Requested by MrsmoosesTARDIS Thank you! Expect more today as well! I know somethings in this story kinda don't go along with the actual show. You will see what I mean, but just stick with me here.
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(Y/F) (Y/L), a very successful hunter, well known around the hunter community, you could call her famous. Never would anyone think that she would have a slip up, no not the (Y/N).
Walking to the bar of The RoadHouse, your red flannel shirt tied up, showing off your toned stomach. A cowboy hat perched on your (H/C) soft locks, that was given to you by your deceased father. The anti-demon possession tattoo rested on your collarbone, just above your breast, was easily seen.The men whistled and hollered, a common gesture when you came around. Pulling up a bar stool, you rested your elbows on the counter.
"Ah, (Y/N). What a pleasure. Watcha want? Beer? Shots? Sex on the beach?" Ash asked, swaggering over to your spot behind the bar. He raised an eye brow.
"Ash! Dammit, how many times have I told you, cut that damn mullet then try picking up girls. Jesus." Ellen hollered at her son from the storage room. She came out holding a crate of beer, stocking it on the one of the shelves.
"Women and their fricken complications, Jesus. You ain't the boss of me, dammit!" Ash turned to face his mother.
"The hell I am, now go fix your damn computer thing. It beeping again and its annoying the crap outta our customers." Ellen ordered.
"Shit." He ran out of the bar and to his 'computer thing'.
"Hey Ellen, I'll take a few rounds." You gestured to the liquor on the shelves behind her.
"Ah (Y/N), sorry. That idjit just can t hold back. How've ya been?" Ellen asked, pouring two shots and sliding them to you. You grabbed them, one after another, chugging them down. You let out a sigh and fiddled with the empty shot glass.
"Well, to be honest. I don't know. The creatures just keep coming. Two nests of vamps in one city. One city! I had to call Bobby and a few others. They were taken down, but almost everyone had some major wound." You heaved, shaking your head.
"I hear ya, a few hunters when out to burn a wendigo a few days ago. They took extra precautions, too. There were three hunters, one came back, without a leg. Cut clean off. Apparently, five wendigos formed together in that area. I've never heard of such a thing, don't they like solitude?" Ellen leaned against the counter, grabbing on of your empty glasses and pouring one for herself.
"Monsters, huh?" You chuckled, you grabbed the bottle and threw it back. You about drained it until you realized you had a hunt tonight. No time to be drunk for that. Setting the bottle down, you grabbed a 20$ bill out of your pocket and gave it to Ellen. "I'll see you later Ellen, don't let anything happen to my car got it? Demons, they can be pretty nasty, am I right?"
"Of course, always happy to house your most prized possession." Ellen smiled and put the bill in the register. Your car, a 1969 Plymouth Road Runner. Lately when you would drive it to the hunt sites, it always ended up getting destroyed. But your father taught you how to fix up cars, so it was no big deal. But you couldn't stand to see your baby hurt. So you left it at The RoadHouse and had a friend drop you off.
"See ya, Ellen." You waved and walked out.
"Don't get hurt now, Ill be waiting." She said.
You nodded and hopped in the passenger seat of your friends truck.
"Where to?" He asked.
"Billings, North Dakota.There's a demon to kill there." And with that, your road trip to Billings began.
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Supernatural Imagines
FanfictionJust some Supernatural imagines. I do not own anything! They get better as you read I promise! Please feel free to comment and share and like and enjoy to your hearts content! I don't post very much anymore, my life has taken a different turn, but I...
