#winchester brothers

Supernatural : A show that manages to turn some of the world’s most attractive men into these dorky goofballs.

“Cas, get out of my ass!” - Dean Winchester

Imagine: You finally track down the demon that murdered your family but when you finally confront it, things go south.

Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Death, cursing, inappropriate touching, violence, mentions of sexual assault.

Murder. The only word that was on your mind since you found the demon that killed your family, including both your parents, your little sister, and your big brother. You had spent your whole life after that moment trying to find that son of a bitch. You had gone all by your self to a little town in Wisconsin you tracked him to gank him yourself.

The Winchester brothers had said that “Revenge wasn’t the answer.” but you knew that was probably the only thing that could satisfy your craving for vengeance. Obviously without Dean’s permission you had taken Baby to Adell, and finally make that bitch pay for what he did, you were going to make sure it was a slow dragged out process too.

You pulled up to a random motel and got out. You walked up to the front desk and checked out a room, then you went to the car and grabbed all your stuff out of it.

You told the boys you were going on a pie run, and it wouldn’t be long till they found out that wasn’t what you were doing, if they haven’t already. As soon as you got into the motel room you sat down on the bed taking out all of your stuff and making sure it was nice and sharp. You went to a local bar where the demon was said to be seen around.

You walked inside, the outfit you picked for this occasion was quite revealing, but the demon was known for having a taste in girls who dress like that. You sat down at the bar next to a particular guy who looked familiar, too familiar. You were telling your self to stay calm and to not kill him right then and there, instead your plan was to get him somewhere where nobody could find you, interrupt you guys and the little ‘chat’ you were going to have with him.

He eyed you down and scooted a little bit closer to you. “Hey.” He said, his terrible breath slapping your face. You smiled at him. “Hi.” You smirked, putting your arms under your boobs to make them more revealed. He kept looking at you, trying hard not to look at your breasts. He gave up and looked down. “Hey buddy, my eyes are up here.” You said motioning to your face. The demon looked up, his eyes flashing black for a split second, you pretended not to notice. “ Wanna get out of here.” He said still eyeing you down. You grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar and into Baby.

It disgusted you to be close to this thing, let alone holding his disgusting hand.

You took him to your car letting his touch linger a little longer than needed, and you got in. You started the car and took off down the road, the demon’s hand still gripping your thigh. You pulled into the motel that you were staying at. It was pretty much empty except for the really horny couple a few rooms away and you guys.

You picked up the pace a little faster to your room and unlocked the door, as soon as you got in lips attacked yours, they weren’t the soft full pink lips that belonged to Dean but actually quite the opposite, they were rough and slobbery with no love attached to them, only lust. You kept yourself from gagging as that would ruin your plan.

You continued to make out with the demon before pushing him onto a chair abruptly. “Oh, You like it rough.” He smirked, yeah you did, but only with Dean you thought. You smirked. “Hold on.” You said getting up and heading to the bathroom where you kept the rope you meant to tie him up with.

When you came back into the main room the demon was nowhere to be found, the only thing left was the putrid scent of sulfur. You walked out further with the rope in hand. A door shut behind you, you turned around to be face to face with the demon. He was leaning against the bathroom door smirking.

“Hey Y/n.” He said chuckling, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now, I don’t usually like to leave jobs unfinished.” He smiled even wider.

“You son of a bitch.” You yelled as you lunged at him. He swatted you aside as if you weighed lighter than a feather. Your vision drifted away as darkness consumed you.

When you woke up you were tied to a chair and you had a gag tie on. The demon was on the other side of the room going through your weapons before finally selecting a knife from the duffel bag. He walked up to you and crouched down in front of you.

“You know, when I saw you walk into the bar I couldn’t believe it. Hell, I almost didn’t.” You looked past him and at the clock on the wall as he continued talking. The time was about 10:30. You returned your attention to the demon.

“All I could think was ‘just my luck’ and damn did you grow up all nice and pretty, maybe we can have some fun…. Just like I did with your mommy before I ripped that bitch apart.”

You screamed, but due to the gag, there was barely any noise escaping.

The demon leaned closer. “Sh sh sh, we wouldn’t want to disrupt the people next door from their fun night.”

As if on cue a moan came from the room over.

He leaned closer, kissing your neck. The demon reached down and dragged the blade against your thigh causing shivers to run down your spine, also causing you to pull away from the unpleasant kissing from him.

He dug the knife into you deep and slowly dragged it down, you screamed and tears went down your face.

He smiled and lifted up the blood-covered knife.

“Now, there are two ways we can do this, 1) I can take off your muzzle and we can ‘chat’ about the Winchesters or option 2, I can slowly torture you and have some fun.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and made an incoherent noise. “Aaand we’ll take that as door number one.”

He took off the tie and put his finger on your bottom lip as he looked into your eyes, his were pure black.

You didn’t say anything, he looked at you smirking.

“Let’s start with your little baby daddy… Dean.”

You gave him a confused look. “What?” You whispered, you could taste the salt from the tears.

“Oh darling don’t make that face, it makes me want to do some dirty things.” He chuckled, you continued to stare.

“What the hell do you mean.” You said more firmly, but still shaky.

“Oh, you mean your little Winchester you’re carrying in there.” He motioned towards your stomach. You looked down. There were no words that you could muster up.

“I assume that you didn’t know, haha he’s got a loud heartbeat.” He chuckled placing the knife down on your stomach, and pressing down and drawing blood. You groaned and kicked him in the shin.

“You bitch.” He stated, bringing the knife to your neck. He grabbed the familiar gag tie from the bed. “Do you want this to go back on.” You shook your head.

“Go to hell.” You yelled. The demon chuckled. “Oh, baby I’m already there.”

He dragged the knife down along your collarbone, blood dripped down your chest.

“Now, putting the baby thing aside tell me, Where are the Winchesters.” You shrugged and looked down.

A beam of headlights poured into the hotel room as another car drove into the motel. The demon groaned and shut the curtains.

“WHERE ARE THEY.” He yelled as he landed a punch on your cheek.

The door swung open just as a searing pain went through your stomach.

You saw the familiar face of your boyfriend and his giant brother. Sam ran over to the demon and plunged his knife into him, he went up in electrifying lights then fell to the floor.

Dean ran over to you and quickly untied your wrists from the chair, you slouched forward, due to blood loss.“

“Y/n, baby I’m right here, look at me, look at me, come on.” Words kept flowing from his mouth as you guys fell to the floor. Your vision was getting hazy and you struggled to breathe. Sam was right next to you guys, tears streaming from all or your faces.

“I love You.” You smiled at Dean, blood dripping from your lips. Sam squeezed your hand, you looked at him and smiled. “No no no, don’t you say that. You’re gonna- we’re gonna get through this”

Your vision was getting blurrier by the moment. You started gasping trying to get words out before it was too late.

“ wait, Dean, I- I’m pregn-”

You gasped for your last breath trying to finish the words, but it was as if you had a timer on your life and it was up. There was nothing, no sound no feeling no nothing. You had the image of your lover stitched in your brain, but now it was as if the image seemed to be fading away as darkness consumed you.

But Dean, on the other hand, had the image of you, lying in his arms blood on your lips, and tears down your face seared in his mind. He couldn’t seem to comprehend the thought of your guy’s love ending that way.

He had always pictured you guys together, Sam wasn’t there, but instead, he was living the normal apple pie life with beautiful shaggy-haired kids and a beautiful wife.

He pictured you guys lying there, hands locked and bloody after finishing a hard hunt. You guys had brought those sons of bitches down with you though, but at least you were together. Happy and bloody.

Maybe one day you would even had kids, but it looks like that dream came as soon as it went, because you were gone and with you went your guys’ child who would’ve hopefully carried on the Winchester legacy into the next generation.

Instead, Dean drank more, it didn’t get rid of his pain only numbed it and when he sobered up it only added more. Sam ended up getting out of the life, meeting a pretty girl.

Dean hadn’t talked to Sam in a while, he got rid of all communication. He kept hunting though, becoming more reckless and violent.

He had taken a particularly hard case that included 11 vamps in one nest. He had gotten ten of them the last one snuck up and slit his throat. He fell to the ground blood sputtering out.

Peace finally took over, no more pain, no more wishing for death, he finally had it. It was so, etching he looked forward to it and now it was here.

Darkness took over and suddenly it was as if he was living again, except this time he was in a house and there were toys scattered around.

“Tristan no running.” Were the words that echoed through the halls of the house as little pitter patters came around the corner.

A little boy about 6 years old ran up to him and stopped. The kid stared at Dean, He had Green eyes and Y/H/C and light little freckles scattered under his eyes. “Daddy?” The little boy scanned over him.

More footsteps came down the hall, Dean looked over to be met with a pair of familiar eyes. His breath got caught in his throat.

“Y/n” was all he could muster up as he was engulfed in a hug. Tears streamed down both of your guys face as you had been reunited.

Dean had finally met his son, Tristan Ross Winchester. You guys had finally gotten what you wanted after all. A family who loved and looked after each other.

This list is inspired and partially taken from @r-evolve-art  ‘s au masterlist.
Message me if you have a request for one of these, I would be more than happy to write it

* You have each other’s names on your wrist

* You have the name of your soulmate and the name on your enemy o on your wrist, you have to figure out which is which

* Your last words to each other are written on your arm

* You can only see color when you first meet your soulmate

* Time stops at a certain age, if you haven’t met your soulmate, or if they aren’t born yet you stay the same age until they reach yours

*  Each year imprinted on your arm, whispered in a dream, sent in a mail or whatever, is a hint to who/where is your soulmate

* Meter of how in danger your soulmate is

* You can only see shades of your soulmates eye color until you meet 

*  You get the same injuries as your soulmate

*  Soulmate’s share a heaven/afterlife

* You and your soulmate share dreams, you can communicate in them but you can’t remember each other’s faces when you wake up

* It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate

* Only your soulmate can kill you

*  On top of everybody’s head is the name of their soulmate. You can’t see your own. If you tell somebody their soulmate’s name, something unfortunate/death will happen to them/yourself/a soulmate

* When you finally get within the mile of your soulmate the day repeats until you find them (Kind of like a time loop)

* Mysterious letter detailing to one person when they’ll meet, and another letter detailing where they’ll meet to their soulmate, but not both (Person A gets when they’ll meet, Person B gets where they’ll meet) 

* Soulmates are the same (souls) throughout all lives, including past lives
*  Everyone receives a picture of their soulmate (at a certain age) taken the year they met

* A mirror that you can see and talk to your soulmate in, all bodies and faces are distorted so you can’t see who it is until you meet certain criteria 

* Everyone is born knowing their soulmates biggest (Maybe future) secret

* When you’re born you get a list of your soulmates biggest insecurities, you have to find out who they are based on the list

*  You meet your soulmate the day after the worst event of your life

We should have salt and burned it when we had the chance

I just want all of us to think about how different Dean and Sam’s lives would be if it were Mary sleeping downstairs and John up for a minute.

DEAN

Dean tries to be an example to his father by imitating him. In the end, John beat Dean for minor mistakes (in one series there was a fat hint). But Dean was still trying to get better and be like him. When Sam escaped, Dean knew deep down that he had to be himself. And he wants his brother back. At first he did not understand what was good in normal life. And now he understands.

SAM

On the contrary, Sam often disagreed with John. As is understood, they didn’t get along with the relationship at all. He wanted a normal and quiet life. That he did it for a while when he ran away from John. But not from Dean. Dean is his brother. Sam is more understanding and wise. And the hell vegan.

S.W. D.W

I was thinking about a scene I would like to see as the closing one in the Supernatural series finale.
I imagined Chuck, sitting at a table in a pub, writing the final words of his very last book about Dean and Sam.
Then a fan approaches him and asks him “So - where are the Winchesters now?”
Chuck smiles. He puts the pen down.
“They’re on a hunting trip and haven’t been home for a few days.“
Black screen.
Carry on my wayward son.

@littlesissywinchester is an amazing writer who also go by the name @justsomeiimagines. But due to being locked out and unable to get in, they are currently using @littlesissywinchester. 

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