Supernatural Imagines

Tiger

"The answer is no." Dean said as you sighed loudly. "Don't give me that sigh, I invented that sigh." 

"But why not?" You groaned. "I'm fully trained, I've killed before, and by the time you and Sammy were my age you had gone on so many hunts by yourselves." 

"We're not going to let our little sister turn out the way we did." Dean protested. "You have a future." 

"I don't want that future!" You yelled. "All I want is to be with my two big brothers, and if that means hunting, then I'll do it."

"No, and you won't lose us. Now get to your room." Sam said joining Dean's side. 

"Oh, like I listen to you, you're not Dad." 

"Yeah, well, we're bigger." Dean stepped forward and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, and you screamed the whole time. "Yell all you want sis, but we're doing this because we love you." 

He carried you to your room, and as Dean threw you on your bed, Sam closed the door before you could get out. You ran to the door and pounded on the door. "When I get out of this room, you'll regret it." You yelled. 

******

You sat on your floor digging through your closet trying to find what you had buried all those months back. Finally you found the box with the swirling markings on it, and you opened it up to see a key. "Bingo." You stood up and walked to the door, and stuck the key in the keyhole and twisted. 

The door clicked open, and you pocketed the universal key. You made sure to sneak around, and you grabbed some tools from the weapons room and grabbed the demon blade. Once that was done you escaped out of the bunker leaving a note for your two brothers. 

*****

You followed some demonic omens to a small town outside Kansas City, and in the end you ended up killing about five demons, but you got captured by one. The demon tied you up. 

"Tell me, how does a person learn how to kill five demons when they look so young?" The demon cooed, and when you didn't answer he took one of your knives and sliced across your chest making you bite your cheek. "Who taught you?" Once again you didn't answer, he sliced your cheek making you whimper. 

He kept questioning you, and each time you refused to answer. By the end you were covered in cuts and bruises. Tears rolled down your cheeks, but you still refused to scream. This made the demon even more mad, and finally he cut your arm and gathered some blood in a bowl. "Who are you calling?" You asked knowing what he was doing. 

"Someone who will know how to get the information out of you." He hissed. 

Moments later you heard a British accent behind you. "Well, what do we have here?" You whipped your head around to see a shortish stoutish man standing there smiling. He circled in and stared you down. "You have very familiar features, tell me sweetheart, what's your name?" 

"Bite me." You growled. 

"How dare you!" The demon that caught you said taking a step towards you, but the stout one raised his hand making him stop. 

"Not yet," The man said, and then he looked back to you. "I'm not sure if you've heard of me, but my name is Crowley." 

The name rung a bell. "The King of Hell." You said. 

"So you have heard of me, but I haven't heard of you. One would think that such a skilled hunter as yourself would have appeared on my radar, so tell me how have you evaded me all these years?" He said. 

You just scowled because you wouldn't give up your brothers, but Crowley's face lit up like he recognized you. "You're a Winchester!" He exclaimed. "A girl Winchester! Why your brothers have kept you a very precious secret. Where are Moose and Squirrel? If they're letting you hunt, then they must be close by." 

"Leave them out of this." You hissed. 

Crowley nodded. "So, you ran away from them, and now you're captured." 

"Shut up demon." You growled. 

Crowley laughed. "My you do have a bite to you, I think I'll call you Tiger." You glared at him, and then Crowley's smiling face changed to almost fear. "Why don't you seem more worried? My demon here says you didn't talk, yet by the looks of you he tortured you pretty good, now tell me.... where's your fear?" 

You didn't answer, you just sat there breathing heavily, and Crowley just continued. "You're not scared because you know someones coming for you, and the only people who would ever come for you are your brothers." 

A smirk played across your face. "And no matter how many favors you've done for them, when they see you here with me tied up and bloody, nothing will stop them for getting their revenge." You smiled. "So, Crowley, tell me, do you want to die for something you didn't do, or do you want to be their hero and release me." 

Crowley seemed to ponder this, until he nodded and stepped forward to let you go, but as he did you heard the sound of yelling, and you looked passed Crowley to see Sam standing there wielding an angel blade as he pulled it out of a demon. Dean ran forward with another angel blade, and the fury in both their eyes was evident as they charged at Crowley. 

"Stop!" You yelled, as much as you wanted Crowley dead, this wasn't his fault. Your brothers stopped and stared at you. "He was letting me go," 

"She's right, I did none of this to her." Crowley added raising his hands. 

"Then why are you here?" Dean growled. 

"My demon called saying he caught an expert hunter, and she wouldn't give any information, so I came to see who it was, and that's when I recognized her as your sister." 

"Well, this is all well and good, but can someone please help me." You groaned. Sam stepped forward and cut you loose and caught you in his arms. "Thank you." 

******

You laid in your bed as Sam and Dean both stitched you up, neither of them saying a word, but  you knew they were mad. "You know before I got captured I did take out five demons." You said. 

"But it only takes one demon to kill you." Dean said in a near growl. 

"If you were there to back me up, I wouldn't have gotten captured, but you made me run away." You protested. "So whose really to blame." 

"You." Dean and Sam said together. 

"And now we're never you letting out of our sight." Sam said.