Song of choice: I Feel Everything- Cara Delevingne
Imagine: being an actress and sporting Dean's little child that he does not know about.
P.S: a Junkle is an invisible bird-like creature that I just made up. More info on it below the one shot if any of you are interested.
"Y/N, Y/N, what do you have to say about your daughter's birthday?" A reporter called out, shoving a microphone in your face. You have to fight hard not to roll your eyes. "Does it bring up bad memories? Who was the dad?" You gave her a forced smile and waved.
"Have a good day!" With that, you got into your limo. "Step on the pedal, Georgie. I need to get home." Your driver nodded and turned into the street, getting you as far away from the girl who pushed her job on others too much. You groaned and got out of the car as it came to its final stop, murmuring a thank you to Georgie before slamming the door shut. Your head was pounding.
"Never again am I doing three press conferences in one day." You grumbled, unlocking your apartment's front door and sighing in relief as the familiar smell of vanilla filled your senses. "Kaden? Are you here?" You voiced as you dropped your bag and coat on the floor, too lazy to walk five steps to the closet. A soft voice replied, being muffled slightly by giggles and squeals of laughter.
"Hey, Y/N!" Kaden smiled as she peeked her head around a wall. "I hope you don't mind that I took Justice to the park today. She was giving me the puppy eyes." You chuckled and nodded, bending down as your little girl ran into the room on bare feet.
"Hey, baby girl!" Justice jumped into your arms, wrapping her tiny ones around your neck as you stood and twirled her before resting her on your hip. "How was your day?" She grinned and started babbling on, not noticing you wave goodbye to Kaden or the door shutting.
"I fed some birds, Mommy! They were so cool. I got to see them up close with their fluffy feathers." Her voice used volume to emphasize how amazing everything was. You couldn't help but laugh.
"That sounds amazing, Jay." You were about to say more, but your phone rang and with an irritated groan, you answered. "Hello?"
"Hi, I don't really have time to explain anything right now, but you really need to just listen to me." A rushed, gruff voice came out over the line, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and tighten your grip on Justice. "I need you to lock all your windows and doors."
"Who is this?" You demanded, voice harsh. Justice gave you eyes filled with worry at your tone of voice. Luckily, she knew the coldness was not aimed her way; she knew that you could never get mad at her, no matter what she did.
"This is Dean Winchester. Now, listen to me and do as I said. It's for your own safety." You recognized the name, and now, you recognize the voice as well. With wide eyes, you let out a shaky breath and, arms holding Justice, go around your apartment and lock everything.
"Okay, everything's been locked. Now will you please tell me what is going on?" The line cut off, as did the power, and you were plunged into darkness. Justice whimpered and tightened her arms around your neck.
"Mommy, I'm scared." You tucked her head under your chin and rocked her as you slowly, carefully, made your way to the kitchen where you grabbed a butcher knife and left your phone.
"Dean?" You whispered out, not expecting an answer. However, you were met with a knock on your door which you quickly ran to and peeked through the peep hole. There stood a slightly aged Dean Winchester, the man who turned your life upside down by leaving. You opened the door and let him in. "What's going on?"
"There's a Junkle that attached to you and now it's going to strike. I'm here to help-" He cut himself off as he caught a glimpse of your features in a slim ray of sun peeking through your curtains. "Y/N? I-I didn't know."
"Nice to see you too, Dean." His comeback was interrupted by a growl and the sound of ceramics breaking. Justice screamed into your neck which muffled the sound. "Dean..." You trailed off, watching him hold up a bottle filled with a luminescent liquid. "What is that?"
"This is what's going to take this thing down."
A screech sounded in front of you and all you saw was a sliver beak before Dean pushed you gently to the side and sprayed it with the spray bottle. It yelped and suddenly there were glowing yellow eyes accompanying the slightly transparent beak. Justice was sobbing now and you were near that point as well, lungs heaving. Dean sprayed it again as it charged once more, revealing the rest of its body.
That was when he pulled out an arrowhead, and, after you covered Justice's eyes, plunged it into the bird's throat. With a gurgle it fell, turning into particles before it completely hit the floor. Your wide eyes focused in on Dean who had a small scratch on his cheek from the bird's claws that somehow grasped onto his flesh for mere miliseconds. "Are you alright?" All you could do was nod.
Your lights flickered on and Dean led you over to your sitting room where you cradled Justice in your lap, curling up on the couch. "I knew you had a dangerous job, but I didn't think it was whatever that was." You breathed after a minute of silence. "I thought you were in the Secret Service or something." Justice was asleep when you glanced down at her and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"It's been a long time." Dean responded simply, green eyes honed in on yours.
"It has. You've missed a lot, Dean." You willed your voice not to crack. It was hard to see the love of your life when you had still to move on.
"I've been keeping tabs on you." The Winchester admitted with a guilty conscious. "Through the internet. You've made quite a big name for yourself." You simply nodded and continued to rock your six year-old daughter.
"You must know then." He chuckled dryly which was all you needed for an answer. "Why did you not come back?" Dean closed his eyes and cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair.
"If I did, more stuff like that would come and get you. You and Justice. I couldn't let that happen. It already happened to my mom and my brother's girl, I couldn't let it get you too." His eyes were dewy once he opened them again. Carefully, you set Justice down on the couch and stood up, prompting Dean to as well. With slow movements, you wrapped your arms around him.
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
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Junkle information:
Basically, a Junkle is a hairless bird. It's the color of silver which makes it easier for it to clone its surroundings. It will attach to a person that it deems worthy of its knowledge, and then, when they are alone or at low risk, it will attack by turning all power off. If a Winchester isn't there to save the person, it will spit a poison out of its beak into the victim's face which creates a drug-like symptom where they will fall into a haze, taking in knowledge of Supernatural creatures before inevitably their organs turn silver and stop working.
Sorry for the simplicity and the maybe rushing nature?? I dunno, I went to sleep at four, leave me alone. Also, as you can probably tell, MY LAPTOP IS ALIVE!!!! YAHOOOOOOOOO!!!! And I'm also in a lot of pain because I just finished Voltron and IT HURTS..........
end me.
Anyways, how are you guys doing? Hopefully good, and if not, I wish you the best and more! You all deserve happiness.
stay thirsty my memes,
noelle
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Supernatural Imagines
Fanfiction(completed) just some random supernatural imagines and preferences that I decided to write. (the first few imagines are really crappy but I swear they get better) {characters are not mine}
