#deanxdemon!reader

Most demons don’t remember ever being human, that’s why they are so cold and heartless but you do. You were born centuries ago but you’ve always held onto the little humanity you’ve had, wondering if one day you would be able to be brought back as a human. You knew it was farfetched but with the things you’ve seen, you thought it might be possible.

You tried to avoid Hell as much as you could, never in the mood to deal with Crowley’s ass. You loved seeing the world change, getting accustomed to the new trends and the new world as it evolved. Then you met the Winchesters but you couldn’t tell them who you were; they were Hunters.

It wasn’t like they could kill you because believe it when you say that a lot of Hunters have tried and even with that demon killing knife, they wouldn’t ever get close to you to actually use it. But you became enthralled by his soul, seeing only what other demons and Angels saw.

You saw a darkened soul that had streams of light shining through, giving Dean his humanity. You missed seeing the light in your soul but now only a few small strands struck through and you held onto those, never letting them go. They made you who you were.

Yes, you were the world’s worst demon but you couldn’t seem to care about that. You tried to get close to both Winchesters but they wouldn’t let you, thinking you were some civilian that didn’t need to be caught in the crossfire.

You thought you were getting to them but it was just Dean flirting with you like he usually did with women he thought were worthy of it. You thought you had gotten under his skin and hoped that he would let you join him but you were wrong. All he wanted was some cheap makeout session, which you gave him, but that’s all he had time for.

You could tell that he wanted more. You knew he was known for his one night stands but he wouldn’t have just wanted sex with you if you didn’t talk all night about each other, which you two did. You haven’t felt anything about anyone the way you felt for Dean. Dean ignited those feelings out of you that you didn’t know were alive anymore.

You just couldn’t let him go.

After your meeting at the bar and after Dean endlessly hitting on you (you loved the meat suit you jumped into because she was hot), you followed them around without them knowing. You knew what they were in town for.

A bunch of reckless demons started killing people and they were here to kill them all but you knew just how many there were and as good as Sam and Dean were at hunting, they would never kill every single one of those bastards by themselves.

So, you decided to stick around and save their asses when you got the chance. They waltzed into the battle ground, guns ready and knifes sharpened. You acquired one of those demon killing knives yourself a long time ago, you thought it would come in handy to use it now.

You followed them inside and as soon as the demons knew the Winchesters were here, they began attacking. The demons thought you were here with them, that is why they didn’t suspect you would be the one to kill them.

You got a few of them to gather in one room under the suspicion you would tell them what to do here but you ended up slicing their throats, killing the demons inside. You did this with the few rooms you had upstairs, killing almost half of them without the brothers knowing.

You walked downstairs, seeing the other demons fighting them and you caught the eye of the youngest Winchester, watching in confusion as you got out another one of his blades, killing two demons. The other demons looked at you, shocked that you would betray them but you couldn’t care less about them.

With the aid of the brothers, you killed the other demons and you looked at Dean and Sam with a smirk, twirling the blade in your hands.

“Well, sweetheart, if I knew you were a hunter, I would have let you come with us.” Dean said with a smirk, wiping the blood from his knife on his jeans.

“Well, I would have gotten the chance if your tongue wasn’t in my throat.” You retorted.

“If I remember, you seemed to like that.” Dean said with a wink.

“Where did you get one of those?” Sam asked, looking at the knife in your hands. You knew that Sam would be the problem; he was so damn smart. At least with Dean, you could distract him with your body.

“I got it from a friend.” You said, not exactly lying. But this friend has been dead for centuries.

“What friend?” Sam asked, looking at his brother who was on alert. Sam got his knife from a demon named Ruby so he was suspicious about you now.

“A dead friend. It doesn’t matter because I just saved your lives.” You said, putting the knife away.

“We could have handled it, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think so. Did you know the ones you were fighting weren’t the only ones? There were about twice that upstairs which I took care of. So, you’re welcome.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Then, I say this calls for some drinks. Think you’re up for round two?” Dean asked slyly, helping his brother clean up the bodies.

“Oh, you’re on.” You said, helping them. After you spent almost 2 hours cleaning up the mess, you were seated in a booth in the bar, away from everyone. Dean convinced you that he loved the privacy where you, him and Sam could talk freely about hunting without the fear of someone listening in.

“So, the bartender’s hot.” Dean said as he walked back, three beers in his hands, smirking at you.

“And here I thought you were only pining after me.” You teased, taking the bottle from him. Him and Sam drank from the immediately, looking at you to do the same.

“Thanks for saving our asses back there.” Sam said, smiling at you, caging you in between him and his brother.

“Don’t thank me. It’s no problem, really.” You said with a smile, looking at your beer bottle.

“Well, here is to Y/N.” Dean said, raising his bottle in the air, proposing a toast. You and Sam did the same and all three of you took a sip of your beers. You didn’t miss the fact that both Winchesters were looking at you and you didn’t know why until you felt a burning sensation in your throat.

You started coughing as that burning sensation got worse. You spit up the beer you drank and before you knew it, Sam had you pinned and Dean held the demon killing knife to your throat.

Damn, busted.

“You think we’re stupid? One hunter couldn’t kill that many demons without looking that good.” Dean said, looking at you. Your eyes flashed black as you stared at Dean, a smirk on your face.

“You’re going to kill me? I just saved your fucking asses. Without me, you would be dead.” You said, your eyes returning to their normal color.

“Is that why you were trying to do back at the other bar? You just wanted to go on the hunt we had to kill your own kind?” Dean asked, looking at his brother. You felt the knife loosen away from you and you took that opportunity to push him away, using your demonic powers to teleport out of the booth, not caring who saw.

“Honestly, I don’t care what you think of me or my intentions. I know you’ll think I’m lying but I’m not. I know what it’s like to be human despite how old I am. I hate seeing innocent people get killed and those demons were a problem for me.” You said, crossing your arms.

“How do you think Crowley would feel if we tell him what one of his bitches has been up to?” Dean asked.

“Crowley won’t do shit. I’m not afraid of the King of Being A Pussy. But, I know where I’m not wanted. You’re welcome again and if you need my help, call me. I know what we had back at the bar was real. You didn’t know I was a demon then but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re the only person I’ve met that makes me feel things I haven’t felt in a while.” You said, tossing the brothers a card that had only a number on it.

You smirked as you disappeared from them, going back to what you do when you weren’t bothering anyone else.

It’s been a few days since you’ve seen or talked to the Winchesters. You thought you were being nice enough to them but apparently, that wasn’t the case. If they weren’t going to call you, then you would just have to leave or find a new meat suit so you could start over with them.

You were in the bar that you first met Dean in, in one of the booths, downing a few shots as if they would actually have an effect on you. You were about to talk your third shot but a throat being cleared interrupted you.

You were about to tell whoever it was to fuck off but when you looked up, you locked eyes with the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, taking the shot.

“I can’t stop thinking about you which isn’t normal for me because you’re a fucking demon and despite every fiber in my body telling me to kill you, I can’t.” Dean said, taking a seat next to you. You looked at him with a smirk, sliding closer to him.

“I’m not a bad girl, Dean. I know how to behave myself.” You said, handing him your last shot of whiskey which he took and downed it.

“Why do I feel this way?” He asked, looking at you.

“Because you can’t help but think of me every moment of the day, wishing you were with me instead of Sam, crossing the line one too many times and believe me when I say this, I can go all night and I’m not afraid of getting a little rough.”

“Holy shit.” Dean breathed out, sliding closer to you.

“Would you like to find out what sex with a demon is like? I know Sam knows but would you like to know?” You whispered, getting closer to his lips. He didn’t say anything but pressed his lips against yours, loving the feeling of them back on his. With a snap of your fingers, you were in a motel room and on the bed, ready to show him a good time.

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