Supernatural Imagines

The Good Witch Sam Winchester X Reader

A few sprigs of lavender, some sage leaves, a sprinkle of black cohosh and the petals of a rose. These ingredients fill the mortar as a pestle is taken to them, crushing the herbs until only bits are left.  A single crystal quartz is placed in the middle of the herbs, taking the plants essence within itself  and giving some back in return, a quick charge. A tall, light blue candle is set in the center of a dim room. The crushed herbs are sprinkled around the well-used candle as the charged crystal quartz is placed before it. A heavily bejeweled hand strikes a glistening match, the flame flickering with new life. Few and dainty words are whispered as the candle takes light and a soothing aroma will soon enchant the air.

"Damn, all that for a little healing candle." You sighed, plopping onto the nearest sofa. "Stupid over the counter medication can't seem to do crap for a headache. But hey, nothing a little witchcraft can't solve, huh?"

Sure witchcraft was incredibly powerful, but sometimes the more simpler of spells procures the biggest reward. Yes, you were a witch, practicing the arts for as long as you could remember. Your mother was from a large and famous coven, your father was in and out of your life. You learned multitudes of information from the coven and your mother, until you decided to leave and go on your own little journey, you wanted to test your mastery of the craft. But it was 2017, and in this day and age witches were very unheard of plus you couldn't really just go live off the land. So you modernized with the rest of the world, and you got a normal job, a normal house, a normal life. But you still honed your skills every night and continued to learn and grow. You also made yourself very well known to the hunting community and you had excellent ratings, which earned you more cash. And on occasion a few people who have seen your craigslist ads ask if you could brew up a potion or two, but of course for a cost!

"Okay, Sirius," you called over your larger than life black dog, "should I call some spirits tonight with the Ouija board, or make some spell bottles?"

Your dog just gave you a snort and left your side to go stare out the window.

"Spell bottles it is." You nodded, zooming into the kitchen and to your collection of assorted herbs, spices, and seasonings. "Hmmm, maybe a luck one? Or perhaps I could make a few hexes! Natalie at work has been getting on my nerves...." You cackled, but was interrupted by the sound of your ringtone in the other room.

"Just when I thought I could get some work done." You sighed, speed walking into the other room before the call ended. "Hello, this is (Y/N)!"

"(Y/N)! Damn happy you picked up." A gruff voice called from the other line.

"Dean?" You were puzzled, if this as in fact Dean, it had been ages since the two of you had talked, let alone seen each other.

"Yeah, it's me, hey I need to ask you a favor..."

You growled, last time they asked you a favor all three of you ended up in jail with four figure fines to your names. Until of course you conjured up some spell work with some make shift materials and the law let you free with only a warning. Plus you got beaten up to hell and Sirius did not like the new look.

But, if Sam was gonna be there, which he definitely was, it would give you all the more reason to go.

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you walked over to your alter dedicated to protection, which you might be needing a lot of if you take Dean's offer. "Okay, what do you need me for?"

"Long story short, there is a big, bad coven wrecking some shit in some town and of course Sam and I could handle them but they are also just humans too, but magical humans and we don't know how to properly dispose of the bodies. Plus having a witch back us up on a witch hunt is also very helpful." You could practically hear the cheesy smile Dean was giving you over the phone. "Plus Sammy will be there."