Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Part Six: Succumb to the Pain (d.w)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, murder by magic

Summary: Your powers go haywire and start affecting others around you, so the best thing Dr. Strange can come up with is keeping you trapped down in his basement until he can figure out a way to get the Mark off you. Dean vows he'll do anything to save you but you can't ignore the burning sensation in your body for much longer. You need to kill and you'll do anything to do it.

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The best thing for Dean is to go back to Kansas while you stay in New York and figure out what the next steps are for the Mark. At least, that's what you told Dean when you told him to go. He wanted to stay with you, but you figured you could use this time to reflect on the situation. Plus, Stephen isn't going to let you out of his sight now that he knows what's going on with you, so he basically forced you to stay in New York.

Dean calls and you answer with a sigh. It's cute how much he worries but you're worried that you're going to do something to hurt him. You can't fathom the idea of hurting him which is also another reason why you told him to go. You don't want to put him in harm's way, and you know for a fact that it'll happen if he stays with you.

"Hi, Dean," you say in a gentle voice.

"Hey, I'm just checking on you. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Listen, if I could beat the Mark, you definitely can. You're a lot stronger than I am."

"You turned into a demon because of it. What's that going to be like for someone like me?"

"It won't get like that. Dr. Strange will figure a way out of this before it does."

You want to believe him, but you don't. You want to feel comfort in his words, but it only makes you more anxious. You look at the tree to your right and frown when you see the wood starting to turn a lighter shade than it normally is. Dean is talking but you don't hear a word he's saying because you're so focused on the tree next to you. There are hundreds if not thousands in Central Park so why is this one sticking out to you?

You walk closer to it and notice the tree getting smaller and smaller all the while getting lighter and lighter. Soon, the leaves fall off and the tree turns back into a seed before disappearing completely.

"I'll call you back," you say and hang up on Dean.

You walk around in confusion and look around to see if any of the other trees are doing the same thing. There is an elderly lady feeding the birds with seeds she purchased from one of the stands nearby, and you walk closer to admire what she's doing. The birds hop over to you to peck at the food near your feet, and your eyes widen when you see them both changing. One of the birds starts to shrink like the tree until it gets to the state it's in when it's a baby inside of an egg. The other one gets older until it explodes, and you jump back from the shock.

You immediately run from the area over to the nearest intersection where a bunch of people are waiting to pass. Maybe it's a good idea to go back to Stephen and report this. God only knows what he'll do if you keep this from him, too. There is a mother and her small child to your right, and the child is eating ice cream messily.

"Mom? What's going on?"

You look at the child and see her aging rapidly from a toddler to a teenager to early twenties. The mother stands by with a gaping mouth and wide eyes, unsure how to react to such a thing happening.

"Look at her!" someone else shouts.

The mother of the child de-ages from her forties to early thirties back down to the twenties. You look down at your wrist and catch the green stone shining brightly. You're doing this. You killed those birds, that tree, and now this family if you don't get the hell out of here. You back up from the mother and daughter with tears in your eyes.