Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Taunting- Deanmon

Character requested by: JessicaHibberd

Just finished reading 'Twist and Shout,' which is a Destiel fanfic if you didn't know. I'm so sad! I didn't cry, but now I carry that feeling I have whenever I finish a really good book and didn't want it to end, it makes me want to cry. It's so silly but I'm burdened with feels.

School would have started today but the dumb teachers are striking. Whoopdefreakindoo. School is also cancelled tomorrow but Friday is unclear.

You sucked in a breath and put on a brave face, opening the door that was more like a wall to you and stepped into the dark room. In front of you, Dean looked up and sent you a smirk. He was bound in ropes, tied to a chair in the middle of a demon trap.

Sam stood to the side, holding a syringe that appeared to have blood in it. He sent you a tired look before turning back to Dean.

You stepped forward, not sure if you wanted to watch or not.

"Look who decided to show up," Dean remarked, fixing his eyes on you. The green was no longer kind, they were cold. He had an eerie, over confident smile that sent chills up your spine. "I was just thinking about you, you know? How annoying you are, how petty you are, how worthless you are."

Sam jabbed the syringe into Dean's arm. You watched as your husband writhed in the chair and let out inhuman growls as his face scrunched in pain. But it all turned into laughter, chuckles bubbling up his throat.

You were shocked beyond belief when you found out that your husband, who had died in your arms not long before, had become a demon and started traveling around with Crowley. With all that had been going on with the Mark, how didn't you see that coming?

You and Sam had split up to find Dean. You knew the cure, you just had to get him to the bunker. Sam found him first and gave you a call, now you were here.

"Truth is, I'm getting bored of you," Dean said in a 'matter-of-fact' voice. "Our relationship drags on and on in a slow pattern, the only fun I will have is killing you, slowly, when I escape this blasted trap."

"You don't mean that," you snapped, shooting him a glare. Sam put an arm on your shoulder.

"He's toying with you. It's the demon talking, not Dean."

"Oh, but I am Dean!" he said with a smile. "And I'm going to enjoy watching the light leave your eyes." He leaned forwards, eyes flashing black.

"Y/n, we should leave him." Sam turned to the door, you nodded slowly. Walking away from the yells of your husband.

You and Sam took turns with each blood injection. It pained you to see your husband in pain, yet, that wasn't your husband.

It was Sam's shift when you heard a loud noise. Curious, you started heading down the halls only to be stopped by the power turning off. The halls light up with red light, and you could hear the doors lock. You changed your route to the electrical room only to bump into Sam who was slamming the door shut, holding Ruby's knife up.

"That's your big move?" Dean's voice came from the other side of the door.

"We were getting close, okay? I know you are still in there somewhere, just let me finish the treatments." Sam sounded panicked, you didn't even have to ask him what happened to know what was going on.

You waited in silence for the response, the only noise was the sound of Sam trying to catch his breath.

"Dean?" you called out.