Supernatural Imagines

Nightmare - Dean Winchester Imagine

You had just arrived in a small town. You were just passing through because you needed to fill up the tank on your 1964 Aston Martin DB5. It was like the one from that James Bond movie. Goldfinger. You hadn't been in town for ten minutes when the guy from the garage grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to a cellar beside their house.

"Emily. Come on out. We have someone else." The guy holding your arm said. The girl in the cellar quickly climbed out while the sheriff held a gun to you and his deputy held a gun to the very attractive man in the cellar. "Get in." The guy holding you said gruffly shoving you in the cellar.

"What the actual fuck?" You muttered as the cellar door was slammed on you, leaving you stuck with a stranger in a dim light.

"They're going to sacrifice us." The man muttered to you. You turned to him. Your eyes wide. You had just came to go on a road trip after growing up in Australia you just wanted to travel the world and now you were finding out that you were going to be killed. 

"Are you kidding me?!" You practically shouted at the man. He looked at you surprised. "I just came here for a holiday and now I'm gonna die? I knew I should have went to the Carribean." You ranted.

"I'm assuming you're not from around here then." He said to you.

"Brilliant observation Sherlock." You snapped in your thick Australian accent. 

"Where you from?" He asked. You shot him a look that screamed 'Really?' 

"Australia." You muttered sitting down.

"I'm Dean, Dean Winchester." He introduced.

"Hi, I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." You said with a slight smile.

"Well (Y/n), I promise that I will get you out alive." He, Dean vowed. After a few minutes the door opened.

"It's time." The woman said. You and Dean looked at each other nervously. They pulled you and Dean out of the cellar and dragged you both to the orchard where they proceeded to tie you to two adjacent trees. 

"How many people have you killed, Sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?" You heard Dean ask from where he was tied. You looked up at the sheriff to see his reaction but his face stayed blank.

"We don't kill them." The sheriff stated.

"No, but you sure cover up after. I mean, how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?" Dean continued. The sheriff didn't answer, he just walked away.

"Please. Please don't do this. You have a choice, all you need to do is make the right one." You begged to the couple that owned the garage.

"Try to understand. It’s our responsibility. And there’s just no other choice. There’s nobody else but you." The woman replied. You scowled. 

"What about that chick that was in the bloody cellar before me?" You asked.

"The town needs to be safe. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one." The woman continued ignoring me as they all walked away. 

"I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it!" Dean shouted after them. You gave him a look that said shut up.

"So what's the plan?" You asked him, remembering he promised he would get you out of this alive.

"I'm workin' on it." He muttered.

"You don't have a plan do you?" You asked. 

"I’m workin’ on it. Can you see?" He said sounding slightly panicked.

"What?" You asked confused. 

"Is he moving yet?" He asked.

"Who?" You replied. That was when you saw a shadow. "Fuck." You muttered.