#idk where this came from
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.
someone sitting in front of a crackling fire, hair damp from the rain, a thick blanket draped around their shoulders. a hot water bottle’s clutched to their chest, and their feet are soaking in a steaming tub of water. still they shiver, unable to shake the chill they’ve caught. in the next room, someone’s running them a hot bath and preparing a soft bed with clean, dry sheets and warm quilts. closing their exhausted eyes, they slump forward and hug themselves and the water bottle tighter, focusing on the occasional pop of the dry firewood and counting down the minutes until they can finally rest for real.
@magicshvps: i am still ashamed of myself. (from winnie ya know….) ( accepting! )
he’s aware of that, even before she gives voice to it. it’s clear from the way they’ve been flitting around each other that things haven’t gone back to normal since they slept together. teddy tries not to take it too personally, knows that they need to let the dust settle a bit. even though shiwoo and winnie hadn’t been together at the time, he still violated a boundary. he’s apologized and tried to patch things up with shiwoo, but he knows it’ll take time for shiwoo to truly forgive him. he heaves a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck with a pensive expression on his face. “i was under the impression that you enjoyed yourself,” he says, raising a brow with a slight smile on his lips.
teddy knows he’s being unfair, a little too blunt – but some part of him hoped she didn’t completely regret it. really, with winnie being a open-minded girl that lives in a van by choice and teddy being a terrible flirt that’s ambivalent about the concept of monogamy, this was bound to happen eventually. “don’t beat yourself even more about it, win,” he murmurs, brows furrowing as he checks the notifications on his phone. if the public found out that their band was having this kind of discord between them, he knows winnie would receive a lot of heat. definitely more than he would.
he can’t have that happen – so he had gone into problem-salving mode immediately. “what’s so wrong about wanting to be held, touched without pretense?” teddy questions, his gaze softening as he looks at her and puts his phone down. “and besides.. this was more about shiwoo than it was me, right?” he bites his lip, arching a brow at her and letting out an amused huff of breath. he’s been there before, so infatuated with someone that you’ll do anything to get them to look your way – even if they look at you with disdain.
It’s kinda hard to get homework done when you kind of feel like puking
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