Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

➸ Witchy Feelings ➸ Winchesters

A ping goes off from your laptop causing a smile to spread over your face. You walk through your expansive living room in a long black dress that reaches just above your ankle. Black stilettos clink on the dark hardwood. Striding over to your desk, you grab your laptop to view your security cameras. You carefully scan the screen for the source of your cameras to go off. At first nothing seems to have alarmed it, maybe a leaf blowing in the wind or an animal scurrying by, but then you catch a glimpse of a Winchester.

The oldest Winchester, who's name you learned is Dean, moves into the frame with a gun ready in his hand. Soon his younger brother, Sam, joins in on the screen with a matching weapon. Both strategically work their way over to your warehouse. You chuckle as they walk closer to your trap. All the clues you left for them lead them to your warehouse, where you'll trap them and finish them off for good.

You close your laptop and get your phone to stream the security feed. The cameras inside the warehouse show the Winchester's entering and falling into your planned trap. The building is hexed so they can't leave without your permission.

You leave your large house and make it your car, mounting the phone up so you can keep an eye on them as you drive over. 20 minutes later and you reach the building. You step out of your expensive car and walk over to the warehouse at a slow pace, you weren't worried about the brothers.

Sputtering words echo throughout the spacious warehouse. The Winchester brothers are arguing about their hunt and how they were sure it was demons. Their bickering words make you smirk. You stay into the opening of the building for a moment to see if they will sense your presence, after a minute you call out to them.

"Oh, boys!" They quickly swivel their bodies toward you with confused faces. They keep their guns held high out of instinct. The older one tests what is happening and takes a few steps forward. The gun always raised and guiding his path.

"Did you really think this hunt could be as easy as this? You're dumber than I thought you were," you smirk crookedly. They lift their guns up higher to shoot and you fling them into a pile of cardboard boxes before they could fire. Grunts come from the pile as they begin to move around. With the slightest twitch of your fingers you move the guns away from their reach.

They get up and give you deathly glares.

"So, you're a witch." Dean calls out as he fumbles out of the boxes. He stands there beside his brother looking lost without their guns.

"The best witch you will ever find." You smile a genuine smile. You even give them a bow with a curtsy.

"Why did you make it look like it was a demon?" Sam asks you. He stares around the warehouse trying to makes sense at to what is happening.

"Ever crossed your hunter minds' that I didn't want you to find out it was a witch?" You ask them slightly annoyed. They weren't understanding your reason. "I've been alive for centuries and I'm fed up with you pesky hunters thinking you can just do whatever you want. And that you can get what you want, especially you Winchester brothers! What I want is for you to just drop dead."

"Well, you ain't going to get rid of us!" Dean yells at you, wielding a knife from somewhere on himself. "Not that easily."

Sam Winchester throws a knife at you just like his brothers. At first you were caught off guard, ready for dean to pounce not him. Quickly you regain composure. You stop the knife quickly, dropping it to the ground before it imbedded itself into you. 

"Ah, ah, ah, now that was a naughty thing to do, Sam. I don't appreciate when people throw knives at me." You skid the knife and guns on the floor closer to you. The knife once in Dean's hands is now out of his grip and lays with the other weapons.

"Guess you won't like this then." Before you could understand what Dean means you feel burning in your arm before you heard the shot. You let out a scream that echoes throughout the whole building. As you grip onto your wound the brothers share victory smiles.

They begin to move towards you and you quickly back out of the warehouse, along with the guns and knives at your feet. As long as they don't have anymore weapons on them they can't hurt you from inside the hexed warehouse.

Dean still grips onto his other gun as they reach closer to you. The searing pain from the bullet dampens your power, but not enough for you to not still hurt these assho!es.

"I must have forgotten, you're the Winchesters. The big, bad, mean Winchester's, that no matter how hard you try to kill them dead they always come back alive." You eye them as they begin to slow their stride to you.

"And you're going to learn why," Sam says and takes out a gun from the waistband of his jeans. He fires at you and doesn't miss. The bullet catches your calf, grazing it cleanly. You shriek at the blazing pain, but keep up a strong stance. Continuing to stand you fling them into a concrete wall. You take their weapons away and slam them back into the wall once more for good measure. Those Winchesters must have pockets like Mary Poppins.

"Just remember when I see you again I won't let you go like this time." You say and turn around to leave in your car. The Winchester's are left being held up with your magic.

"I'm not done with you until you're dead, you b!tch!" Dean yells after as you leave them dangling on the wall.

"The best witch is the worst b!tch." You leave them and hobble to your car with your wounds. Today wasn't a victory, but it wasn't a complete loss either. You were still alive and you will kill those Winchester's one day.

They continue to yell things after you. When you walk by their car your face brightens up when it catches your eye. You slice your fingers through the air and instantaneously the wheels on the car are slashed. You smirk, at least they won't be going anywhere any time soon.

You reach your car and speed off, leaving the Winchester's there until your magic wears off the farther you drive.

➸ Sam's pov ➸

I stop Dean before he goes after the witch. We need to regroup and recalculate what we are going to do with this witch. We can't just go after her. She could be leading us into another trap by releasing us from the wall and waiting for us to go after her. Too many variables.

"Dean, stop." I say with a sigh as I hear the engine of her car getting more and more distant as time passes. I don't think we can catch up to her even if we left right now.

"We can't just let her get away, Sam!" Dean yells at me, trying to push me out of the way. The witch is long gone by now and I let him. He moves past me and runs over to our weapons at the entrance of the warehouse.

"Dean, she's already long gone. We have other cases that are more important than her. We can always get her another time, I don't think she is going anywhere." I say. I walk over to my gun and knife and pick it up.

"Sam," Dean starts again, but I cut him off.

"Dean, just trust me on this." I plead to Dean and start to walk away from the warehouse to the Impala in the rear.

"Fine, only because I want to eat the burgers here." Dean says in a low voice that I could barley hear and follows behind me.

We get to the car and we both notice it's lower than usual. We look at the tires and see that they are slashed. Dean kicks the driver's tire out of frustration.

"That fcking witch b!tch!"

➸ First Piece and I changed it. Also going to be censoring all illicit words and scenes so I don't become demonetized so basically being a mature book. Because I want you guys to be able to read my work! So sorry in advance for curse words having like ! Or like missing a letter. You'll get it

➸ 26 October 2018