs too as if everyone has come to a mutual understanding that laughing will magically make everything better in this situation.

"We just stopped to get gas and food. Are you thirsty?"

You nod.

"Can you sit up?" he asks as he opens a bottle.

With your weak arms, you manage to push yourself up and lean your back against the car door. He passes you the water bottle, which you graciously down at once. The cool liquid covers your sandy throat with a glossy layer and sends chills of satisfaction down your spine.

You give him the empty bottle which he tosses into the trash can next to the gas pump. The driver's side door opens and Dean swings himself inside. He hoists two grocery bags over his head and onto the floor in front of you.

"I got us some pie, some pizza, a salad for Sammy, beer, water, coffee, and other necessary sustenance."

"Thanks," you say, your voice a tad stronger and fuller.

Dean starts the engine and pulls out of the station. Silence hangs in the car as you all wait for someone to ask the major question.

"So, how'd you escape?" Sam finally asks.

"It sure wasn't easy," you say as you try to find the right spot to start.

"No kidding," Dean chimes in, "we tried about a billion ways to get you out. We ambushed them, and tried to sneak in, and sent in people to infiltrate the place. We even tried to get captured ourselves! But every time they just threw us out. They didn't kill us or torture us or imprison us. They just kicked us out with a few scrapes and chased us away. They only wanted you."

"How long was I in there?"

"Almost a month," Sam says and the silence returns as you don't know how to answer.

"So..." Dean starts, "how did you get out?"

You sigh and prepare for the long story. "One morning I woke up and couldn't remember a thing. I didn't know how I got there or where I even was. I found these cuts and bruises..."

You roll up your sleeves to reveal an array of purple splotches and scars.

 "They're all over my body. I had a feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there. I just knew that whoever did this to me was going to do it again. So that night, before bed, when a lady came in to give me these pills, I decided not to take them. Just to see what would happen. So I back-washed them into the paper cup for water and crumpled it up. I opened my mouth so she thought I swallowed them, and threw the cup away in a trash can.

"When I woke up the next morning, I was starting to remember. I remembered you two and the bunker. There was little bits and pieces of everything. But at the end of the day, I almost had all my memory back, so once again, I skipped my pills that night. I had broken off a piece of my bed which I used to knock out the nurse lady. I sneaked out the door and barrelled through a few guards. They chased me out the door and followed me through the forest, shooting their guns all over the place. I tripped a couple times and it got really cold at night, so when I reached the road, I was so exhausted that I just collapsed."

"So you would have gotten out faster if they hadn't kept wiping your memory?" Sam says.

You nod.

"You don't remember anything before that?" Dean asks.

"Nope."

"Man, some of those cuts look really bad. I can help patch you up while Dean drives home." Sam climbs into the back seat and holds your arm in his hand.

After finding bandages and other first aid materials, Sam begins tending to your wounds as Dean drives down the smooth road.

"We almost went insane looking for you," Sam starts as he wraps your arm up.

"Yeah. I'm glad you at least remember us," Dean laughs, "Then we would go insane."

Sam moves to my other arm. He drips peroxide onto the wounds and I wince when they sting. Then with the bandage, he wraps my arm up.

"Hey where were you guys driving when you found me?"

Sam chuckles, "Well, Dean here wanted some pie."

"Hey, we had been sitting in front of that place for ages."

"Well, I have Dean's sweet tooth to thank for my coincidental rescue."

"Here that, Sammy? Never deny the pie, my boy. Never deny the pie. It saves lives."

A/N: Hey, I've noticed that a lot of imagines on here do a 'spin the bottle' imagine. I was wondering if you guys would like to see stuff like that or if it's a little weird and cheesy. I personally have mixed feelings about it. 

Please comment below your opinions so I can decide whether or not I should write one here.

Thanks,

Dia