Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

➸ Silhouettes ➸ Demon!Dean

Warning: Intense writing. Violent and abusive writing. Suicide happens at the end of chapter. May get too intense for readers.

You sip your whiskey slowly as you stare out the dirty window of an abandon house you're camping out it. You are so peaceful sitting there in an old rickety oak chair behind an old breaking down table. You feel that it is wrong being so peaceful while others out there in the world are dying. The world is in pieces and shards on the other side of the wall and your protected from it. Your demons are on the other side scratching and clawing at the wall to come and get you. But at this very moment you are at peace.

You feel yourself getting numb and weak because of the darkness inside of yourself. It is tearing at you to let it free to let it out into the world. You did that once and many people died. Never again are you going to do that. It's one of your many regrets but not the regret of doing anything you could for Dean. What you've become was all for Dean, to save him. The downfall of it all is that when he looks at you you can see he thinks what you have become is his fault.

You could remember when you first came out of Hell you went on a mass killing spree. The demon inside of you had a ball being in control for once. You became weak after that being in the back of your mind. You didn't have the strength to fight her off, to fight against your stronger self for control. You let her wear you around and kill people.

You could hear Dean's breaths from the bedroom next to where you're sitting. He's laying where you once stayed in the same position for weeks at a time. You didn't have the strength to get up to move around to face what you have done. The darkness stirring in you was reaching a peak of you never being the same; never coming back.

The silhouettes of all the people that died for you or the people you killed hung a heavy weight on your chest. The room was closing in on you but you welcomed it with open arms and drank your whiskey slowly and calmly. You have become the darkness and Dean has become his own demon. You two are like two peas in a pod.

You both became your own demons but for different reasons. He did it for the greater good and you did it to save yourself the loneliness. You were a cold hearted tainted black soul before but now you live and breathe it. You deserve becoming a demon but Dean, he deserves better he didn't deserve this.

You have always been beside Dean. Both through the good and through the bad. You were each others rocks but now your are both waiting to just die. To become one with the dirt till you're nothing but apart of the Earth again as you were when created up above. Then you'd both go back to Hell for eternity.

You still remember getting back in control after killing the last of your family. Everyone you ever knew from your family or apart of your family blood line was died. The blood dripped down the crow bar you used to cave in their heads after each blow. Tears mixed in with the blood and rain as the heavens cried down on you in the old red painted barn.

Your little baby brother was the last to die and that was pure torture. His tiny wails piercing the night as you continually beat at his small fragile form. Sobs throbbed through your body leaning against the poorly painted wooden wall of the barn that night after the deed was done.

You gasp out of your flashback and tears are flowing down your pale deflated face. You stand up from the table leaving your forgotten drink behind and walk to the 1900's looking kitchen. You begin to write a little note for Dean giving your explanation for not being there when he wakes up. But then you started puting down some last minute thoughts you were having and soon it was a two-sided note. You leave the long note on the counter and walk out of the claustrophobic house to the wide open outdoors. The abandoned house is on a cliff that is hanging over the Pacific Ocean.

You sit on the edge and stare at the waves beating into the cliff. The waves are beautiful and your white dress is becoming brown from all of the dirt you're sitting in. You think back to when the demon wasn't inside of you. You think back to your family and their happy smiles before that horror night. You think back to your and Dean's relationship before you going to Hell and before him becoming a demon. You think back to happy times.

You stare at the sunset as the sun kisses the Earth's horizon goodbye and lets it's love glow in the night sky for half a days time before coming back up. You breathe in another time and lay down not knowing what to do anymore. You can't go on. The silhouettes of everyone that is died kills you. It is utter Hell on Earth for you. Maybe heaven has a spot for a mentally messed up girl's up there. You stare at the stary night sky and think if God intended for this to happen. You quickly throw the idea out your mind. You have broken your density chapters ago in your life's story.

You look at the moon and a tear slips down your face. You look at the waves and jump deciding this is the end of the story.

➸ Edited. Okay honestly this is a messed up chapter. It gave me shivers and I hated how it made me feel. Chapter dedicated to the song Silhouettes by Of Monsters and Men. Should listen to it while reading. I listened to it while writing.