Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

Rules of Life (Winchesters×Reader)

Plot: You've been a lone wolf ever since your dad died and his advice has stuck with you. You followed it until you met the Winchesters.

You were a hunter. The only one where you were from, but you and your dad would hunt together before he died. He told you everything you needed to know on his death bed, including his "Rules of Life."  These rules were things you'd heard littered through out your childhood, but only now were you putting two and two together.

   "Remember the 3 life rules. 1. Be comfortable in your own skin. 2. Live in the moment, don't dwell on decisions because once it's done, it's done. And finally, 3. Friends are dangerous. Don't make them. Be careful, (Y/N), I don't want to see you hurt." Your dad stroked your hand before he flatlined.

   3 years later and you were following his rules, that was until you walked into a burger joint in Illinois. You sat down, waiting to get your order taken. The waitress walked up to your table, mumbling as she asked you what you wanted. You told her, giving her the cheesiest smile you could muster up. She scoffed, leaving you satisfied.

   "Sam, these things aren't normal. Hearts are being ripped out across the state. I-I don't like the sound of any of this." whispered the man sitting in the booth behind you. You swiveled around in your seat.

   "Sounds like a werewolf, buddy. Those things rip hearts out by the dozen." you whispered in the man's ear, sending shivers down his spine. He shot his head around and looked at you in disbelief. The waitress came with their food and then she slammed yours down on the table. You winked at her, leaving her uncomfortable. She sure as hell wasn't getting a tip. As you chowed down on your food, you felt the boy, who's name seemed to be Sam, looked at the back of your head every once and a while. Finishing up your food, you went up to the cash register to pay, but didn't get very far when you were pulled down into the booth of the men.

   "How did you know it was a werewolf?" the man said still having a grip on your arm.

   "I hunted them all the damn time with my dad when I was younger. I can tell what half the monsters that exist are by just a sentence. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go pay for the food that that bitchy waitress gave me." You tried to release your arm from his grip, but you couldn't. He wasn't letting you go anywhere.

   "I'm Dean, that's Sam. We're going to need your help." Dean begged as you still struggled. Shit. I can't do this. I've been hunting by myself since my dad got sick. I couldn't hunt with other people, even if I tried. You shook your head. He released, so you got up, payed, and quickly walked out of the burger joint. The bell of the door rang as you walked out of the building. You walked over to your 1960 Harley Davidson, which has belonged to your dad.  There was a '67 Chevy Impala that was parked next to your bike. You admired it. It was beautiful, mint condition.

   "You like the car, huh?" a familiar voice chuckled behind you. You turned to see Dean. You smiled back, nodding.

   "You can trust us, kid." Dean said after you nodded. You looked at your feet. You couldn't. Your dad told you not to.

  "I-I can't. My dad told me to be a lone wolf...and I'm very content with being a lone wolf." you admitted. Sam and Dean shared a look.

   "At least tell us your name."

   "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

   "(Y/L/N).....sounds familiar. Your dad wouldn't have happened to know John Winchester? Did he?" Winchester...the most recognizable name to any hunter. You nodded. The boys smiled and told you that your dads' had been friends for years. That was until John died.

   Wow. Your dad, the lone wolf, had a friend. Maybe if he had a friend, you wouldn't hurt if you had some, too.
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   Well, this was long! Sorry kids. I hope you guys are enjoying my stories....they're not the best, but what can ya do? Hope you guys are gooda cheese. Love y'all - Emma