#have a thing

So I’m laying in bed, getting baked, and listening to Rihanna. It’s Russian Roulette playing and I’m just hit with this idea for a fucked up Winchester serial killer au.

The reader is being trained to kill with her brothers.

The first verse is her first kill with Dean. She has to kill this person to impress her big brother.

She’s nervous and shaky but she does it and pulls the trigger. Dean is quick to sweep her up into a frenzied display of affection.

Second verse is her turn with Sammy and Sam likes being hands on.

The warmth of fresh blood spilled with a flick of a wrist, silver blade severing flesh, it gets him off and little sister needs a taste too.

She closes her eyes and blindly stabs her tied victim listening to Sam’s words of paise beat as steadily into her grey matter as her kill’s heart slows. The bloody corpse bears witness to the incestuous tango on the crimson coated concrete.

The third verse is where the reader really needs to decide who lives and who dies as jealousy between brothers is tearing the triad apart.

She has to choose, someone has to go, it can not be a triad, it’s always been and always was meant to be a duo. She grabs Dean’s gun and fires, ending her own life.