Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #118: I'm Not Sure What This Is

I'm not really sure what this was I just kinda starting writing and by the time I got done I liked it so I'll do a part two soon.

Warning: SUPER graphic depictions of blood and murder and all that good shit.

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Blood.

There's blood on my hands. There's blood in my hair; on my clothes. It's staining my skin.

It burns.

How did I get here?

There's people. They're on the floor. They're dead.

Tell me I didn't do this.

But I can't. Because I did.

I killed them. I stabbed their throats and I tore open their stomachs and I ripped out their hearts and I ate them. I was hungry. I'm still hungry.

Everything smells so strongly. Everything looks like it's filtered. The blood on my hands overwhelms my nose. I can taste it in the air.

The taste.

Unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It's so— tantalizingly— delicious.

...

I need more.

I need more now.

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"Was there anything peculiar or out of the ordinary that you noticed about the body?" I stood next to Dean as he questioned the doctor before him, referring to the dead man lying on the table inches from my face. Sam stood behind me, his jacket brushing the back of my shoulder as my eyes scanned the body, looking for the telltale signs of different monsters. Technically, I wasn't supposed to be so close to the body, I was playing Dean's daughter during 'Bring Your Daughter To Work Day', and the doctor had made me promise to stay behind my brother/dad before he even let me in, but Dean had distracted him long enough for me to skip forward and perform my own examination. Both brothers knew I'd find the things that the doctors weren't even looking for, however only the victim's face was uncovered.

"Peculiar?" The doctor raised a bushy, gray eyebrow in confusion, "Like what?"

Dean shrugged slightly, pursing his lips. "Anything really, the smell of sulfur, teeth marks, stuff like that." I gave Dean a nudge and he got my silent memo, reaching forward and pulling the blanket further down the victim's body, and as soon as I saw his chest I had my answer, even before the doctor gave it.

"Well, his heart was missing." The doctor said just as I looked upon the ugly scars that crisscrossed the man's chest, right where his heart would've been. It was no clean cut, the swollen, red, fresh wound looked as though an animal had dug his way through the man's chest like it were dirt.

Sam and Dean exchanged a knowing glance and Sam's fingers reached forward and grazed my inner elbow, pulling me away from the body slightly, a protective tick he'd had since the moment I went on my first hunt. Dean met my eyes sideways and I gave the smallest of nods, and in turn he flashed the doctor a smile.

"That'll be all, thanks."

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"Hey, what's up?" I raised my phone to my ear and supported it with my shoulder before my hands returned to my laptop, fingers flying as I struggled with some new video game I'd discovered a few days prior. I was alone in the motel room, sitting on mine and Dean's bed feeling useless while the latter mentioned and Sam went to a bar to talk to friends of the dead man we'd found, trying to figure out where the man had died so we could find where the werewolf would be.