Supernatural Imagines

When The Tables Turn Dean Winchester X Vampire!Reader

"Well at least I wasn't a stripper hoe like you were and got knocked up, oh wait. You purposefully wished for this life, what is sooooo amazing about it anyway?! Immortality? That's a fucking joke, having to kill innocents for blood, stealing more lives than we deserve to live. Heh, I bet you even begged that poor vamp who turned you, using what little of a body you had to seduce him." You growled, the disgust dripping from your tone of voice.

She just gaped and stared at you, her nest hissing in reply to your insult at their leader.

"Alright, ladies put away the claws." Laughed the shorter of the two Winchesters, the taller one just looking like a concerned little puppy.

"Excuse me!?" Both of you shrieked and looked at him.

"Whoa, whoa." Dean backed up arms raised, machete in one. "We just need to kill that one," He said, pointing his machete at you. "Then possibly they rest of you freaks."

"Dean." Sam hissed and hit him.

"Oh sorry, I forgot there was a queue to kill me, but sorry that ain't happening." You snorted.

"Well if you quite murdering people then maybe we wouldn't have to!" Yelled another vamp. Others nodding in agreement.

"Don't put their deaths on me! Your freshies over there are like 90% of the problem!" Jerking a finger at the huddled newborns in the corner of the alleyway you were held in.

"Enough!" The female leader yelled. "We both know this ends in blood, so why not kill the pretty little loner over there and get on with the real fight."

"In your dreams, skank!" You lunged at the leader, aimed for her throat. But she deflected your hit, landing you into the wall. She pounced after you, starting the cat fight.

While you fought the lead vamp, Sam and Dean had begun to wipe out the rest of the nest. Going for the untrained freshies first, to get them out of the way. Then it was on to the experienced killers, those vamps knew how to lay a hit. All those years of training, from medieval times to ancient Japanese fighting forms. They knew it all, no wonder these vamps wanted you dead, you were the only one who could stop them and their killings.

Just as you had her pinned, slowing the long life draining out of the leader, you heard a yell. A very manly yell and knew it was one of the men hunting you. So you turned to see the second in command lowering his teeth down onto Dean's neck. Sam was preoccupied with one of the last vamps of the nest, but still a handful. You noticed that Sam was on the verge of blacking out, and Dean had a huge gash across his middle. Perfect.

"Tch, damn boys grew on me." You released the half dead female and ran to Dean's aid. You threw the hungry vampire off him. You quickly snatched the machete Dean hand and placed it in your belt loop.You had a show down of hissing and jab steps, but the other vamp was clearly bluffing. Dean watched from up against a trash, thankful he didn't kill you earlier.

The fight was quick, with you dominating from your centuries of experience. But then both female leader and vamp that stopping fighting Sam ganged up on you, knowing this might not end well. You didn't have much to live for anyways, so whatever. Plus Sam was out and Dean was going to bleed to death if you didn't help them.

"Bring it bitches!" You yelled. They both sprinted forward, you jumped immediately making both of the two crash heads. You undid the machete from you belt loop in a flash, jamming the thing through the back of the leader, the tip sticking out of her last miion's skull. You landed on their necks, hearing a crack as you successfully broke it. Ripping the machete from their braindead heads, hopping off their necks, and slicing the heads off. Quick, efficient, and simple. That's they way you fought.