So this is my first supernatural imagine and i’d be really happy if you’d like to leave some feedback or if you have any ideas of what I should write next or if I even should keep writing
Paring: TFW X Sister!Reader
Word count: +1000
Warnings: Swearing, Blood
Being the middle child wasn’t the easiest and especially being a Winchester on top of that. My name is Y/N Winchester and my life officially sucks. This is my story.
When I was 2 years old, my mother died and my father decided to hunt down the person who killed her. Here we are 33 years or so later, my father died a couple years ago and that was around the time my brothers started to ignore me. They blame me for my father’s death and I can’t blame them really, I’m usually the sibling who messes up–or so I’m told. I was killed by an angel called Naomi. She took her angel blade and stabbed me in the stomach and left me to die. Of course my dear brothers weren’t there to save me. So I died on a fucking floor in a factory of some sort. I don’t know how long I was on that floor but I remember that I woke up in a forest. I slowly stood up and looked around. I pulled up my shirt, preparing to see a nasty wound with dried blood but I saw nothing, no blood, no scar, nothing. I grabbed my angel blade which was beside me on the ground and put my gun back in the back of my belt, then I pulled my jacket closer to me and started to make my way somewhere. After a good two hours of walking, I saw a road. I decided to stay by the road in case a car decided to pass by which was very unlikely since this was in the middle of the woods and it appeared to be at least midnight, after nearly an hour of waiting I heard car engines, my head turned towards the sound, in the distance I saw a black car coming towards me. The driver probably saw me because the car started to slow down and then it fully stopped right in front of me. The car was a 1967 Chevy Impala, my dad used to have the same car. The driver opened the door and right before he opened his mouth he looked me in the eyes. Those were the eyes that I’ll never forget, emerald eyes which abandoned me all those years ago.
“Hello Dean” I said with a sad smile before turning and started to walk alongside the road. I didn’t make it very far until I felt the familiar angel blade pressed against my lower back.
“What are you and how do you know my name?” It seemed like such a dumb question, I mean he is a Winchester.
“Come on Dean, anything evil living knows your name” I said before turning around and pressing my own angel blade against his throat “And I really thought you’d recognize your little sister Dean-o” Before he could answer Sam stepped out of the car with his gun aimed at me.
“Are you really gonna shoot your big sis Sammy?” I said as I let out a laugh, I pushed Dean back so he stumbled into Sam and I started to make my away from the scene.
“Stay right where you are” Dean shouted and then I heard a gun click.
“Let me leave Dean” I sighed “I just want some food, you tend to get hungry when you’ve been dead for a couple of years” I laughed
“What?” He looked shocked “What do you mean dead for a couple of years?” “You know, you body stops workin-”
“I know what being dead means” He snapped
I looked at boys and saw noticed that they both had the same look in their eyes, last time I saw them was right after Dean had died after making that stupid deal. I walked over to the Impala and sat down on the hood.
“So how are things holding up for you” I smirked even though I knew everything that had happened in the past two years, I always loved making both of them suffer and after what they did to me I just want some revenge.
As soon as I said it, Sam aimed his gun at me.
“What the hell happened to my kind big sister, huh?” He said as he looked into my eyes
“She died when you started to ignore her and then she found herself alone and lost and it all went to hell after that” I laughed, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I grabbed it and saw that it was Castiel calling me, I looked at the boys before answering
“Hello Castiel, thanks for saving my ass back there, assuming that it was you of course” When I mentioned Castiel their heads perked up and if looks could kill man I’d be dead
“Y/N. Yes it was me, I’m sorry I couldn’t get you out sooner, but i assume you already know everything after being in hell for so long”
“Yea unfortunately, but that’s what happens when you’re a hunter” I said with a sad smile “But i’d love to catch up so if you can give me the address to the bunker so i can get my stuff and get the hell out of here that be amazing”
“I’ll text you the address”
“OK, I’ll try to be there as soon as I can.” I hung up my phone and said
“Well guys it was a pleasure to meet you again but I have to get a move on because I have to pick up some things”
“Why were you talking to Cas?” Sam asked
“Because he’s my friend and he’s the only one who has been kind to me after you guys decided to leave me” I said as I stood up “Well boys I should really get going” I smiled as I started to walk for the third time in hope that I could get into town so I can some food in my stomach and a good night sleep.
“used to ego lift my life way in the past but the homie @drewjeong put me on them isolation workouts.. it aint about how much you can push but how much u focus on contractin the body part you workin!! #meatheadfacts #nostrugglenoprogress #gettinmyweightup 💯 “
Request: Hey, idk if this has been requested but I
watched a behind the scenes thing for TWD and the director was talking about
Daryl’s sexual situation and he said he thought he was a virgin bc he felt he
wasn’t the type of person to get close enough w someone to have sex w them so
if u have the time could u please write a smut where it’s Daryl’s first time
and the reader takes his virginity and he’s like shy and nervous bc he doesn’t
wanna be bad at it?
Summary: I really
loved this idea. Can you imagine? Daryl is a virgin and the reader takes his
virginity. Season 3. Prison. This one got long, enjoy!
You looked over and watched the man that was the center of
all your thoughts since you had joined Rick’s group at the prison. You watched
as Daryl’s strong arms pierced a steel rod swiftly through the chain linked
fence and connect with walker face, on the other side. You stare at his
determined clenched jaw and his eyes focused straight ahead at the task in
front of him. He heaved his body back and then forth again, piercing another.
You watched him as he worked in the steaming heat, although it never seemed to
slow you him down, he was hard working man.
You had had feelings for Daryl since nearly the minute you
had arrived at the prison. You had been rescued from some walkers by Maggie and
Glenn and taken in to the prison. You had only been here for a few weeks, but
you had wasted no time at all getting to know people. Maggie and Glenn made
sure to introduce you around to everyone and always invited you to eat with
them and the others. You were used to being a loner, but you thought it was
nice that they tried to include you.
Every meal the entire group would gather around a large
table in the middle of the cell block. They would all laugh and talk merrily
with eachother, Maggie had told her that things had become peaceful for the
group again after setting up the prison encampment. It had been a long time
since any of them had a chance to relax a little and call a place home again.
You had never had much of a home even in the old world, you were orphaned as a
young girl and spent most of your life in the foster care system. You learned
real young how to protect yourself, you had had to.
You look back over at Daryl working the fence and rub your
neck, peering at the man questioningly. You had been here nearly two weeks and
the man had barely said a word to anyone, he worked his ass off and was one of
the most respected from what you had gathered, you wondered why he was so
silent. You wondered if he had had a similar life, you had known kids who
simply, “shut off,” after being in the system so long. He seemed like such a
good guy and in this world that was rare. You smile a little to yourself,
taking him in and letting your eyes wander gratuitously up and down his
gorgeous frame. He was so damn beautiful to look at, you thought as you bite
your lip and roam his unsuspecting body.
“I wouldn’t go workin’ too hard on that crush of yours,
I WANNA DIE PEOPLE REALLY BWLIEVE THAT FAKE ASD STORY
YO PROTIP IF THE STORY SAY S9ME STUPID SHIT LIKE
“I was working on a cosplay that nobody would be able to recognize seeing as he was on screen for 3 seconds and we didn’t see his face part of his upper body or lower body and I was workin in a coffee shop, (don’t worry they was cool with my bring my huge rolls of fabrics a hot glue gun a sewing machine and a dummy model as long as I cleaned up lol) and this girl seened it and asked if a was a shipper and then paused which is illogical becuz if she was angry enough to slap me she would of did it right away but don’t worry I called the cops”