Supernatural Imagines

Cursed~ Sam Winchester

Waking up to your phone's ringtone piercing through the silence of the night you look over at the clock noticing it's only four am. You groan before reaching to your nightstand to grab said phone, you don't bother checking who it is when you click answer and put it to your ear, “y/n speaking, whoever this is better have a good fucking reason to be waking me up,” you grunt out.

“Y/n get your ass down to the clubhouse, now!” Demanded the voice that anyone would recognize as Gemma Tellers.

Before you even thought of a response the line went dead and you were rushing on a pair of skinny jeans and your boots that you have laying by your bed from that night before grabbing your gun and running to the door where your cut and the keys to your bike were sitting. The only time Gemma called you at a time like this there was some serious group issues going down, last time it happened was when the boys got locked up. Flying through traffic lights and stop signs without a care as long as you made it to the clubhouse in record time. When you pulled into the clubhouse parking lot beside all the other bikes you could see numerous forms of police as well as caution tape blocking off the garage. Worry filled you as you hopped off your bike and went to search for your group, finding them all tucked inside the clubhouse while Clay and Jax talked talked to the sheriff and someone who looked like an FBI agent. I eyed the man as I walked over to the group, “what happened?” I questioned when I was within earshot if everyone.

“Another body,” Tigs grumbled taking another shot.

“What, who?”

“Half-sack, a crow eater found him when she was trying to get freaky with one of our party guests.”

You nod sighing when you hear it was the prospect, “What's going on here, first a crow eater now sack? He was a good person even for a prospect man.”

You earn a few nods in agreement at your statement before Gemma walks up with a man dressed similar to the one Jax was speaking with, “This is agent Elliot,” she introduces the tall man as you openingly eye him.

He's no real fed that's for sure, you and every one of the guys could see that but you weren't going to say anything about it. Instead everyone watched him for awhile before he cleared his throat and spoke, “So I uh just wanted to ask you each a few questions about the victim, did any of you spend more time with him them others? It would be easier to start from there.”

Gemma answered him instantly before the guys could make any remarks, “Samcro's princess talked to him the most besides me and I already talked to you. The guys didn't pay him much mind apart from his prospect duties.”

Agent Elliot nodded as his eyes scanned the group before landing on you, “You're the princess I assume,” he says with a voice full of assumption as he extends a hand to you.

You smirk as you grip his large hand and give it a firm shake as you say, “Samcro's one and only.”

The Agent nods before he leads you to a table across the clubhouse and sits down to begin his questions, “So this is the second death near the clubhouse and they are both similar, did you know the first victim as well?”

“Her name was Candice she was one of the newer crow eaters here.” you explain simply before he asks another question.

“We're the two close, did you see them together did they talk about one another?”

Shaking your head you look at the officer and scoff, “Half-sack likes nice girls and most crow eaters here are the opposite of that, plus none of them would give the poor prospect the time of day”

He nods before tilting his head and speaking quieter, “Now what is a crow eater exactly?”

You chuckle and then bluntly reply, “The sluts of Samcro,” shocking him.