Sam, afraid of Dean after the first time he saw Dean kill a regular human -- No possession, no nothing, and yet he still put a bullet in the old bastard's head.
He stood there, frightened beyond reason, hands shaking. He was still a kid, voice still high and sweet.
Dean's eyes were dark, fixated on his victim. A spark had lit within his soul, a black spark, eating at every bit of light his youth had left him with.
"Dean...?" Sam asks quietly, so quietly Dean almost doesn't hear him.
Dean's head is quick to snap towards Sam's soft voice.
"Sam." Dean affirms.
"What- uhm, what just happened?" Sam's playing with his own fingers, twiddling them and cracking joints and Dean takes notice, a slight rush running through him. He knows he scared Sam.
"Nothing." And Dean is suddenly mere inches away from Sam, breath shaking the kid's eyelashes. Sam keeps his gaze down, looking at the dirt.
"Nothing.. nothing," Dean keeps repeating it, surely only trying to convince himself now.
And then his lips are on Sam's. He could never tell you why, Hell he doesn't know for himself. But he kissed his baby brother, right then and there.
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Sam and Dean had been doing this since they were kids. Once they were old enough to learn how to hold a gun, how to shoot properly, had the knowledge of how to kill, they were doing it. Their dad didn’t catch on to it until it was too late, the boys killing him when they found out that he finally had pieced everything together.
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“Dean, look.” Sam pointed at the girl that was walking alone. “What about her?” This what they did. Sam would pick out someone who he thought would be fun to slice into and Dean would give his input. It was a system they worked out when they had first started kill 10 years ago.Â
“She seem’s like the type that no one would care if she went missing. Dark hair, dark clothes, dark make up. Hood up ear buds in. Long sleeved in 95 degree Texas weather. Yeah, Sam. I like her. When do you wanna snatch her?” He looked at his brother.Â
“I think we should watch her. At least for a couple days, make sure she won’t struggle too much.” Sam watched her through the window of the impala.Â
“Sammy, you like it when they struggle. Makes it more fun for you.” Dean laughed.
“I mean, you’re not wrong, but I still want to make sure that she’ll at least make it a little easier.” He smiled at his Older brother knowing that’s all it would take to make Dean agree with him.Â
“Okay, okay. Don’t gotta do the puppy eyes.” Dean revved the engine and started to follow the girl. Sam leaned towards Dean and his brother turned his head for a moment to catch Sam’s lips in his. Sam smiled as he settled into the leather of the impala.Â
They watched the girl for three days. They learned her every move, exactly which way she went home, knew what window in her house was hers. Dean was right, she wouldn’t be missed. Her family didn’t seem to pay any mind to her and as far as they could tell she didn’t have any friends. She walked with her head down most of the time, ear buds always in. On the fourth day, that’s when they made the move and grabbed her. Dean pulled the car up to the curb, Sam jumping out to grab her. It was late at night, no one around to see this encounter happen. Sam had his arms around her and was throwing her into the trunk, grabbing her phone and smashing it as he closed the trunk on top of her screams. He jumped into the front seat with Dean and they took off to their newest investment. They had found an abandoned house in the middle of no where, fixed it up a little and made it their home. The basement their newest dungeon of death.Â
Sam hauled the girl out of the trunk as Dean opened the doors that go straight to the basement. She yelled, kicked, scratched, tried to bite, but Sam’s grip didn’t waver. No one would hear her out here, that was another reason that they had picked this house to settle in for a while. Dean had gotten the table ready and Sam forced the girl to lay down, strapping her arms and legs down. She fought the entire time, even landing a slap on the side of Dean’s face.Â
“You’re going to pay for that one, little girl.” Dean leaned into the girls face.Â
“Why! Why’d you take me?! I didn’t do anything to you!” She pulled at her restraints.Â
“Because, Sweetheart. You made it so easy for us. You don’t have a life. No friends, your family doesn’t care about you. What is there for you to lose?” Sam smiled down at her. She had tears gathering in her eyes.Â
“I don’t...I don’t understand...Are you going to kill me?” She looked back and forth between the brothers.Â
“Well, yeah. That’s kind of the whole idea.” Dean laughed in the corner.Â
“I’d say that it’ll be quick but I don’t like to lie.” Sam turned around to look at the tray of knives and syringes that Dean had laid out for him.Â
“Please, please there has to be something that I can do to make you change your mind!” She struggled some more.Â
“There is nothing, Darling. Sammy wants to kill, so he gets to kill.” Dean smiled at her. She opened her mouth to say something but a scream came out instead.
The smile on Sam’s face as he cut the girl open was the prettiest smile that Dean has ever seen. It only happened when Sam was burying a blade into someone. Dean praised his brother, telling him how well he was doing, how beautiful the girls screams were because of what Sam was doing.Â
Sam was taking his time with her, making her feel everything. The brothers very well could’ve sedated the girls, take a little of the pain away. But they enjoyed the screams.Â
“Please, please, please...” the girl was whispering, rolling her head back and forth. Dean had gotten annoyed and walked to the top of the table, grabbing the girls hair and holding her in place.Â
“Stop begging.” He told her. “Nothing is going to stop this.” She let out a body racking sob, Dean looking up at his brother. Sam looked at him with compassion in his eyes. He looked down at the girl and she screamed when he moved the knife closer to her throat.Â
“Say good bye to the world, sweetheart.” Sam dug the knife across her throat so viciously that when he pulled it away Dean could see her trachea.Â
“Good job, Sammy.” Dean leaned over the dead girl and kissed him.Â
okay I know what I said about Ketch yesterday--I stand by it. But, uh...I kind of like Ketch seeking out Dean on his own, because he thinks they’re the same. And Dean recognizing at least a little of himself, how much better hunting and killing makes him feel, especially when he’s pissed or stressed. I love Dean’s darkness, unapologetically.
This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats writing AU prompt challenge and I chose the prompt: Criminal AU.
Word Count: 968
Warning(s): Angry Dean, killer!Dean, loads of angst. Like seriously, have a box of tissues ready when reading this.
You were just a waitress, trying to survive being an adult. You moved out of your parents’ house, you moved to Lawrence, Kansas. You may be a waitress but you kept a secret. A huge secret. You were involved with a criminal. That’s right. A criminal. A killer to be exact. His name? Dean Winchester. The FBI, police, everyone was after this man. You met him one night when he came in after hours. He demanded that you feed him even though the kitchen was closed. He then pulled a gun on you, he went to the kitchen with you, making sure you weren’t gonna call the cops. He watched you cook for him. You served the food to him, he made you become a slave pretty much. You and Dean then went to your apartment, Dean then made himself at home, he made you give him your phone so you couldn’t call for help. You were scared, he could kill you or rape you.
 September 29, 2017
You were at your apartment with Dean, by that he made you take him to your apartment. Dean made himself at your home, you were scared because he had his gun, so he could easily make you another victim.
Dean: So, Y/n, what do you do for a living besides being a waitress?
You: No not really. I just watch tv shows and movies on Netflix.
Dean: You’re scared of me, aren’t you?
You: n…no.
Dean: You are such a wimp.
You: I am not! I got stuck with you!
Dean then had his gun aimed at your head and he had an angry, cold, viscous look in his eyes.
Dean: No yelling or talking back at me or I’ll put a bullet in your head.
You then look at Dean, the look in his eye gave you your answer, he meant it.
A few weeks later
Dean basically moved into your apartment, he always yelling at you, calling you hurtful names. You basically always cried yourself to sleep. You always heard the names Dean called you replying in your head. When you are at work, you would see glimpses of Dean, you’d hear him yelling the hurtful names. You had to hide in the bathroom and cry. You’d wipe your eyes and go back to work.
Dean then would text you, telling you to get dinner. You couldn’t check your phone and there would be more text messages from Dean, all in caps.
You answer your messages to Dean, tears in your eyes.
Dean was eating the burger, fries and pie you brought home after he kept texting you. You didn’t eat and you looked at Dean as he ate. Â
Dean: Why aren’t you eating?
You: I’m not really hungry.
Dean: Eat.
You: I’m not hungry.
Dean then gets up, grabs a plate and puts half of his fries and a slice of pie on your plate.
Dean: Now eat.
You: Or what? You’ll put a bullet in my head.
Dean then gets mad, he then pins you against the wall, you didn’t even realize that you were standing and being pushed against the wall.
 You: You gonna kill me?
Dean: You really like pushing my buttons, don’t you? You need to learn to listen to me and not piss me off.
You: Just kill me you’ll be happy.
Dean then kisses you, you then melt into the kiss. You both then ended up making love all night. Dean may be a killer but he was gentle and loving.
October 5, 2017
You and Dean were asleep, your door knocked down, cops swarming your bed and grabbing Dean.
Dean: HEY!
You: Dean!
Cop: Dean Winchester, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?
The cops take Dean away, you looked at Dean who was in the back of the cop car, he looked at you. The look in his eyes. You didn’t want him to go to jail, but you knew he was a killer.
 Dear Y/n. If you’re reading this I am dead. I can’t take it in here anymore. I beat up one of the other inmates. No one bothered me after that. But y/n, I’m sorry I have to leave you like this. I will love you. There I said it. Sorry I never said it when we were living together, well when I moved in without your permission. I’m sorry I was a huge dick to you. I shouldn’t have treated you like a slave, I’m sorry for always texting you lots and being a dick and constantly making you get me food. I’m sorry Y/n. I left my gun there, its in a vault, the combo is 24,2,67. Use it for your protection.
Bye Y/n, Take care. Love you.
D.W.
You fell to the floor, crying, holding the letter Dean left. But now you couldn’t tell him you were pregnant with his baby.
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@beckawinchester said: Hey Bailey, could you please make me another aesthetic? For my Killer!Dean "Killer" Drabble Series! I would very much appreciate it! Thank you! :) <3
