Song: Ocean Eyes -Billie Eilish
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You were the queen of hell. Lucifer had been set to the cage and Crowley had fled in fear of you.
Hell was yours to take.
You sat upon the throne dress in your black leather jacket, ripped denim jeans, and knee high boots.
Your one leg rested on the arm of the throne and you study a journal in your hand. This journal was over a hundred years old and the last remaining evidence of your demise. You had stolen it from a dark haired man.
Without it, nobody knows how to kill you.
You smirk and throw it up in the air. You make it burn and all that hits the floor is ashes.
"Your majesty, pardon me for intruding, but the Winchesters have been found." A demon rushes.
You look over at him. The Winchesters have been off the radar for about three months. They have been in a mission to destroy you.
Yet that is impossible because the spell to kill you has been destroyed. Devil traps don't work on you. You've grown an immunity to holy water and salt.
The only reason you were able to do this is because you were one of the first demons created.
You were invincible.
"Their angel toy?" You ask.
"Nothing your highness, shall we plan an attack?" The demon asks you.
"No, I already have a better plan." You tell him and smile.
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You are dressed in a white t-shirt, black pants, and tennis shoes. The demons helped you with the human blood on you.
You stumble over to the motel and knock on the door. Sam Winchester himself answered the door.
You held your side and faked a pain stricken look.
"I need your help." You groaned.
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The Winchesters ate it all up. They believed your story of demons attacking you and your family.
They believed that you and your family were hunters and said to find others for help.
They believed every little lie.
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It's been about a month and a half and you've bonded. Now they are trying to find the demons who have killed your 'family'.
You were fake reading some books when Sam walked into the room.
Sam was the kinder and more gentle one. Even though he is a moose.
"(Y/n), do you want anything to eat?" Sam asks.
You shake your head and continue to read the book. He comes in and sits on the edge of the bed.
"(N/n), you barely eat, you hardly sleep, all you care about is hunting those demons." He told you.
"I'm fine Sammy, I just want those bastards dead." You gritted your teeth.
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Supernatural Imagines
FanfictionI will be writing any kind of imagines. I will write for any character. You can be a: Angel Demon Human Hunter Any Supernatural Being Note that I'm probably only going to write about Sam, Dean, and Cas unless the others are requested. Also, a lot...
