Supernatural Preferences {Oneshots, Preferences, Imagines}

Castiel Imagine: Run

Once you fell, into hell, you had undeniable doubt. Every second, every second of your afterlife.

When you first entered hell, it was small. You didn't want to think about it. Leaving you to die, and a planned death by him?

Yeah, right.

But, what seemed like years later, you had a decision. Be tortured, or be a torturer. Like Dean, you refused and refused, until you cracked. You kept dying and dying, reliving the same pain, death after death.

Being a torturer, and knowing Crowley brought you high up in the ranks. Faster than most people spend a lifetime in hell.

Evil was filled within you. You found well, fun, to kill.

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"Have fun." Those were the last words you heard until you were released into the World.

Happily, the King let you keep your body. His subjects took it before the Winchesters, or rather, the Angel could burn t.

It was fairly nice, your beautiful (y/h/c) neat and proper.

You smiled, when you were right outside the bunker. You opened the door with the key that was left in your jacket.

"Good morning, Vietnam!" You screamed into the bunker, laughing maniacally.

You almost instantly had a bullet shot into your stomach. You frowned and shook your head.

"Dean, Dean, Dean. Why would you shoot me?" You pretended to die, falling over railing. You silently snickered under your breath, as you hit the ground.

Yeah, it hurt. But, not so my so you would cry out.

"(-(Y/N)?" Dean ran over to you, and the rest do the gang bang came out. You lolled your head to the side, putting emphasis.

You looked up at Dean, smiling. "Oh, didn't see ya there!" You whispered. He jumped back, eyes wide.

"Get outta (Y/N)!" He yelled, as you flashed your wonderful, demon eyes.

"Oh, I'm not in her. I'm me, Cassie." You smiled, and laughed. All of the men pales as you kept laughing.

"Let the games begin." You smiled devilishly.

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Finally an update.