Title: Haunted House

Author: huntinghellhound

Word Count: 1086

Original Imagine/Request/Summary: Could you write an imagine where TFW is on a hunt in the readers home town and maybe they hunt in her old house and they find her room where she has Polaroid photos and baby pictures and pictures of her adorable ness in her room and they fawn over how cute she was and they see embarassing ones even?!?!? Thank you so much ilysm - anon

 Trigger Warnings: Mentions of a bad childhood, ghost?,

A/N: I had fun writing this. Thank you for requesting! And I love you too anon <3

Fic:

                Oh, shit, you thought as the memories of your childhood began to flood back through your mind with each step that you took through the palace of horrors. The walls were peeling from the cheap paint that your father had dressed it with so many years ago. The floors were chipped and dust was settled on the wood floor, which creaked under all four of the hunter’s steps. You shoved a piece of lone wood that sat alone in the middle of the living room so no one would have to step over it, but subconsciously you were taking out a little bit of anger on the dead chip of the tree. All of those years that your family never believed you and the things that you would see sent a ping of anger surging through your mind, but you shoved it out. You had more important things on your mind, such as ganking the son of a bitch.

                “You know, I’m not judging or anything, but you actually lived here?” Dean questioned out, his words echoing through the damp, molded walls. He had a small look of disgust that he was trying to hide, but he wasn’t too successful. His leg touched an old couch that was sat pathetically in the corner, which he flinched at. Sam chuckled softly at his brother’s near death experience with the loveseat.

                “It wasn’t this bad when we lived here. I guess vandalism,” You explained as you made your way up the unsteady stairs. You felt Castiel’s hands reach out and adjust themselves on your hips to make sure that the boards didn’t fall through. Your foot when through one of the steps, but his strong grasp kept you from possible breaking your bones. You had a flash of your childhood pulse through your mind as you remembered all of the times that you would skip up and down the stairs, and occasionally fall.

                “Y/N, stop rampaging up those things! You’ll wake up your dad!” Your mother yelled from the kitchen. She was plopping raw chicken legs into the fryer as you heard the skin sizzle at the heat. You peered through the railing and gave her a small, childish grin as she flashed you one in return while flipping another leg in the flour. Your older sister was sat on the couch, doing her algebra homework. At your age, you didn’t even know what long division was, so you didn’t pay her schoolwork much mind. Your focus changed from your sister and to the corner of your eyes as you saw something flash in the hallway. You took your frail body and quietly slipped past the vision of your mother, and followed the flash until you saw your sister’s room downstairs with the door wide open. Standing in the room was a dark shadow, faceless and emotionless. His brimmed hat stood out on his undefined face as you studied him for a few moments. You mouth hung slightly opened as you were entranced by the stranger, not knowing what to do as he disappeared. You peered away from the room and ran down the hallway and to your mom, hitting her legs with your hands for attention.

                “What? What do you want?” She said playfully, giving into your actions. She squatted down and made her face level to yours. “What could possible so important?”

                “I saw the man, again!” You whined out, hitting your mom’s hands in excitement. Her playful smile vanished from her face, exchanged for a frown.

                “Y/N, you know that man isn’t real? He’s just in your head, okay?” She whispered as she cupped your face softly in her hands. You shook your head in frustration at being told that something you obviously witnessed wasn’t true. You tore your mom’s hands from your face and stormed upstairs, locking yourself in your room.

You pushed the weak door open, it making hissing noises as it was disturbed. Your bed was still in its same place, along with all of your old posters. A lone poster board hung above your bed donning pictures from your childhood. There were a few with your friends back from your first grade class; you each had some sort of animal characteristic painted onto your face, and you had whiskers for a cat. Sam, Dean, and Cas all mad their way into the space and started to pilfer through your old things, getting a feel of what you were like before you were introduced into the hunter life. You stood up on the rickety bed to get a better look at the memorabilia closer. Dean hopped up as well, following Sam behind as Cas looked on from the floor.

                “Really? Are you really wearing an Aaron Carter t-shirt?” Sam joked as he plucked the picture from the board and studied it. He laughed as he showed Dean and Castiel, each of them grinning at the embarrassment.

                “He was hot then,” You and Dean spoke at the same time as he swallowed harshly, but everyone just threw the comment to the side for the meantime. “Hey, look at this one,” He pointed out as he yanked a picture of you naked in a tub when you were about two years old. It was cliché, a rubber yellow ducky and all. “This is going on the internet,” He chuckled while he attempted to whip his phone out to take a picture, but you wouldn’t stand for it. You lunged at him, forgetting your unsteady ground was a bed and hopped onto his back as he threw you off. The bed shook violently as it crumbled to the floor, leaving Sam and Dean falling to their dramatic ‘death’. You screamed as your feet slipped off the edge of the mattress, but you landed in the angel’s arms.

                “Great catch,” You huffed as you looked at the collapsed brother’s on the floor. Sam’s foot was rested on Dean’s face, and his arm was shoved underneath Sam’s arm as they struggled to get off of each other.

                “Yes, you are,” Castiel muttered in reply as he put you back down on your feet, grinning. You looked at him with amusement and confusion at the angel’s sudden flirty vibe. “I learned it from a movie,” he admitted. You giggled at him a placed a small peck on his scruffy cheek.

                “I didn’t say you were wrong,” You jested as strutted from the room, leaving two brother’s wrestling away from each other and a stupidly-grinning angel in the room.