Supernatural Imagines

Monsters?! (Winchesters)

🎶: 'Hurt' by Johnny Cash

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"NO! DON'T PLEASE!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, "Don't hurt him! PLEASE!"

You watched as the strange man who was bent over was going to take a bite from the man that lay unconscious on the carpet. The strange man looked at you with a smirk then raised his hand.

You were knocked into the wall, unable to move.

"PLEASE-"

You tried to speak but you weren't able move your mouth. You couldn't breath any more, you feared that you'd suffocate.

The strange man extracted something from the other that glowed blue. It floated in the air then landed into his mouth.

You tried your best to shout out for help but you couldn't.

CRUNCH!

You watched as he took out the man's heart and you broke into tears, muffled sounds coming out of your mouth.

And you watched him... continue eating up-

You screamed yourself awake, looking around the room with panic while you held onto the pistol in your hand. It was your brother's but after what happened last night, you took it for yourself for defense.

You hugged onto your covers tightly. Even though the bedroom lamp was on, you couldn't gather the courage to turn it off after last night. You still hallucinated shadows, staring at you and standing right next you your table. At one point you swore you saw a figure standing outside your window, the curtains blurred the identity of the person.

You started to cry silently, no one was going to come to keep you calm. No one was left with you.

And you'd probably stay like that forever.

*****

DING! DONG!

You opened the main door to find two guys standing there, all suited up with sad smiles on their faces. You raised an eyebrow and squinted at them slightly.

"Hi, are you [y/n] [y/l/n]?" The long haired one asked and you nodded, asking them why they wanted to know.

"Agents Presly and Sinatra," The other one, shorter in height, informed and both the men showed you their FBI badges. You sighed, a bit surprised to find them there.

The long haired one noticed your grief and asked, "Can we come inside?" You moved out of the way and smiled at them, gesturing for them to come in.

The men looked around the house then walked into the living room. "You've come about my brother right? I've already talked to the police," You rubbed your face.

"It's just routine Ms. [y/l/n]. We like to be thorough," The shorter one said and you nodded. "Please, call me [y/n]," You told, making an effort to smile.

You told the men about the whole incident. It was exactly like how you dreamt about it, eerie, painful and horrifying. You trembled as you talked about it, tearing up a bit.