Supernatural: Horsemen X Headless Horsman!Reader

I sensed the Winchesters before I heard them, and I hid in the shadows of the abandoned building I had claimed as my own. Over the past week, I had been luring hunter after hunter to my temporary home and none had been able to get rid of me. They weren’t much of a challenge, but now, to my delight, Sam and Dean Winchester had made an appearance.

‘It’s going to be fun to kill the angel’s favourite toys.’ I thought to myself, unsheathing my sword as my armour made a soft, quiet sound. It alerted the Winchesters to where I was and I felt them start to move towards me, quietly whispering a plan of action to each other. There footsteps echoed through out the empty rooms of the building as they made their way up the stairs, getting closer to where I was. I remained near the wall, and when the brothers entered the room I felt them pause. I guess I hadn’t hidden as well as I thought.

“Sammy, what is that?”

“It’s a knight without his head…” Sam replied, and I felt my anger rise.

'I am a woman, not a male. You should not be so discriminating.'

My voice echoed through the room, the tension growing. Without a mouth my words seemed to come from everywhere in the room, and even though I didn’t have eyes to see I could feel Sam and Dean’s surprise and confusion.

'I am so glad you two decided to make an appearance… I was looking for a challenge…'

“You’re the one who has been killing everyone?” Dean asked and I swore if I had eyes I would have rolled them.

'Nothing gets past you, does it?'

I felt his frustration grow. Good, maybe that would cloud his judgement when he was fighting me.

“Listen here you sonofa-“

'Still not a man.'

“Why have you suddenly started killing?” Sam asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.

'Entertainment. It gets boring when you are on your own.'

“Why don’t you try making friends? You’re less likely to get killed. Or do you scare everybody away without a head?” I chuckled at Dean’s words dryly.

'You think you are so funny. Well, let’s see if you like it without a head.'

I moved forward, pulling my sword forward. I took a step and felt both of the Winchesters stiffen up, getting ready to pounce.

'And if you think rock salt and holy water is going to defeat me you are wrong. I am not some petty ghost or demon.'

I felt the brother’s confusion and I felt triumph filling me at the feeling of confusion and fear coming from the brothers.

“What are you then?” Sam asked.

'One of a kind.'

I replied, before lunging forward. Before I could touch one of them however I froze, feeling two being approaching that was very powerful, perhaps even more powerful than me. I was blood-thirsty but not stupid, and I cursed.

'Sorry boys, I will have to go, but don’t worry. We can finish our fight later.'

With that, I teleported out of there just before the two beings (who I saw as being archangels when I left) arrived to the Winchester’s aid and I grumbled. Great. With two archangels on their side I doubted I could ever get them along again, and I risked getting myself killed. But I knew I couldn’t give up; I always loved a good game with my victims.



“_____.” I jumped and spun around at the voice behind me, even though I couldn’t see anything either way. I pulled my sword from my sheath and heard another one being drawn.

“War, put your sword away. We are not looking for a fight.”

“I’m always looking for a fight.” The male called War replied, but I could sense the males were not looking for a fight so I lowered my sword, but kept it unsheathed. I began to focus in on the entities and frowned. They were powerful but unlike anything I had felt before. They felt almost familiar, and I grew restless. Curiosity got the better of me, and I began to ask questions.

'Who are you?'

The males shut up, and I heard a third voice that was full of curiosity, yet was slightly quieter than the others.

“You can talk?” He asked, and I huffed.

'Yes. Just because I am headless just not mean I can’t talk.'

“You’re a woman?” The loud voice asked and I shuffled uncomfortably on my feet.

“War, shut up, you are making her weary of us and that’s not what we want.” A fourth voice said and I grew in confusion. Four of them. And they didn’t want to fight. Why?
Why do you not want to fight? Is it because I am a woman?

“No.” The first voice replied, authority leaking into his voice. “We are here because you are like us.” My confusion only grew.

'W-What?'

“My name is Death.” The voice said again. “My brothers, War, Famine and Pestilence are all Horsemen of the Apocalypse… We believe you are the same, if not very similar to us.”

I felt the world stop, and I lessened my grip on my sword.

'I am not like you… I’ve been one of a kind since forever and I don’t know who you are. If I am like you, why have I not heard from you?'

“Because we didn’t know you existed until word got around the hunter and supernatural communities about you. We had to come and find out for ourselves.” The curious voice replied, and I felt him moving closer. He gently took maybe hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “My name is Pestilence, and if you choose to trust me I promise I will help you fit in. This is rushed, crazy to you. But surely we feel somewhat familiar?”

'You feel slightly familiar… But not recognisable.'

“I feel that with you.” He replied, and I could tell he was smiling at me. “So, will you trust me? Will you trust us? I know it seems unlikely and something made up, but we believe it is the truth.”

I thought things over. I couldn’t sense any lies coming from the male, and as I searched his thoughts I knew he was telling the truth. I reached out to the other’s thoughts and saw no lies, so I decided to trust them.

'Okay, I will trust you. I am growing tired of being on my own, it will be nice to have some friends.'

“Come on then.” The leader of the group said, moving away. “Let’s go back to our house.” I then felt his presence disappear.

“Ignore Death.” War said, coming up on my other side. “He likes bossing us about.”

“And if he didn’t there would be pandemonium.” Famine said, before he too disappeared. I heard War sigh and Pestilence chuckle.

“Come on, let’s get you home. I’ve always a wanted a sister!” War finally said, and before long I was whisked away to the Horsemen’s home.



*1 Year Later*

“____! Fight me!” I groaned as War’s presence burst into my room, his sword in hand as he brandished it in front of me. Over the past year, War had grown more and more frustrated as I was the one thing he couldn’t beat in a fight. Pestilence always teased him for losing against me, and even I had to laugh at how War started shouting at himself for losing. Today I was just not in the mood for a fight though, so I just lay on my bed.

“____, come on, I think I can beat you this time.”

'You always say that.'

“This time I mean it!”

'I don’t want to fight today, War. I just want to rest.'

I felt him hesitate, before the bed dipped and I felt War’s arms slide around me, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Are you sick? Should I get Pestilence? Has someone said something to you? I’ll kill them if they have; nobody makes fun of my sister and gets away with it!” I chuckled at his loyalty and pressed closer to him.

'It’s none of those things, I just want a day off. I love fighting you, but a girl needs a break sometimes.'

“Okay… But we can fight tomorrow, right?”

'Yes, yes we can fight tomorrow.'

“What do you want to do now then? Because I’m bored.”

'How about we go and annoy Pestilence in the lab?'

“Good idea… But you are taking the fall this time. I always take the fall and get in trouble just because your Pestilence’s favourite.”
I’m everyone’s favourite.

“… That’s true.”