Eggshells Part 1
Author: Jena @i4z-0892-imagines
Summary: AU Serial Killers Sam and Dean Winchester find themselves in a bind when the Reader gets caught in the cross-hairs of their plans.
Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,488
Warnings: Very graphic descriptions of violence, mature themes, death, mentions of death, language, etc.
A/N: Inspired by my girl @audaciousdean‘s incredible story Sex and Violence
Blood caked his hands so thickly for so long that it’d begun to dry. He starred at the tire-iron in his hands covered in his brutal mistake. The body on the floor in front of him had run out of blood to coat the white tile of the bathroom; it was no longer recognizable as human. The skull had been bashed in, one relentless blow after another in a fit of black-out madness. He’d only realized what he’d done after the man he’d followed home was past dead. His mind was blank, numb with his own stupidity. He’d never lost this much control. It wasn’t his fault Dean rationalized- this guy just looked so much like him. The way he walked, the way he talked, the smug smile he’d given after his third shot.
Dean shook his head forcing the screams from his mind and attempted to refocus on the mess he’d created. There was no telling how many times he’d beaten the man, no telling how long either. The rage and fire had just consumed him, he hadn’t felt like that before, not since the night it’d all started.
The panic began to set in as the numbness slowly left his fingertips. He dropped the tire-iron and stood, his breath began to quicken as he did everything he could so keep his hysteria at bay. He’d fucked up, and he knew it. He stood over the sink for too long trying to wash the viscous blood from his hands, unsatisfied with the soap unable to cut through the grime as he would have liked.
“Fuck.” He hissed, the longer it took to wash away the evidence the more obvious his situation became. He was in this guy’s house, he’d never done that. He’d never planned on it either. He was just trying to get a drink, then next thing he knew he was in the house turning his brains to human jelly. “Fuck!” He hollered, chastising himself. How the fuck could he have been so goddamned stupid? He’d never been so blatantly careless before and never so fucking messy either.