Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Bloodbath (Winchesters X Sister!Parker)

Name: Parker
Age: Sam's age (twins)
(This one is almost, kinda, a little...gross.)
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I ran as fast as I could.
Branches slapping my arms and legs.
My lungs were burning from the cold air and from how tired I was becoming.
Finally, like a white light, I saw Bobby's cabin.
I didn't dare to look behind me.
I knew he was on my tail, and soon I would be dead, but there was something I still needed to do.
I used my shoulder to break open the door and shut it immediately.
Taking a large chair, I blocked the font door, and ran upstairs to where the land line was.
I dialed Dean's number, every ring correlating with the pounding of the door downstairs.
I began to unintentionally sob from fear that I could no longer avoid.
"Parker?! Where the hell are you?! Where's Sam?!"
Dean screamed through the phone.
"I'm gonna have to make this quick. I'm hiding in one of Bobby's cabins. Sam is possessed, and he's gonna kill me. Don't trust anybody, we got set up, all right? all right?!"
I cried out, pleading for him to answer.
"Parker, get the hell out of-"
I heard a loud shatter downstairs.
"It's too late for that, he's in. I need you to go to the Lucky Bird Motel. Sam will be on his way there in a few hours and demons are gonna be on his ass, so be heavily prepared. I'm not just talking devil's traps and holy water. You're gonna need everything-"
I stopped taking for a moment as I heard slow footsteps coming up the stairs.
"I love you so much, Dean. Please be safe."
I reluctantly hung up the phone and threw myself under the bed.
The wood floor of the cabin creaked underneath Sam's heavy steps.
Each noise making me flinch.
I was shaking furiously.
Fact of the matter was that, he wasn't just going to kill me, he was going to torture me.
Rip me limb from limb, peel back my skin, burn me, and then, when satisfied, he would kill me.
I was going to watch my own twin, my own face, tear me apart.
Sam turned and opened each doorknob, eerily calling out my name.
Then, I heard the lock jiggle on the door of the room I was in, he knew I was in there.
It was the only locked door in the cabin.
I shut my eyes as the door flew open, chunks of wood flew everywhere.
"Parker. Where are ya bud?""
He said quietly, I could hear him pacing, but I refused to open my eyes.
Then the creaking stopped, and from my feet, I was yanked from underneath the bed.
He carelessly tossed me over his shoulder like I was a damn wet rag.
I started to scream, bang against his back and kick him in his stomach.
He laughed, he just laughed.
When he got downstairs, he threw me on the floor and punched me.
Over, and over, and over again.
Blood was running from my nose and mouth, and I could feel my eyes swelling already.
That wasn't too bad, it definitely wasn't the first time I had to witness Sam punch me.
I was almost completely knocked out when he picked me up and put me in the chair.
He tied me up with chains to make sure there was no way for me to escape.
I thought he would start right away, but no.
He pulled up another chair and sat in front of me.
"Hi, Parker. My name is-"
"I don't give a fuck what your name is. If you're going to kill me, just kill me. Skip the chatter."
The demon chuckled.
"That kills the whole point of...well killing you."
I scoffed, as if I wasn't horrified.
"Then what are you waiting for, start."
"Well, before I get started, I wanted to let you have a chat with your beloved brother. One last time, eh?"
I ignored him.
"I know what you morons are planning. It only took me about two seconds to figure it out. You may have me, but them? You'll never get them. After you kill me, they'll be pissed. They'll slaughter you all one by one. It's gonna be a bloodbath."
I laughed menacingly, blood dripping from my tongue with every word I spoke.
I saw the smirk on the demons face falter, and his nose twitched in anger.
"...Come on out, Sammy."
I saw Sam's puppy eyes appear, and I smiled.
"Hi Sammy."
I muttered with a mouth full of blood.
"Parker, oh god. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, okay? Everyone is gonna be fine."
I lied, trying calm him down.
"We were just on a hunt w-what-"
"Shhh. I know. I know. You can't move, can you?"
He shook his head as he watched me spit out blood.
"Yeah, I figured. Samuel, you're possessed."
"What?!"
Tears pricked my eyes, and I nodded.
"The demon is gonna kill me."
"No-"
"Yes. He will. But, it's okay, because you and Dean are gonna be safe. You're gonna be okay. When he's done he's going to have to leave you to get back to his other meat-suit-"
"Parker-"
"Sam, when he leaves you, I want you to run. Don't come back and look for me, because I will probably be dead or very close to it. I told Dean to wait for you at the Lucky Bird, you guys will be safe there...I love you so much, Sammy."
I saw his eyes become flamed with tears, and I couldn't help but to cry with him.
"I love you too, Park-"
Sam was cutoff by that damn demon.
I knew he was listening, I know everything.
"Alright, let's begin, shall we? Oh and don't worry, he's not gone, I'll make sure he's watching."
The first thing he did was pull out a needle and thread, to sew my lips shut.
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I woke, and my head was throbbing.
My vision was blurry, and I could barely see.
I didn't know what happened after I passed out from the unending torture, but it must have been bad.
I couldn't feel my body.
Once my vision cleared a bit, I looked down and flinched at what I saw.
My hands were fried, and so were my feet.
He burned them, almost to the bone, and that part I remembered.
My shirt was ripped open.
He had impaled me with small iron nails all over my torso, and left them there to rust on my soon-to-be corpse.
I could feel hot blood running down my face.
It was probably what was making my eyes blurry.
I didn't even want to think about what he must have done to my face, not counting the lip stitches.
Taking a look around the room, I realized my brother was long gone.
Tears of relief started to pour down my face, burning on their way down.
The demon didn't kill me, he left me there to die.
He wanted me to suffer, and it was worth it.
My boys would be okay.
Sam would be okay.
I made damn sure of that.
The Lucky Bird was a trap for the demons, and Dean knew what he needed to do.
Sam's not an idiot, he knew what I meant.
Like I told the demon, there was going to be a fucking bloodbath.
Mine was just the first to spill.
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(So, there might be a part two to this story, but I think I need to speak on a more pressing issue...
Supernatural coming to an end:
This fandom, this one right here, is going down the damn drain.
Season 14 has been good so far, seriously.
It's not as dramatic as every season of supernatural usually is, I mean there's been humor, new character involvement, plot hole fillers, CHARLIE, more fight scenes, an exciting new story line-
(that btw isn't bringing back Lucifer for the thousandth time)
-and if the fans pulled their heads out of their asses for a second, they would be able to see all that creative genius.
But all these people want to do is go comment on the shows Instagram, complaining and whining, and do you want to know why?
Because those fans want Castiel to be in every single mother fucking episode, as if Misha Fucking Collins doesn't already work hard enough as it is.
The man barely sees his children, for fucks sake, but he stays on the show...FOR US.
I love Castiel (and Mish) with all of my heart, but the writers know what they're doing.
They write the show to keep Sam and Dean Winchester alive, not for you and your unhealthy obsession with Misha Collins.
If the comments I've been seeing persist, they might decide they need to end the show from lack of fans support.
I'm willing to bet money that the same people complaining about there being less Cas will be the ones complaining about the show's ultimate demise, as if it wouldn't be their own damn fault.
I'm going to make a real clear statement:
I hate to break it to you, but it's not season fucking four anymore.
The story is different, so it's not going to be like the old days, that shit is over.
It was fun while it lasted, but BYE.
I want this show to last for a few more years, so I've been nothing but positive towards its creators and writers.
If you guys love this show, act like it.
I don't want to see this amazing thing we've created as a fandom be dragged down the toilet because of the recent hate.
I feel like we're better than that, we're family.
With family it's essential that we're patient, even when we aren't getting what we want.
Supernatural makes so many people happy, and that kind of negativity has no place here.
I feel like we're starting to forget that.)
-Mols