Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Dean Winchester Imagine

Lol I was going to make a Lucifer shot but then I got too invested so now I'm making it a short story. Watch for that ;) Also, pardon how I do this, I was too lazy to look at the episodes to get everything right, so...yea :/ hope you enjoy this crappy art of mine. :3

"Look at me, God damnit!"

You stared at your moping family members, frustrated they couldn't see nor hear you. "Hellooo! I'm right here!" You made a circle around your face with your finger, your eyes narrowing. You slammed your hand down on a slab of stone, tears forming in your eyes from anger and sadness. "Why won't you see me!?" Black dots clouded your vision and you sank to the dying grass.

"Why won't you...hear...me?"

They all sniffled and shuffled their way across the pasture, sadness draping over your family.

"Why can't...you see...me?"

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Years and years and years later (like the Cain Blade old)

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You walked the halls of the place, your body glitching in anger.

It's been centuries, millennia in fact. All your rage went into that blade, it embodied you. It was your rock to the world. "You're not getting this back." You turned your head to see a tall man carrying your blade. A shorter man walked behind him, a trench coat wrapped around him. Another one came in, slightly shorter than Tall Guy and taller than Trenchie.

"This is bullshit, putting my blade away," you muttered, your eyes catching the Middle Man. His eyes widened slightly and a smirk graced your lips before you disappeared.

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Dean followed Sam and Cas, an unknown anger blooming in his chest and pumping through him, the mark pulsating under the fabric of his shirt. "You're not getting this back," Dean didn't make a movement but something caught his eye.

A girl in torn and bloodied clothes with redding eyes stared at him, holding his gaze. A smirk started up on her pale lips, a cruel and evil one that was perfected over many years, before she flickered out of his sight. Dean stared at where she had been for a bit more before heaving a sigh and rubbing his eyes.

Sam locked the blade in a box before taking it to go hide it. It was no use, the blade would draw him to it eventually. But Dean didn't say that, even if he wanted to. He crossed the room in seconds, heading down the hall to his room. Once there, he shut the door and locked it, pausing to turn around and lean on the door, one fist beside his head while he closed his eyes. Pain ricocheted inside him and he clenched his fist harder, a grim look plastered on his face.

He finally turned around and rushed to his sink, puking up blood. Dean rested his forearms on the porcelain, gasping. He looked up at himself in the mirror, bags under his lifeless eyes and his mouth drawn to a permanent slight frown. He rinsed his face off and watched the blood disappear before turning around, seeing the ghost once again.

"Kill," She whispered, stepping closer to him. A cold and pale hand reached and caressed his face. "Do it." Dean wanted to lean into the touch, it felt warm and welcoming despite the coldness of her hand. Dean jerked back. Why could he feel her? The ghost looked him in the eyes with her red-brown eyes, making emotions run through him.

Anger, pain, revenge, death.

Dean's right hand found the porcelain sink and gripped it tight, not tearing his gaze away. "Get revenge, they'll be gone soon enough." She flickered away again and Dean stared at where she was in silence. Revenge? Why would he need to get revenge?

Dean just sighed and rubbed his face again, going to his bed and laying on it, but strangely enough, he did not go to sleep.

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Dean watched the fire burn his eyes hardened and dead while a grim look now seated on his face. "That should be you up there, not her." He spoke, his voice dead. Dean turned around and walked away, rounding the corner before the anger blossomed through him, reaching his heart. Dean's lips turned into a sneer as he thought about the culprits. The Stines. He almost growled, and her words came back.

"Get revenge, they'll be gone soon enough." It all made sense now. She knew what was going to happen, why didn't she say anything? If possible, even more anger surged through him. He was just a walking embodiment of deathly rage.

He was just a walking embodiment of all the cold hearted murderers. Just the physical proof of how heartless anyone could be.

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"I think I do." Dean said stoically, pulling the trigger without a second thought or piece of doubt. The kid fell the the ground, blood seeping between his eyes. Dean turned around began to walk away, but Castiel was in his way. "Dean..."

Then she reappeared again. She helped him. She was the one who cared, no one else cared about him. She understood his pain and anger. "He's in your way," she glared at the Angel, who couldn't see her. Just Dean could, and he was grateful.

Soon enough (part I didn't research 😁) Dean beat Cas up, punching him and throwing him. Dean leaned above Cas, all bloodied and bruised, with the Angel blade gripped in his hand. "Dean..." Cas said, and she stood beside him again, leaning down. "Do it." She nodded and Dean hesitated. For once he hesitated. Dean grimaced and plunged the blade down before getting up and walking away, ignoring her. She flickered in rage, following him.

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You stood beside the car, smirking at the tall guy. Sam, as you had learned over the months you were with Dean. You was glad for a change in people, Cain had gotten old and didn't want to kill anymore. But, now he was dead, so whoops. Dean suddenly knocked him out, saying his apology. Why was he apologizing? You blinked confusedly and followed Dean into the pit of homeless people. Ugh. You hated these people. Always so happy even if they had nothing. Once you were like that, but that was years and years ago. That was before you realized the true pain and that nothing was ever "ok."

Dean stared at a puddle of blood, looking at the homeless people. "He's atoning for our sin, asking God for our forgiveness." "God is dead. He will not forgive you because there is no forgiveness!" You snarled, knowing your words struck Dean. A smirk crossed your lips and followed Dean silently, watching him all the while. You flickered and disappeared, heading back to see what was up with Big Boy. "Hmm, you," you circled him, crouching to where his head was at.

"Sam, you might want to see what happens next."

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Sam raced into the building, his eyes frantically trying to find Dean. How was he so stupid to go into the alone? His eyes landed on Dean and relief surged through him...before he saw the blade enter his chest. His heart skipped a beat, anger and pain surging through him. "No!" He shouted and ran fast through, jumping and avoiding obstacles. He glared at Metadouche before trying to kill him, but he disappeared.

Sam knelt down to Dean holding him. "Dean? Dean?" His eyes flickered open, a groan escaping him. "Hang on, we'll fix this, just hang on." Sam have him a bandanna to hold over his wound. "Sam," Dean groaned, his eyes glazing over.

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You watched from the sidelines as Sam tried to save his dying brother. "Too late." You whispered, attracting the attention of Dean. You just smile and tilted your head, your eyes a little more redder. "See you soon," you waved bye shortly before dissipating into nothing, hearing the cries of Sam as he held onto his dead brother.

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lol, so bad, so sorry, ;-; got doubt wheedled into me halfway through but I finished it because I haven't updated in a week. A week! Legit the longest I've gone without updating, sorry :(

If you want, I'm almost out of ideas, leave a comment here if you want me to write something I haven't. Look at all the reads, I know there's people reading this. I see you.

Sí, I do, adios, amigos.