“You always loved the color red. It was beautiful, different shades of red reminded you of a rose. Until one day. One day a hunt went terribly wrong. A demon found a way to possess you, took control of your body. You could understand everything that was happening, you tried to fight the demon, but nothing worked.
After seeing Dean on his knees, his face bloody from all the punches the demon did, him pleading you, “please, this is not you.” Moreover, it was not, but there was no way for you to stop.
You hated the color red. It was dark, hurtful, bruised. No matter the shades of red, it reminded you Dean’s blood on your hands.” #red#deanwinchester#deanimagine#spnfamily#spnimagines#shortimagine#shortstory#supernaturalfamily#supernatural chrystelemyriam.org