Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader//Heart

Song of Choice: Hello My Old Heart- The Oh Hellos

Imagine: being a new hunter and having the Winchesters help you on a hunt.
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You winced at the smell. Never would you get used to the smell of rotting bodies. Sure, you were new to the job, so you still had a lot to learn, but you knew the whiff of decay would always follow you like grey clouds.

"So, any leads Sheriff?" You muttered, eyes widening on the hole in the women's chest. Her eyes were crusty and glazed over, splattered with blood. You closed your own and took a deep breath. The first thing you saw when you opened them was the Sheriff shaking his head and walking away from you, leaving you to deal with the murder yourself. You scoffed. "Thanks, big guy."

You pulled on a pair of gloves and kneeled next to the body, shifting the clothing to get a better look at the hole where her heart used to be. Something glinted darkly and, reluctantly, you stuck two fingers in her chest and plucked out a necklace. The pendant was sparkling like water in the sun with every move. It was seemingly clean, even though it had spent hours in her bloody chest. You carefully placed the pendant in your pocket, took a few pictures of the scene, and bid your farewell to the Sheriff.

On your way out, you bumped into the shoulder of a tall man who nearly took you off balance with just a tap. "I'm so sorry." You chuckled nervously, stepping back to look into the smiling eyes of the man.

"It's alright." You looked him up and down.

"Are you FBI?" He nodded confidently, causing your heart to drop into your stomach. "Ah, cool! Well... well have fun at the scene!" You laughed and rushed away, mentally reprimanding yourself at your immaturity to the situation. Before you were able to get away cut and clean, the Sheriff called your attention.

"Thanks, Agent Moore! Hope you found some clues as to what bastard did this." You stopped stone cold, hands freezing up as if the blood had just stopped circulating. And with that, you smiled at him and high-tailed it out of there and back to your five a night motel room that you were pretty sure was haunted.

There, your eyes scanned books filled with lore, yet you came up empty. The only supernatural monster you could think of that would take a heart would be a werewolf and on the rare occasion, a witch. You didn't think this was either, though. Confused, frustrated, and really needing a good cup of tea, you closed the book you were reading and fell back onto the couch with an outlandish groan. You decided to go outside and get a glimpse of sunlight before the sun decided to fall down for the day. Once your checkered flannel was over your shoulders and your phone and key safely put in your pocket, you headed out the door.

You breathed in the crisp air of pine trees the second you entered the outside. Closing your eyes, you took it in, implanting the moment of pine trees and the slight smell of smoke into your memories. A moment of peace, you thought. You didn't really get much of those anymore. You clicked the door shut behind you and threw your hands into your pockets, taking in another trace of air. "This feels like I'm in a Yankee Candle store," you chuckled to yourself. It was weird being surrounded by so much silence when your life was usually filled with the voices of the dead.

"So, I see you're here the same as we are." You gasped and jumped slightly, turning around with fists up. The guy in front of you held his hands up in a white flag motion. "Woah, easy there. I'm Sam, Agent Moore." He smirked and nodded at the tattoo on your wrist. "Hunter?" You nodded. "So am I."

"Y/N. Looks like we're working the same case, then." You smiled. "Thanks for freaking me out, by the way. Such a good way to start the morning: a dead body and the feds after me." The two of you laughed at that and then fell into a minute of silence, taking company in the mountains and each other.