Supernatural Preferences {Oneshots, Preferences, Imagines}

Back in Black

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One hundred and fifty years. One hundred and fifty years of absolute torture. One hundred and fifty years of hell.

"Dean!" You screamed out, just in time for him to spin around a plunge a knife into a demon. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips before you jumped back into the fight, dodging the punches being thrown your way. The fight was intense, too intense- demons kept coming out of nowhere and you and the winchesters were having too much trouble trying to fight them off.

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"There's too many of them!" You heard Sam call out. His voice momentary distracted you and a smaller demon jumped from behind you- shoving some kind of blade through your chest.

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Silence. Utter silence as you fell down to your knees. The fight had stopped. The demons were smirking in victory as they retreated back. Soon enough all the demons were gone except for the one who stabbed you.

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"See you in hell bitch," she laughed before she also left. The moment she left was like the brothers had just realised what had just happened, and Dean ran forward. "Y/N!" His voice roared, echoing against the walls of the factory. You swayed on your knees, and before you managed to fall flat on your face Dean grabbed you, holding you close to him.

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"Y/N! Stay with me!" He cried out, cupping your face and forcing you to look at him. It seemed that the very movement of just moving your eyes to focus on him was too much work. "Y/N!" He begged, "Please don't leave me, please for the love of whatever the fuck is out there- PLEASE!" You felt his tears drop onto your face as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

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"I-I'm going to hell aren't I?" You manage to breathe out, briefly remembering what the young demon had said to you before she left. You let out a weak cough as blood began to pour out of your mouth. Dean shook his head, his face scrunched up in agony.

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"No, if you go to hell I swear to god I will do everything I can to get you out! I promise Y/N- I promise!" At this point you could barely hear his voice. It sounded so distant, he was so close, but he felt so far away.

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"I love you," Were your last words before you were engulfed into the darkness of hell.

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You had endured one hundred and fifty years of hell. And now you were out with a set of black eyes and a plan to get revenge on the man who broke his promise

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You wandered the lonely street with a large smile on your face. You were free! A laugh escaped your lips as you the the familiar entrance to the bunker. You practically skipped the the door and pounded your fist against it. With your advanced hearing you could hear the boys inside, pondering about who was outside.

When Dean opened the door you couldn't help but notice your luck. He however didn't seem so happy about seeing you- rather in complete shock. He stood there, staring at you with some kind of look of amazement.

"Y/N?" He asked as his eyes filled with tears, "Y/N is that really you?" He asked, clenching his jaw as to not let his tears fall.

You bit your lip as you looked him straight in they eye, "Not quite," You murmured, your eyes flashing black for a few seconds

You had never seen a man get so angry so fast. His eyes darkened and his lip curled back in a snarl. "You better get your demon ass out of Y/N right now before I exorcise you all the way back into mummy's pit," He roared out as Sam walked beside him- seeming to have the same look of shock.

"But Dean-o, how could I be possessed if I still have this?" You laughed, raising your top to reveal the anti-possession tattoo on your ribcage.

Sam caught on much before Dean and his eyes widened. "You're not possessed by a demon, you are a demon," He muttered out, his eyes glued to the tattoo.

"Yay Sammy! You guessed correctly!" You clapped your hands sarcastically. "I'm a demon, and I'm here to kill-" You raised one perfectly manicured fingernail and jabbed Dean in the chest, "-you."