#mr. “you who let lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in hell” would not let this slide

[hoziersmilligan]

can't believe people think michael, the all-powerful, human-hating archangel who became this fond, sappy, lovesick mess for this human he happened to get trapped in the cage with, would just completely revert back to his heavenly ways and believe his dad, no questions asked. like no that man was BROKEN and he needed some sense of stability after adam died, even if it came from the man who killed him.

[spnwaywardwitch-blog]

Unleashed Part 3

Oh, being powerful was such a wonderful thing. With very little to worry about, walking into Hell to meet with Asmadeus alongside Ketch was simply not threatening to me at all. The part that tore at me most was that this was the first time I was stepping into this horrid place and knowing that I would not see my son.

     Fergus. What had come over his bloody brain to die for the Winchester's? Yes, yes he locked Lucifer away in another bloody dimension. That was all good, but we all knew he would come back. He always came back. Maybe if I was lucky, the day he did return I could have a hand in his demise.

     Focus Rowena, I had to keep telling myself. Ketch had continously told me how powerful this Asmadeus was and that I should be focusing on how to convince him of my plan. I needed to get Olivette!

     "How are you feeling Rowena? There's no turning back now. With your power I am sure Asmadeus can already sense your presence." Ketch seemed to think I was scared. Oh dear child, you're the one who's frightened.

     "Let this Asmadeus sense my presence all he wants. He does not frighten me. This is a business deal. One he would be foolish not to accept." Smiling I turned towards the door that was Fergus's old throne room and watched as Ketch took a deep breath and knocked.

     The doors slowly creaked open and low and behold, there he was. Looking like that old geezer from that fried chicken joint, with a spotless white tuxedo on. I wanted to roll my eyes at the appearance of him but knew that would not help my cause. As Ketch and I approached the throne my eyes darted around to see if I could spot Olivette.

     It didn't take me long to locate her as she began to squeal at the sight of me. She was over in the far right had corner next to a man in a cage.

     "Ahh, so this must be Rowena. Mr. Ketch, I could have sworn I ordered you to have her destroyed. You disobeyed me yet again. You know the punishment will be severe." He sat there relishing in his own words. Looking up at him, seeing his true face was different. Although it looked very similar to a demons, there was a slight crown to the black smoke that I could tell signified that he was one of the Princes of Hell. But there was something more. A blue haze around the smoke. Something I did not expect to see.

     "Forgive him my lord. But you see, I am rather difficult for the likes of mankind to destroy. But on a brighter note. I do believe I may be of some help to you." I looked up at this... thing, with a wicked smile upon my face.

     "Help to me? And why should I need help from the likes of you witch?"

     "I know what it is you seek to destroy. In that, I can deliver that to you. Now, I am here to negotiate terms with you my liege.  I will not do this for free." He was taken aback by my words. Good. Let him know he does not frighten me. "In return, of handing you the Winchester brothers on a silver platter,  I would like some help in a matter of my own. Finding the hidden Grand Coven members."

     "And how exactly are you going to deliver me the Winchester's might I ask? Last I heard they weren't very fond of you."

     Good. My plan was working. He's bitten the worm now I just need to reel him in.

     "The Winchester's and I have a mutual understanding.  I help them from time to time, and in return they owe me a favor. It would not be difficult to get them to put themselves in the open into your waiting hands. Now. Do we have a deal?"

     "Why would I help you in return for this favor when I could crush you like a bug at any second?" His smirking face made my blood boil. Oh, how I wish I could take him out. Right here. Right now. But, it would take a lot more than my power to bring down a Prince of Hell. Although, he seemed to think he could easily take care of me. What a fool.

     "You are powerful, that is true. Could you kill me? Possibly. But I would return. And it would honestly be more work than you need do. Now, I can make getting a hold of the Winchester's very easy for you. This is the only time I will extend this offer. Take it or leave it. But you may never get this opportunity again."

     "Fiesta one aren't you? You know what? I'll make you a deal. If you can make it through my gang here." He gestured towards demons that flanked Ketch and I on both sides that I hadn't noticed before. "Without Mr. Ketch help of course. I will accept your offer."

     Before I knew it Asmadeus had Ketch thrown back against the wall as to make sure he didn't interfere. The demons on either side of me crept closer, smirks creeping up their cruel faces. Alright, he wanted to see what I could do. So be it. I quickly threw a spell at the demons on my right to stop their advance while I dealt with the two on my left hand side.

     "A shield charm? Is that all you have witch? That is not going to impress the likes of me much." Asmadeus was enjoying himself. I glared over at him and threw my purple lightning spell I had used on the demon in my hotel room at the two that were advancing.  Soon enough they burned and turned to a pile of ash. Turning around I removed the shield charm from the other two and cast my attack dog spell on the two of them and had them finish each other off without having to move a muscle myself.

     "Hmm, impressive. But I'm not really sure that's impressive enough. And here I thought that I should be frightened of you." He started to laugh which angered me beyond measure. Okay, he wants to be frightened of me. I'll give him a reason to be.

     Turning to face him head on I could feel the power building up inside me. I let my eyes flare purple and at the sight of them Asmadeus stopped laughing. I let the strands of purple lightning wrap around my fingers as I walked towards him before unleashing them upon him. He screamed in pain as the strands wrapped themselves tightly around him. I lifted my hands up in the air and his body mimicked the action flying up to smash into the ceiling of the room. Once he had fallen to the floor and threw him across the room where he smashed into the wall beside Olivette and the man locked in the cage. As I pulled the cords back and away from Asmadeus I noticed that the man was an angel, but I didn't have the time to start wondering why there was an angel in a cage in Hell so I slowly walked over to Asmadeus who was pulling himself upwards. I knelt down to be on his level and stared him straight in the eyes, my eyes still flaring with my purple magic I brought all the courage I could to my voice when I spoke next. "Take the deal my liege or we will need to find out who is the tougher opponent right now."

     "It's a deal." I could hear the fear in his voice. Good, let him be frightened. To be honest, I was a little myself. I managed to put on a smile and turned to leave. As I walked out of the room I heard him yelling at his followers and at Ketch. I definitely put him in a rage. Luckily for me, I got out in just enough time. The deal was made. Now to finish up the rest of my plan.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imperfect Little Demon

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Summary: Dean is a demon and Sam and the reader have been attempting to cure him for two months to no avail. Dean’s getting out more often though and it’s only a matter of time before he finds a way out of the bunker for good. Can the reader and Sam figure out a cure or are they stuck with Dean as a demon forever?

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader (featuring plenty of Sam)

Word Count: 9,300ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping, mild injury, threats of violence, kinda drugging, self-depreciation, mention of suicidal thoughts to alleviate pain, mentions of canonical torture

A/N: There are parts of this fic that are somewhat dark so heed the warnings (most of these are not described in great detail though)...

A/N #2: I missed writing Demon Dean and wanted to put a different spin on it with this...

“Dean,” you growled, his green cocky eyes on his brother, smiling at him while Sam held a blade to his throat. “What did you do?”

“Sammy and me were just playing a little real life whack-a-Sammy, weren’t we,” he said, shaking his head, eyes still locked on a panting Sam. “You don’t have the guts. Put that thing away Sammy before you hurt yourself.”

“Sam,” you said, ripping the blade out of his hands, holding it to Dean’s throat who shrugged as he glared at you. “Go relax. I’ll take him back to his room.”

“Oh, sounds kinky,” said Dean, your hand on his shirt collar turning him around, shutting his playfulness off. “Y/N, back off.”

“Watch yourself Dean,” you said, pressing the tip of the blade ever so gently against his pulse point, Dean’s breathing changing for a moment. “Good boy.”

“Stop it,” he growled, letting you walk him back to the dungeon, staying perfectly rigid as you went.

“Behave. Last time I nearly nicked your pretty neck when you started thrashing around. We both know how scared you got when that happened,” you said. 

“I was not scared you pathetic little-”

“I said watch yourself,” you said, changing the angle on the blade, letting the sharp point give the lightest cut to his skin.

“Okay, okay!” he said, an angry whimper grumbling through his teeth. “Don’t mess around with that thing. You might actually kill your precious Dean.”

“I was going to cook you a steak dinner tonight too before you went and escaped your room,” you said, walking Dean back into the dungeon, pushing him over the devil’s trap and stealing the lore book he’d managed to sneak in back. For someone who had always hated research, he sure was damn good at finding new ways out of a devils trap. Dean grumbled and sat down on his mattress, crossing his arms at you. 

“Can I please have steak for dinner?” he asked, forcing a smile on his face.

“Considering you tried to kill your baby brother...no,” you said. “You were being good too ya know.”

“What can I say, I get a little antsy sitting in here staring at the same four walls all day long,” he said, twitching his bottom lip.

“Yes, you’re so obviously being treated poorly, Mr. Demon,” you said, throwing your arms around. “It’s not like you have a bed and laptop and tv and books and booze and snacks and even a freaking bathroom Sam put in. We could leave you tied up in a hard ass chair all day with nothing so consider yourself lucky.”

“Aw, I hurt her feelings?” said Dean, giving you a mean smile. “Always was such a tough little thing except when she was around Dean. What’d you tell him? He made you feel safe with a big and strong guy around to take care of you?”

“Hey, genius,” you said, crossing your arms at him. “Maybe if you help us figure out why the blood cure didn’t work and how to get you human again, maybe you can go back to those hugs and kisses you liked so much?”

“Oh sweetie, the only thing I want your mouth wrapped around on me is my-”

“Watch the mouth or you can have peanut butter sandwiches for the next week,” you said.

“Oh, what awful torture!” he said, rolling his eyes. “I give it two days before you’re back in here with another book to try another cure that won’t work and I’ll get out again and I’ll hunt you two down again and it’ll be a whole thing again and-”

“Bunker’s warded babe,” you said, cocking your head with a smile, his face falling. “Good luck finding it. Until then, you can stay as strong as a pissed off three year old.”

“Still strong enough to take care of you and Sam,” said Dean with a shrug. “Better get going on that cure sweetheart. One of theses days, I’m getting out and I’m certainly not getting tossed back in here.”

“I’ll bring you dinner in an hour, demon boy.”

The next day felt odd. Sam had to run out for supplies, only home long enough to drop them off before Jody was calling, asking for backup on a case. You sent Sam off, knowing he needed a break from his brother, knowing you needed to have your nurture time with him.

You rarely did it when Sam was home but Dean had never mentioned it to him and you were fairly sure Sam wasn’t aware you did it at all. It wasn’t a secret but in a way it was. Dean wasn’t surprised when you walked in through the open door to the hall way around lunchtime, dragging a chair and then another in. You slid his roast beef sandwich over, chewing on your own as you took a seat. Dean quietly stood up from his bed and adjusted the tv so you could see, moving his big bean bag chair over close to you but that barrier keeping him from actually reaching out and touching.

You were midway through a comedy, both of you laughing when you caught him looking at you, something sweetly dangerous staring back.

“I can be good,” he said, glancing up innocently. “I can act like this outside of this room too.”

“Don’t do that,” you said. “Our relationship is on hold until you’re a human again, Dean. You know I can’t let you out. You’ll hurt me or use me to get to Sam and then get rid of us both.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind leaving me to finish watching on my own,” he said, his jaw going hard. “Please.”

You sighed, taking the plates and chairs away, Dean nodding a thank you for giving him some privacy. You knew his head had to be a whole lot of messed up and it hurt to see him fight not only you but himself at times. It was probably just a faint echo in the back of his head but you knew from the way he looked at you sometimes, how he let himself get caught sometimes...your Dean was somewhere buried deep down in there and he wanted the fuck out.

After doing a couple chores you passed by Dean’s room, catching him passed out in his bed, the tv going while he caught a nap. You figured you were due for one yourself and some nice and fresh sheets were the perfect thing to crawl into. In twenty minutes the dryer would be going off anyways and Sam would come home to a clean house for once.

“Oh no,” you said before you even opened your eyes. Your arms were behind your back, not that that was cause for concern. The fact you couldn’t move them or that you were laying on something cold and hard screamed your afternoon plans had gone horribly wrong.

“Now...I have to say, Y/N. For as careful as you are, you done messed up sweetheart,” said Dean, his hand patting your cheek making you groan. “Up and at ‘em.”

His hands on your shoulders tugged you into a sitting position, your eyes blinking open to find you were in the library, leaned up against one of the columns. Dean was sat in a chair across from you, twiddling the demon blade in his hands, laughing to himself.

“See...whenever you come in there and just hang out, I know Sam’s not home which makes this...well it makes it really fucking easy is what it does,” he said, chuckling when you tested the ropes on your wrists, finding them way too tight and already cutting into your skin. “The other part...you made me bleed. Not nice, Y/N. Not nice at all. It was barely a paper cut but...it was all I needed. I found a neat little spell in the grimoire. Get out of a devil’s trap free card but...and here’s the kicker...they don’t work on me anymore. Doesn’t that just sound really shitty for you?”

“Is this the part where you kill me? Or torture me? Or...bore me to death? I’ve had the enjoyment of being stuck with Lucifer. Trust me, you’re like dealing with an oversized kitten right now, bucko,” you said, doing a pretty damn good job of sounding indifferent to the whole situtaiton if you thought so yourself.

“Where is the warding that’s keeping me from leaving?” he asked, finally pointing the knife at you.

“Sorry, don’t have a clue,” you said with a shrug and a smile.

“You actually don’t, do you,” said Dean with a laugh, you face flickering. “Alright, I’ll hand it to you, that’s a little bit smart.”

“Well if you want to untie me I’m sure Sam would love to tell you when he gets home. In fact, I’ll go over to Jody’s and ask him and then I’ll be sure to come right back and tell you, okay?” you said, Dean pursing his lips, your own pouting.

“Or,” he said kneeling down, grabbing your hair until you whimpered. “We call him and if he doesn’t give me the answer, I’ll use every trick in the book I learned in hell on you. I wonder what’ll happen up here if I do it? I bet you wouldn’t even last until the fun stuff...or I’ll just use the grimoire and that little book of the damned and keep you going until-”

“Stop it,” you whined, Dean’s face faltering for a second. 

“If he tells me what I want to know, I promise I won’t hurt you,” said Dean, his grip still too tight but his voice softer. “The more scared you sound, the easier this’ll go.”

You didn’t say anything, Dean relaxing his hold until he was running a hand over your head, shushing you while the phone rang. The second you heard Sam’s voice on the other end, Dean’s hand clamped over your mouth, his finger tapping it onto speaker.

“Y/N? What’s-”

“Hiya Sammy,” said Dean, giving the phone a smile. “Y/N’s a little tied up at the moment but we sure were curious where you put that warding.”

“Dean, don’t-”

“Y/N, say hi to Sammy and I mean only hi. Understand?” he said. You nodded your head, his hand sliding over to cup your cheek. 

“Hi, Sam,” you said, the hand immediately back, a large huff of air spurting out of your nostrils, Dean ignoring you.

“She’s alive and as pretty and perky as ever. If you want to keep her that way, tell me where the warding is and I mean now, Sam,” said Dean. Sam was quiet on the other end, Dean staring at you. “Looks like he’s hanging you out to dry, sweetheart...I guess we’re finding out if your-”

“Garage, behind the red toolbox on the floor, near the garbage cans,” said Sam with a sigh. “It’s on the wall. Let her-”

“Thank you,” said Dean, ending the call, pulling his hand from your mouth to snap the phone in half. “Let’s hope he was telling the truth, huh?”

About five minutes later your butt was cold from the cement floor, Dean nodding to himself when he pushed opened the garage door and stepped outside, the warding holding him gone.

“Freedom, that’s nice,” said Dean, taking a deep breath, gaze going back to you. “It’s not fun being locked up, is it.”

“Are you gonna kill me?” you asked, Dean shaking his head. “Torture me?”

“I think I want an insurance policy right now until I can figure out where to lay low,” said Dean, your head dropping. “If you’re good, maybe I won’t need to keep you stuck in a chair either.”

“Just let me know when I wake up from this nightmare,” you said, Dean hauling you to your feet, putting you in the back of Baby and taking off without looking back.

Six Months Later

“Ouch,” grumbled Dean, your eyes blinking open to see him on the other side of the dungeon, his eyes furious. “What did you do!”

“I’m locked in here with you in case you hadn’t noticed!” you said, staring at your wrists in front of you, the leather bracelet that you’d worn for so long now gone.

“What did you-”

“She didn’t. I did,” said Sam, pulling open the doors, giving you a hard stare. “You’ll feel like your old self soon and Dean...you’ll feel like your old self pretty soon too I hope. The two of you are going to sober back up into your normal selves the next few hours and then I’m putting you both to bed.”

Sam gave you a little nod before he left, closing up after himself, your wrist covered in a nasty looking scar, your other hand squeezing over it. 

“Y/N, you got to figure out a way to get us out of here,” said Dean, your eyes spotting the chain around his ankle. “Come on sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

“I don’t think I’m supposed to,” you said, cocking your head at him. “You’re...I thought...you...I’m going back to sleep.”

“Y/N. Don’t...Y/N...dammit Y/N!”

You woke up alone in an empty bedroom, Sam giving you a big hug when he came by a few minutes later. Your body had it’s will power back, Sam already saying he’d destroyed that thing Dean stuck on you months and months ago. Dean had quickly given up on you seeing things his way, preferring a bit of spell work to keep you what you could remember as being in a happy but fuzzy state. It wasn’t like you didn’t have disagreements during that time but you always quickly caved to him and figured you weren’t looking at things from the right perspective. You never remembered him hurting you or being afraid but there were times when you really just wanted to take him home to Sam and couldn’t.

“Sammy,” you said, his hand rubbing up and down your arm. “How’d you find us?”

“Took a bit of tracking down but I finally figured out he got his hands on that bracelet and that if I tracked it, I could find you both. You must be feeling a lot better, huh?” he asked, your head nodding. “We’ll talk more after you get some sleep.”

“Is Dean okay?” you asked, Sam’s pause making your stomach drop. “You didn’t...”

“The cure I have...it’s...think of Dean being at a center point on a line. One way is good, the other bad. The cure is going to...push him a little down the good, so less demon...but then snap him back bad so more demon. He’ll have to go back and forth until he gets all the way good again and he’s human,” said Sam.

“That...what?” you asked, scratching your head.

“He’s on the good right now so that’s a positive,” said Sam, rubbing the back of his head. “He just...needs to live in the dungeon a little while longer is all. It’s going to work. It’ll just take time and we both need to be very careful about him getting loose again.”

“Sam, how positive are you that this cure will work? Devils traps are no good against him anymore,” you said. Sam didn’t say anything but his eyes flickered down, slowly coming up with a pained expression. 

“It...might work...but probably not...I had to get you back somewhere safe again. I saw you guys on some gas station footage and you were sticking to him like glue. I knew he did something to you and had to get you home,” said Sam. “I’ve been more focused on making sure I didn’t miss you in a morgue than looking for cures.”

“I’m okay, Sammy. Not sure he actually has it in him to do that despite what he says. As far as locking him up again, that’ll have to be okay,” you said, nodding your head. “We’ll just have to ward the bunker and his room and that hall. That’ll help keep him put, right?”

“Warding plus the cuffs will-”

“No cuffs,” you said, Sam sighing. “No. Cuffs. It’ll scare him.”

“Your undying desire to treat him normally is sweet Y/N but he’s gotten out too many times and he’s going to be extra pissed off so I’m sorry but he needs to wear them for now. He can still run around his room and crap, just for our own protection, we need it,” said Sam.

“Fine. I’ll get him to do it,” you said, swinging your legs over the edge of the mattress. “It’s less likely he wants to kill me right now anyways.”

“Please be careful,” said Sam. He pulled the cuffs out of his back pocket and handed them over. You slowly walked down to the dungeon area, seeing all of the warding painted on the walls there, more so in the hall just outside Dean’s room. Dean was laying on the floor, Sam seeming to have left the dungeon set up for Dean in your absence. 

“Well if you wanted to get dirty, all you had to do was say so, sweetheart,” said Dean, turning his head with a smile, resting his hands on his chest. He spotted the cuffs in your hands, shaking his head. “Not really in the mood for that though. Maybe later.”

“Dean, put them on,” you said. He shrugged his shoulders, wearing that big grin the whole damn time. He looked behind you at Sam, flashing his black eyes, Sam inhaling sharply.

“Why so scared, pup? Big brother won’t bite...” said Dean, snarling his lip up for a moment. 

“Put the cuffs on, Dean,” said Sam. Dean rolled his eyes and sat up, holding out his arms. You tossed them at him, Dean sighing, snapping one on with a wince, the other with a growl. He panted hard a few times, shaking his head out at the sudden energy loss. “We’ll figure it out Dean.”

“I’ve been hearing that for a long time Sammy. Might be time to realize this is permanent,” said Dean.

“I’m going to research,” said Sam, turning and walking out. Dean stood up and walked just a few feet away from you, cocking his head.

“How about you be a good girl and let me out of these, sweetheart?” asked Dean, holding up his arms. “I know you weren’t on board with this.”

“You forced me to go with you. You deserve it,” you said. Dean dropped his arms, laughing to himself.

“You were being stubborn. Admit it, you like me like this,” said Dean, biting his bottom lip. “You’re very own demon on your side.”

“I’ll bring you some food in a little while,” you said. Dean scoffed and you unfortunately turned around, saw the dangerous green eyes staring back. 

“I said to let me out of these cuffs,” said Dean, stepping over the old devil’s trap, backing you down the corridor.

“I’ll be back,” you said, quickly getting into the hall and locking the door tight behind you. 

“Y/N, please,” you heard Dean mumble through the door. “You know me.”

“I’ll be back soon, Dean.”

Nearly two months had passed and Sam’s rubber band cure was a bust. Dean was agitated that he was stuck with the cuffs on most of the time but he was behaving. So much so, Sam thought it might be okay to leave him on his own while the two of you went off on a lead.

“Sam, I don’t feel comfortable leaving him here locked up by himself,” you said, Sam rolling his eyes. He closed his laptop, running his hands over his face with a groan. “One of us needs to stay.”

“Last time he was home alone with you, he-”

“He won’t get out. I won’t go near him, I promise,” you said, Sam sighing, holding up his hands.

“Fine. But I swear, if I find out you even went near that side of the bunker...” warned Sam, your head nodding. “I know it’s hard Y/N but it’s not him. We’ll get him back.”

“Let’s hope fifty seventh time is the charm,” you said, Sam chuckling. 

A few hours later Sam was on his way towards Washington, the bunker warm and not at all sinister feeling for the fact you had a demon hiding away there. You kept your word to Sam that you weren’t going near Dean, letting him fend for himself on a few sandwiches and other things you made up and gave him before Sam left.

You took a long hot shower that evening, wracking your brain for some new angle you hadn’t thought of yet. Nothing came apart from a growl in your stomach. You wrapped up your hair in a towel and threw another one around yourself, padding down the hall into the kitchen.

“I was dying for grilled cheese,” said Dean, standing in the kitchen, munching on a slice wearing a big smile. Your stomach was falling and hit rock bottom when you saw the demon blade was on the counter behind him. “You were pretty distracted in that shower. You didn’t even hear me hide all your little weapons.”

“How...” you asked, Dean shrugging.

“Well, it’s only a wood door. A few good hits with a chair did it in,” said Dean, taking a big bite, moaning to himself. “I’m gonna make you one, this is delicious.”

“The warding,” you said, Dean shaking his head.

“There was an old bottle of cleaner shoved on one of the shelves in the back. Few wipes cleaned it away. The cuffs were from a bobby pin of yours. I picked it off you two days ago,” said Dean. He took out two slices of bread, buttering one side, layering a few different kinds of cheese before sticking the other side on, tossing it in the hot pan. “You didn’t eat yet did you?”

“No,” you said, tucking your towel in tight, Dean glancing back over his shoulder at you.

“Worried about something back there,” he said, your eyes scanning the room, Dean frowning at you. “You didn’t believe me when we were on the road I see.”

“Believe what,” you said, Dean humming, plopping a sandwich down on a plate for you. He carried it over with a smile, handing it to you.

“I want to have a life with you. Sam too. You’re my family,” said Dean, your hands resting under the plate. Dean backed away, gave you some much needed space, even if he looked hurt in doing so. 

“You...no, I don’t feel one bit sorry for you. You took me and basically drugged me and-”

“Yes. I am a demon sweetheart. My patience runs a little short these days. I apologize for that. Now I think I’ve been locked up enough and been good enough lately to show that I do feel bad about that. I just...you really don’t understand how much that blood cure hurts. You two keep trying it over and over and I was afraid it would happen again so I apologize for acting out,” he said, holding up his hands.

“You can shove your apology up your ass,” you said. “Get the hell back in your room, stay there, and maybe I won’t tell Sam about-”

“Mmm, alright, I understand our relationship will take some mending,” said Dean, crossing his arms. You thought about smacking him with the plate in your hands but his shot out first and grabbed it, setting it down on the counter beside him. “I guess you aren’t hungry then.”

“Why won’t the blood cure work? Why?” you growled, Dean taking a deep breath. He shot a hand out, gently resting over your neck, not squeezing, no pressure at all actually, but enough to make you go still.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But it’s been almost a year, Y/N. It’s time you and Sam stopped and got with the program. This is the Dean you get now and I’m getting damn tired of being treated like some thing by you two. I’m a demon. Well guess what, you’ve screwed up a whole crap load too and I don’t see why everyone else gets special treatment over me. I was your boyfriend, your best friend, that random stranger you saved on the easiest hunt in the world because my stupid jacket got caught on a stupid hook and I should have been a goner. Why do you not give a crap about me anymore?”

“Is this your way of apologizing?” you asked, glancing down at the hand on your throat.

“Actually, it is,” said Dean, pausing a few seconds, your body waiting for those long fingers to squeeze.

It didn’t come, his hand sliding around to the spot between your shoulder blades, shoving you hard behind him. You stumbled to the floor, nearly losing your towel on the way. You lifted your head to see another man in the room, Dean throwing a punch at him, your eyes wide.

“Y/N!” Dean shouted as you reached your hand up to the counter, grabbing the blade above you. You tossed it over to him, Dean continuing the motion and shoving it through the man’s gut, sparks lighting him up before he collapsed. “Sorry for the bit of theatrics. I really needed you to not back up straight into his arms was all.”

“How did a demon...how...” you said, Dean shaking his head.

“Okay, I might have accidentally taken down a bit too much of the warding I suppose. You hit it back on and I’ll clear the rest of this place just in case,” said Dean, holding out a hand to you. You saw him sigh and fumble with his shirt, ripping off the flannel and tossing it to you. “Cover yourself up with that for now.”

You got up on your own, buttoning the shirt up tight, thankful for the length as you left your towel behind, Dean clearing hallways until you could get back in the electrical room. After a minute, the warding was back up, Dean moving around the bunker with efficiency, the rest of the place empty.

“Sorry, I didn’t...I didn’t mean to turn off the whole damn thing off,” said Dean, looking over at you with careful eyes. “You okay?”

“Was that a set up just now? To get me to believe you?” you asked.

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours. Why’d you stop giving a crap about me?” he asked.

“I didn’t,” you said. “I’ve been trying to turn you-”

“You can’t stand what I am now. Awesome,” said Dean, nodding his head. “No, it also wasn’t a setup. But I know you think so highly of me so it’s not that much of a surprise.”

“If our roles were reversed, would you believe me?” you asked. Dean bit his bottom lip, shaking his head.

“Tell me what I need to do to get your trust back. I’ll do it. I swear. I’m...Y/N I think I might be stuck like this for good. I don’t want you and Sam to hate me forever. I want us to be normal again. Maybe I won’t be able to interview witnesses or hunt the same way I did but I can do other stuff now. I can protect you and Sam better. We can make this work. Please give me a chance and if I screw up, lock me up. Please? One little chance?” he asked.

“Go to your room. I need to clean up that demon in there and think about this.”

“Y/N, I grabbed some beers and takeout on the way home,” said Sam, walking down the stairs a few days later. “Washington was another big ole waste of time. I’m at my wits end and...”

“Hi Sam,” said Dean, sitting at the library table, reading a book. You were already out of your chair, Sam barely setting the food down before his gun was in his hands. 

“Sammy, it’s okay, we’re...trying something new and it’s working so far,” you said, nodding over at Dean. “He just wants to be treated normal and it’s a lot easier for him to act like his old self when we do.”

“He’s a demon,” said Sam.

“You were addicted to demon blood. How many times did I get you clean? How many times did I help?” said Dean.

“Y/N, it’s a trick and you know it,” said Sam, gun still raised. 

“We came to a little arrangement,” you said, Dean tugging at his shirt collar, showing his anti-possession tattoo. “If he kills, or hurts, anyone with this mark, the one we all have, whatever he does to them...”

“You used that mimicry spell on it,” said Sam, dropping his gun. “That thing killed a god last time we saw it.”

“Strong enough to kill a god, strong enough to kill little old me,” said Dean, holding up his hands. “I’m on a tight leash. I get it. Just don’t strangle me with it.”

“You so much as accidentally bump into her in the hall, you look at her the wrong way-”

“Sam,” you said, pushing him away from Dean. “Dean’s been out for nearly two days now and it’s the best two days we’ve had in a year. This...this might be a good way of doing things.”

“Tight leash,” said Sam, glaring at Dean. “Let’s eat, demon boy. I’m starving.”

It’d been nearly two weeks of your mimicry spell on Dean and he was doing remarkably well. He was brash and couldn’t help from being a little menacing looking at times but he was helping with chores and organizing your research with you and Sam to make sure you weren’t wasting your time on anything old.

“Y/N,” you heard Dean say, knocking on your door one night. He normally went to bed before you and Sam as a demon so hearing him up this late was strange. You pulled open your door and he was grimacing, clutching his stomach. “Sorry to bother you but I don’t feel right.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding, his body already stepping inside and sitting on your bed. He was pale and covered in sweat. You put a hand on his forehead and he was absolutely burning up, his face and neck hot to the touch. 

“I promise, I didn’t hurt Sam, I didn’t,” he said, shaking a little as he wrapped his arms around himself.

“I know. You’re okay,” you said, laying him down on the bed. “Sam! Something’s wrong with Dean!”

You heard Sam patter down the hall, wearing a grumpy expression that softened quickly when he saw Dean curled up in a ball. Sam sat down on the bed, Dean groaning now, his nails digging into his flesh.

“Hurts,” Dean whined, his face scrunched up. Sam carefully put a hand on Dean’s back, rubbing up and down it, Dean nearly sobbing from the sounds of it.

“Did you eat something funny? Or...did you have a sore throat and you didn’t tell anyone or...does it feel like some demon flu? Do demons even get sick?” you asked Sam, his shoulders shrugging.

“Hell,” mumbled Dean, letting out a sharp grunt. “Make it stop. I’ll do whatever you two want just stop, please.”

“Dean, we’re not doing this to you,” said Sam, trying to shush his older brother. “What the fuck is going on with him?”

“I said stop!” shouted Dean, Sam’s body flying back agains the wall, your own getting pushed out into the hall, Dean howling on the bed as he felt the impact from you both. 

“Alright,” said Sam, standing up, clenching up his fist and popping Dean in the face. He went limp on the bed, Sam’s chest heaving as he glanced over at you. “He wanted it to stop he said.”

“We need to figure out what’s wrong. Now.”

“Hey, Dean,” you said, running your hand through his hair as he woke up a few hours later, giving him a soft smile. He looked nervous, blinking his black eyes away before squeezing them shut, trying to hide from you. “You’re okay now. You’re not in hell.”

“What?” he said, lifting his head up, looking at Sam who was sitting at your desk.

“My rubber band cure...it’s actually been working this whole time,” said Sam softly. “It’s just not that apparent to us because it’s happening to your soul. Tonight...you got snapped pretty hard to that dark edge, made you feel like you did when you were in hell, when you were being...hurt. Hopefully when you snap back this time, you’ll go full on human again.”

“If it doesn’t, I have to feel like I’m back in hell again?” he asked, glancing back and forth between you two. You turned back to Sam, frowning when you caught Dean’s face. You ran your hand over his head again, Dean shuddering into it.

“We’re going to stay right here with you,” you said, smiling at him. 

“I thought I was a no good evil demon,” said Dean, closing his eyes.

“Well even if you are, neither one of us can stand to see you like this,” said Sam, resting his elbows on his knees. “We’ll stick with you, get you through this.”

“I don’t think I can do that again,” said Dean. “It’s gonna get worse.”

“We’ll be right here.”

Four days later Dean was helping wash the dishes when he doubled over, looking up like he wished you’d put him out of his misery.

“Sam! It happened again!” you called, hooking one arm under Dean, Sam coming in and helping you get him back to your room and in a bed, just in time for him to start thrashing.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t do this!” he shouted. “It’s like...it’s that last day, the day I broke and it hurts so bad. Please, you got to stop it.”

“Dean, you can get through it,” you said, Dean shouting, the muscles in his entire body so tense you saw just about every vein bulge out. He shook his head, eyes landing on the demon blade over on your desk. “No. You can get through it.”

“I couldn’t then,” he said. “Neither of you want me and I have a bad feeling this isn’t going to make me human. It’s making me stuck like this and you’ll go back to hurting me and...I can’t breathe...”

“I think he’s starting to have a panic attack,” said Sam, Dean sitting upright and shoving him away. He locked eyes with you, your body already moving to get the blade as far away from him as possible. You were out the door with it, Sam tackling Dean, Dean following you out of the room with a big bruise on his cheek.

“Y/N, just let me do this,” said Dean, backing you up in a dead end hall, reaching for the knife. “I’ll do it. You don’t have to. I won’t make you do that.”

“I won’t let you do this,” you said, kicking at the air vent on the ground, leaning down and chucking the blade in, Dean scrambling on top of you to get at it. “I am still right here with you, Dean.”

“It’s gonna break me,” he mumbled, slumping down, holding his body tight, Sam rounding the corner. “I’m a demon and you can’t fix it.”

“Okay, Dean,” said Sam, hositing him to his feet. “Back in bed. We got you.”

Dean shook and shivered and shouted for what felt like days in that bed, still asking for you to put an end to him but his energy to try another move on his own completely gone. Sam made you take a break after the third day, take a minute to forget about what was going on. It almost worked too until you heard him shouting for you.

“What? What’s wrong with him?” you asked, Dean sitting upright in bed, staring at his lap.

“It didn’t work this time either,” said Dean quietly, Sam sighing.

“Maybe it has to go one more time?” said Sam, Dean raising his head. He still looked in pain and honestly, like he was afraid of his brother. 

“Leave me alone. Both of you,” he said, laying back on the bed, tossing his covers over his head. Sam held up his hands, following you out to the kitchen.

“Why the hell is he acting like a...like a...I swear he’s like a toddler almost,” said Sam, your head shaking. 

“His head as a normal adult is screwed up. This...going through all the pain of hell again, being a demon and trying to go against that nature to be good, this cure that’s bending him back and forth in the blink of an eye...what if he’s right? What if it doesn’t make him human? What if it makes him a demon for good? We’ll have hurt him for no reason and he’s pretty close to terrified in there right now,” you said. “Which is ridiculous considering he’s a demon.”

“Y/N,” said Sam, rubbing his eyes. “I never had it in me to do what he’s asking. Why do you think every time he got out, he went after me? He knew I couldn’t do it. You can get that real cold look in your eye which makes it so hard to know what’s going on up there but I know deep down you wouldn’t do that to him either. We’ve got an emotionally unstable demon on our hands and no fucking clue what to do.”

“What if we turn off the mimicry spell,” you said, Sam cocking his head. “I don’t know how to convince him that we still care. Even if he’s stuck, we’re still here for him, right?”

“Of course we are,” said Sam, giving you a smile. “We’ll turn it off and give him a little while to get his head on straight. Or as straight as it can get.”

“Maybe he’ll even crack a smile,” you said, stepping out into the hall, catching Dean lingering by the doorway, looking away quickly. “Dean.”

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” said Dean, glancing down as Sam cleared his throat.

“Feeling any better?” asked Sam. Dean hummed, refusing to look at either one of you. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“You want to take a shower? Get in some new clothes while I put some fresh sheets on that bed?” you asked. 

“Why are you two doing that,” said Dean, slowly running his hand through his hair, like the simple task took up too much energy. “You don’t know what the cure is doing to me. I might try to kill one of you next time.”

“No offense tough guy but I think we can take you,” you said, Dean letting out a short laugh. “Do you need help in the shower?”

“I can do it myself,” he said, pushing off the wall, wobbling a little on his first step. You ducked under his arm and supported his side, Dean sighing. “I could use some help.”

“Alright demon boy,” you said, taking a short step forward, Dean following after. “Let’s get you fixed up.”

A week later Dean was panting in bed, a brief break in this next round of pain. He wasn’t freaking out this time though. Whatever small amount of trust he had in you and Sam to get him past this, he was clinging to it for dear life. 

“You’re okay baby,” you said, wiping the sweat off his forehead, Dean glancing up with a smirk. 

“I haven’t heard that in a while,” he said, coughing, reaching for his water. You helped him sit up and guide it to his lips, Dean sucking it down greedily. “This one feels different. I think we’ll know one way or the other after this.”

“I don’t want you to be scared about what happens if you’re a demon. Sam and I...we’ll take care of you,” you said. Dean nodded, turning his head away. “Starting back up?”

“Yeah. Might want to put your headphones back in. This one’s gonna...” said Dean, your music blasting in your headphones again as he gripped the bedsheets tight.

You slipped off your headphones in the middle of the night, resting your head on the bed and leaning over in your chair. Dean seemed like he was either having a long break or on his way over this thing. You could only hope for his sake it was over soon.

A large hand was rubbing up and down your back, softly going over your head at times, lightly stirring you awake. It was different than Sam’s touch but you weren’t the least bit frightened by this one.

“Hi Dean,” you said, blinking your eyes open, green ones staring back. 

“Hi,” he said, moving the hair out of your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek. 

“It didn’t work, did it,” you said, Dean smiling. 

“No, it didn’t,” he said, still running his hand gently over you. “It did something though. Something just feels different in me now. I want...I want you and Sam to try the blood cure one last time.”

“Dean, you need a break from feeling like absolute shit,” you said, Dean chuckling.

“This time I’m asking you to help me. I know it if doesn’t work, it’s not the end of the world. One last time, that’s all I’m asking,” said Dean, your face burying into the mattress. “I want to try one more time for you.”

“One more time.”

“Well...that was unexpected,” said Dean shaking his head as you took the restraints off his arms after giving him his last injection.

“We could write our very own lore book on you,” you said, Sam getting the ones off his legs, Dean still shaking his head. “Tell us again, Dean.”

“I don’t...I don’t feel like a demon anymore. I feel normal and...pretty damn fantastic actually,” said Dean, stretching out his arms. “But...I can still do this.”

One of the restraints that had been on Dean’s arm was floating just off the ground, doing flips and curls like a ribbon before it fell down.

“Your soul is perfectly pure and not an ounce of demon in sight. You kept the hardware for some reason though,” said Sam, scartching his head. Dean glanced back and forth between you, staying seated even when you both stood up. 

“So I’m not human,” said Dean. “Not really.”

“Yeah, you are,” you said, leaning down in front of him. “You just got a little devil side in you too. We always knew that though.”

“Y/N, I’m serious,” he said, swatting your hand away when you tried to hold his. “I’m still incredibly dangerous.”

“Led Zepplin is an awful band and their music deserves it’s own special place in hell,” you said with a smile, Dean pouting at you. “And your car sucks.”

“That is untrue and you know it,” said Dean, squinting at you.

“Now, Mr. Big Bad Demon, if you really were a demon, what would have done just now?” you asked. Dean pursed his lips. “Exactly.”

“But-”

“Dude,” said Sam, grabbing one of his hands, pulling him to his feet. “I guarentee Y/N during her special time of the month is far more demon than you are.”

“What was that Samuel,” you said, glaring up at him.

“Told you,” said Sam, Dean still not moving when Sam tried to get him to follow. “Dean, come on. We even made you a birthday cake for the one you missed last year. Please?”

“You made a birthday cake for a demon?” said Dean, rubbing the back of his head, his cheeks blushing for the first time in ages.

“We told you before. We don’t care what you are. We’re going to stick by you,” you said. 

“Maybe we’ll tease you about the demon thing every once in a while but even if you were full on demon, we’d still be doing this,” said Sam, ruffling Dean’s hair.

“Thank you. Both of you.”

You were just about asleep when a knock came at your door. You hopped out of bed, worried something had happened to Dean. Instead he was standing sheepishly at your door, rubbing his eyes.

“Are you okay? Do you have a fever? Your stomach hurt?” you asked, running your hands over his face, Dean chuckling at you.

“No, none of that,” he said, pushing your hands down. “I...I had a nightmare.”

“Oh,” you said, pulling him inside, patting the bed. He climbed on top of it, crossing his legs as you got back under the covers. “This is really old school for us. Pre-dating us actually.”

“I don’t think we’re dating anymore. I remember being told we weren’t a thing until I was human again and since I guess I’m not quite there all the way, I have to earn that back,” said Dean, rubbing his neck, looking anywhere but you.

“Would you be nice to yourself for two seconds, Dean?” you said. “Speaking of which, would you look me in the eye when we talk? You still act like you’re scared of me.”

“I don’t want...sorry,” said Dean. “Multiply my baggage from a year ago by a thousand and that’s where I’m at now.”

“Good thing I never cared about the baggage then, huh?” you said, flipping back the covers on the other side, patting it again, Dean hesitantly shifting his body to slide under them. You ran your hand over his head, Dean’s eyes fluttering shut. “What was your nightmare about?”

“It’s going to sound silly,” he said, leaning back against the pillows, turning his head towards yours.

“There’s nothing silly about a nightmare. You can tell me anything,” you said, Dean humming.

“I was a demon. A full on big scary demon and you were scared of me,” said Dean, your smile faltering. “Are you?”

“No,” you said, pulling him closer to lean on you. “I just get scared of you acting the way you did during the cure again.”

“And risk that ass kicking from you? No thanks,” said Dean, forcing his eyes open. “I will never do that or say something like that ever again. I don’t feel like that anymore.”

“I’m just glad that third time hurt less,” you said.

“Worst one actually,” said Dean, your head cocking. “I didn’t want you or Sammy to look at me like that again. I knew I was going to be alright, no matter what happened so even though it hurt the most, it was easier in a way.”

“We aren’t scared of you, Dean,” you said, smiling at him, his green eyes crinkling up when his smile reached them. “I missed that look on you.”

“I missed you,” he said, his smile slipping as he went to sit up. You shifted your arm around his shoulders trying to pull him back down. “It’s okay. I feel better now, sweetheart.”

“You always stay,” you said. “That’s the rule.”

“You really want me still?” he asked. “After everything I said and did?”

“I miss you waking me up with your snoring and tangling our legs up and your bear hugs in the morning. I just want to wake up with you by my side again, baby,” you said, kissing his forehead, pausing before you moved to kiss his lips.

“Stop,” he hissed, turning his head away, taking a deep breath. “You just...you did something to me just now. I don’t know what but...”

“Does something hurt?” you asked, Dean’s head shaking, his head rubbing it. 

“Look at me,” he said, blinking his eyes. “Are they black?”

“No,” you said. Dean spun around, grabbing your phone off your night stand and putting it on the bed, staring at it.

“It won’t move,” he said, scrunching up his face. “I can’t...the demon stuff, it isn’t working.”

“All because I kissed you?” you asked. Dean shrugged, the two of you hoping out of bed, heading into the library. 

You were flipping through pages and pages, Dean running off after a minute to come back with two cups of coffee, the two of you getting down to research. It was a few hours later, deep in the middle of the night when Dean burst out laughing.

“You have got to be shitting me,” said Dean, looking at you with a look of relief. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re okay. Oh, we are so much more than okay.”

“What’d you find?” you asked, climbing into the seat beside him, Dean still laughing.

“It was a fear curse. On you,” said Dean, your face scrunching up as he showed you the text. “’The thing you love most will become what you fear most. Only loving the thing you fear wholly will remove the curse.’ Y/N, you kissing me...you love me still. No wonder the blood cure never worked or the other one...I wasn’t really a demon. The more I trusted you, the more you trusted me...the more you were falling for me again and the more I got better. I’m human. I’m me again.”

“My biggest fear was not being there for you,” you said. “Letting your demons win out.”

“I guess my inner demons decided on being a demon. Good thing I wasn’t a bug. You’d have squashed me,” said Dean, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Oh thank god,” you said, giving him a big sloppy kiss. “I mean we we’re okay before but-”

“Kind of obvious you would have loved even a broken me at this point, Y/N,” said Dean, picking you up, heading off for Sam’s room. 

“Told you I’d never give up on you,” you said.

“I know,” said Dean spinning you around. “I love you, love you, love you. I don’t have to worry about hurting you or Sam now. Thank you so much for that.”

“You wouldn’t have,” you said, Dean humming as he kicked at Sam’s door.

“Sammy! Guess what!” shouted Dean. Sam ripped open the door, a gun in both your faces, Dean hitting the deck with you as Sam jumped.

“Geez, don’t sneak up on me like that!” said Sam, lowering the gun. “What? He turning into something else now?”

“Your big brother’s all human again. Turns out it was a curse on me,” you said. “I’m guessing it must have been from that witch hunt in Tulsa way back.”

“Still a little devil,” said Sam, tucking his gun in his pants, giving you and Dean a big hug. “Now do you feel better, Dean? No bull this time.”

“Yes,” said Dean with a smile. “A thousand times better. Whatever you two want, it’s yours.”

“We got what we wanted,” said Sam, squeezing you both too tight but Sam too happy to care at the moment. “And Y/N sort of wanted to go see a chick flick this weekend.”

“Sure,” said Dean, laughing against you. “If you want to take your rascal of a boyfriend out that is.”

“When’s the last time you were outside, Dean?” you asked. He shrugged, Sam quickly grabbing a couple extra coats from his room, the three of you heading back to the library and outside into the cool night air. You were already shivering two steps out the door but Dean took a deep breath, smiling to himself.

“I want to go camping soon,” said Dean, glancing back at the two of you. “And go eat at that new steakhouse that you two said I would love. And buy a big bag of gummy bears and just chow down until I get a stomach ache. A hunt, I want to go on a hunt in a couple weeks too, get my footing again.”

“We can do all of that, Dean,” said Sam. “Promise.”

“We should get back inside. She’s shaking like a leaf,” said Dean, wrapping his arms around you. “Great idea sweetheart. I needed this.”

“I need a blanket,” you teased, Dean getting the two of you back in bed within five minutes flat. He fell asleep easily, for possibly the first time in a year but your mind was in overdrive. 

“Hey,” he mumbled, nudging you with his head. “Go to sleep. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I thought you were sleeping,” you said.

“It’s not your fault,” he grumbled, popping open an eye. “Now cuddle your ex-demon please. He’s had a very long day, long year, and I’m very likely going to have more nightmares or cry at some point tonight so the closer you are, the less I have to move to hide away in you.”

“I kind of like this emotional honesty thing, a nice little change of pace,” you said, scooting close enough where he could pull you flush against his chest.

“My head feels like I just got off a very, very long rollercoaster,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t have it in me right now to act like the tough guy.”

“I’m still with you,” you said, kissing him, earning a smile that put your worries at rest. “No matter what version of you I have.”

“Always with you too sweetheart.”

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Child of mine

Sam awoke chained to a chair and ruby standing in front of him.                          “I thought you were dead!” He stated, taken back by seeing her again. “I saw dean kill you, How the hell are you alive?!”                                                           “I have friends in high places. I brought Lucifer out from his cage. He was grateful and as a reward, he brought me back.” She smiled as she looked at him with an evil eye. “You ruined everything! Everything I had worked so hard to achieve, you and your brother RUINED!! You tossed Lucifer back into his cage and have destroyed every chance he has made to claim the earth. Now I’m going to do what no one else could. I’m going to kill you-”.                                   Sam laughed. “What makes you so confident?”                                                   “I got a secret weapon up my sleeve,” Ruby replied smugly. She sat on his lap and kissed his lips. A kiss that brought back memories and feeling of the love he had towards her in the past. She then took out a knife from her pocket and jabbed the knife into his side, he screamed in pain. She then slit a gash onto the side of his neck. He yelled out in pain once more. A young girl sat in the corner of the room, fearfully watching every move.the child had tears in her eyes and a fearful expression. she had huge scars all over her arms and legs. She couldn’t have been more than seven. “And here is my secret weapon, the demon Nephilim herself!” Ruby remarked. She smiled.                                                “You don’t stand a chance. You do know Nephilim can do almost anything and are more powerful than any other creature.”                                                  “Then why would she listen to you? Your just some bitch who lost to a human.” Sam responded. Ruby quickly stabbed her blade into Sam’s leg. “She will listen to me because I’m her mother. You know what they say about children at her age? They crave love. I wouldn’t do anything to help her in any way, won’t show her affection or even give her a slice of food, unless she obeys me. it’s like having my own minion only she’s dumber.” She laughed evilly. “Is she-” he began to ask, knowing the answer could be worse than not knowing. “Is she my child?” Ruby grinned. “Of course. That’s what makes this so much more fun. Your going to be murdered slowly and painfully by your own flesh and blood.” She turned to the small child. “Kill him, Nina.”                                                “Mother you said last time would be the last! You said I wouldn’t have to kill anymore.”                                                                                                         “NINA DO AS I SAY!! No one else will love you! You’re a beast! This is what you were born to do! You are a worthless child who only has the purpose of serving me!”                                                                                                                     “Don’t do this. You have a choice you don’t have to be bad, you can choose to use your powers for good. ” Sam told Nina. “I know people who are born monsters or turn into them. But they control it and they live normal lives with friends and family. I don’t fear you and I don’t hate you. I want to help you, I can give you a semi-normal life. I can help you to become whatever you dream. Me and my brother we save lives not take them.”                                                   Nina aimed her hands at Sam, a red glow coming from her hands. Sam closed his eyes. Then he heard ruby scream. “You little bitch!” Ruby yelled. He looked at his hands and legs, he saw they were free. But not only that he was healed. He looked at the child shocked. Nina then snapped her fingers and ruby disappeared. “I sent her back to hell. We are in a warehouse in New York City. You have to get out of here quick, mr, She will come back for me, I know she will if I’m not here….she will go after you. ”                                                                       Sam grabbed the child’s hand. “I don’t care, she can do her worst. I’m gonna keep my promise to you and keep you safe.” He grinned at her. “no one deserves to be treated that way.”                                                                         She hugged him, tear running down her face. “Thank you, mr.” She replied. “No ones ever been nice to me.”                                                                              “Well, that’s going to change.” He patted her head. “You can call me Sam by the way…for now at least.” He picked her up and made his escape.

A few hours later

Sam had been living at the time in the bunker with Dean and Dean`s daughter, Dawn. He knew his brother would never let Nina stay if he knew what she was or who she came from. sam knew he would have to keep that a secret.             “i`m scared…i dont like new people.” nina told sam clutching onto him as he carried her in his arms.                                                                                         “they`ll accept you, i know they will. but you cant tell them about your powers or who your mom is. my brother knew Ruby and hated her and i`m afraid if he knows who your mom is….he might be….afraid that you would be like her. so for a while i dont want you to keep it a secert.”                                                          Nina nodded. “I understand, i can do that and i dont want to use my powers anymore and i wont. bad things happen when i use my powers, i can control it and i will make sure i don’t use em. i will do that.”                                                                     Sam walked into the bunker with the child in his hand. nina hid her face in his chest. the light bothered her eyes and yet she found herslef looking around at the stange surrounding. Sam explained that Nina was his child and fabricated the story of how he found her. he told them he was trying to save a town from vampires. when he came face to face with a girl he had known, he asked her the usual questions pertaining to the case and was on his way. but as the vampires became more and more the women was drained of her blood by one of the vampires. as she died she told Sam that Nina was his and that she wanted him to take her, so he did. Dean seemed to very much believe this tale, he instantly noticed the child`s fearful face.   “hey kid don’t worry we are the good guys and we are going to keep you safe.” Dean told her. In his head he was worried if sam could even take care of this kid. His brother could barely cook himslef breakfast and now he had a living child to take care of. He knew he would have to help him a lot. He moved away from sam and moved over to dawn. “I’m going to need your help in a huge way! I don’t think your uncle is going to be very good at being a daddy.” He whispered. “He has the heart and I know he will love her like crazy, but I think he is going to need to learn a lot and we need to help him.” He picked up Dawn and held her at his side. “So here is the thing. I need you to be the best cousin to Nina and I want you to help her feel safe and to even help with small things like brushing her teeth or getting dressed if she needs it. Your a big girl and you can do a lot so I want you to do this for Sammy.”

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Animals 7 (Finale)

A/n: Well this is it…this has been my favorite story I have written so far. A big thanks for @greenappleeyes for all the support and help! I wouldn’t have made this far without you! There may be a sequel in the works as well. 

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Rosalie and Gabriel spent the next two weeks practically locked to each other in bed. This was the perfect honeymoon period for the two! Without all the distractions of living in the bunker, worrying with Natasha, and of course Raphael the honeymoon time was starting to be something that Gabriel and Rosalie could get used to.

Rosalie lay in a snuggled heap on Gabriel as he stroked his hand through her lavender curls.

“Do we have to go back?”

Rosalie asked with a happy sigh. Gabriel shrugged.

“Well technically no. But I have a feeling you would be feeling guilty if we didn’t and I would have to listen to the guilt so….it’s best we do.”

Rosalie stretched her shoulders as she sat up. She sat looking across the hotel room for a moment before looking back to Gabriel. Her peaceful expression had been replaced by a dead serious one.

“You realize that the happy free time is about to be over right? When we go back things will be serious again. We have to deal with Raphael before things go like Lucifer said.”

Gabriel sat up now.

“Rose…”

Rosalie stood up.

“We’ve been stupid…leaving Zoe and the others like this. We could have done this back at the bunker. If Raphael tried anything we wouldn’t have had anyway of knowing it. We’ve both been a tad selfish.”

Gabriel’s face was unreadable as he stood pulling up his abandoned jeans. Rosalie walked to the window wrapped in a silk sheet looking our into the busy city streets. Her beautiful face was full of worry as Gabriel walked to her taking her face in his hands.

“Sugar you are being too serious. Yes we have a lot of dark days coming up…thanks to my douche family. We are going to keep Zoe and yourself safe.”

Rose looked to Gabriel with a frown.

“What are you talking about?”

Gabriel quickly turned away muttering “fuck” to himself. Rosalie quickly followed after him. Her British accent was becoming more pronounced now as she grabbed a hold of his hand.

“Gabriel, what are you hiding from me?”

Gabriel stopped trying to get away and looked down at his feet. He didn’t want to meet Rosalie’s gaze at the moment but he knew that he had to. His golden eyes rolled up…

“There was a bit of a flaw with Luci’s vision…something that he got wrong. Michael isn’t some innocent in that fucked up future. Michael is after you just like Raphael is Zoe.”

Rosalie’s mouth fell as she walked across the room and began to pull on her clothes. Gabriel watched as she tugged on her leggings and long sweater.

“Why are you just telling me this now? Wait, I get it. I see why you have been so excited to marry me now. You were wanting to keep everything with Michael hidden from me. Did you not think I would find out Gabriel?”

Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest beginning to feel annoyed. He knew that playing a trick on Rosalie at the moment would be a dumb thing to do. If he could get away with it he would dump a bucket of water on her head and tell her she was beautiful drenched. However, the smarter side of him knew that Rosalie would probably try to murder him.

“Rose you are starting to hit below the belt.”

Gabriel said in a warning tone. The next thing he knew Rose was on top of him glaring down at him furiously. Her tiny hands had a hold of his blond curls keeping his head where he couldn’t get away.

“I told you not to play me blondie!’

Gabriel growled angrily as he reached up pulling her hand away.

“If me protecting you is playing you then so be it! I’m not letting my douche brother hurt you. Cas isn’t going to let anything happen to Zoe.”

Rosalie sighed as she let Gabriel kiss her.

“As much as I love you feisty Rose I’ve done this for a reason. You can accept it or not.”

Even though she was annoyed Rosalie had to admit that she knew that she shouldn’t be surprised. This was Gabriel’s methods of keeping her safe. He seemed to think if she didn’t know about it nothing would affect her.

“I don’t like being left of things Gabriel and you know that.”

Gabriel groaned.

“Fine!! I won’t do it again! I’ll tell you everything! By the way Dean eats peanut butter out of the jar using his fingers as a spoon.”

Rosalie looked beyond grossed out.

“GROSS! I just made Sam peanut butter cookies with right before we left! Note to self…buy new peanut butter and smack Dean over the head!”

Arriving back at the bunker Rosalie walked in while Gabriel was busy talking to Cas. Walking inside Rosalie was immediately brought to the ground. When she looked up Zoe was perched on her grinning down with a smile.

“I never thought I was going to see your beautiful face again! I love my boys but we needed some estrogen around here. Natasha just doesn’t get my jokes.”

Rosalie smirked as Zoe stood pulling her up and into a proper hug.

“So did you have fun?”

Zoe asked. Rosalie nodded.

“I’ll save you the details because I don’t want to give you nightmares. However, if you want to smack Gabriel in the back of the head I wouldn’t oppose to it.”

Zoe frowned.

“What the hell did he do now?”

Rosalie walked to the kitchen taking out a bottle of wine as Dean walked in.

“Already hitting the sauce….was the honeymoon that bad? Need us to get you an annulment?”

Rosalie rolled her eyes.

“No Mr. I eat peanut butter with my fingers.”

Zoe immediately frowned before making a grossed out expression.

“DEAN!”

She squealed as the elder Winchester shrugged before taking his cue to leave as quickly as possible. How the hell did they know how he ate peanut butter?

Once he was out of the room Zoe took a seat on the counter before looking back to Rosalie with a concerned expression.

“Okay, what is going on sweetie?”

Rosalie sighed looking around to make sure Gabriel hadn’t wondered in.

“Gabriel told me today that Michael is after me the way that Raphael is after you.”

Zoe’s face went instantly serious as she slid off of the counter.

“All right I have more respect for Gabriel now.”

Rosalie’s frowned.

“Okay so you are respecting Gabriel for not telling me this until after we were married?”

Zoe shrugged.

“Rose we are both really stubborn. You have been on your own a long time just like I have been. I know you love him but you are going to fight Gabriel every steep of the way when it comes to keeping you safe.”

Before Rose could respond Dean poked his head back in with a grin.

“Excuse me ladies….very pretty angelic ladies….we have a visitor. Chuck’s here.”

Rosalie and Zoe looked at each other with matching confused expressions.

“Who is Chuck?”

Zoe asked as Rosalie tilted her head to the side.

“No idea.”

Dean meanwhile, smirked as they walked into the living room. Rosalie and Zoe both looked at the man sitting on the couch. He looked up at them with big blue eyes. Dean meanwhile, grinned eagerly.

“Chuck, this is Zoe and Rosalie….they are angels.”

Both Rosalie and Zoe shot Dean glares.

“Relax….he knows about everything.”

Dean said as Chuck stood. He looked at both Rosalie and Zoe with a smile.

“Nice to meet you both.”

Rosalie nodded as Gabriel and Cas walked in. Cas froze at the door before looking to Gabriel who clearly didn’t know who Chuck was. Gabriel looked at the smaller man standing near Zoe and Rose.

“Who are you?”

Chuck smiled at his youngest son.

“My name is Chuck. It is one of my many monikers, Gabriel.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. Lovely this little weirdo knew his name! He should have came inside earlier.  

“Well isn’t that nice.”

Gabriel said with a sarcastic smirk before turning and walking into the kitchen to find something sweet.

“So…..Chuck….Cas and I were looking for god. Haven’t been very successful.”

Gabriel laughed coldly in the kitchen.

“Yeah, good luck with that you two. Might as well go ahead and go check out that new skating rink down in hell…Luci will be ice skating to work before you find that guy. Daddy is too busy on his little never ending holiday…fuck that.”

Gabriel said coldly. Chuck who was standing by Sam looked slightly shocked by that statement as Gabriel walked in.

“I sense a lot of hostility in you.”

Chuck said softly. Gabriel shrugged.

“Eh….yeah you’re about right. Most Angels don’t find the idea of our father too exciting. He’s one of those absentee fathers that just poofed off one day. Pretty useless if you ask me…a fucking joke.”

Chuck looked to Dean, who smiled.

“See told you he was charming.”

Chuck sighed.

“Gabriel, I have heard all of the complaining that you have been doing about me over the centuries and quite frankly I am sick of it.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“The hell are you talking about?”

Chuck shook his head before snapping his fingers letting all of his children know who he was. Both Zoe and Rosalie gasped at the same time while Dean sat down like this was no big shock. He already knew well who Chuck was thanks to a prior meeting with Sam and Cas. Gabriel didn’t move or say anything for a moment. He didn’t even make a facial expression for a few seconds. Rosalie stepped away from Zoe to get to her husband’s side.  

“Well look what the cat dragged in. Nice to see you dad.”

Gabriel finally said coldly. Rosalie looked at him with a shocked expression before tugging on his arm.

“Gabe, stop!”

She hissed worried Chuck may smite him. Chuck looked at Rosalie with a smile.

“It’s all right Rosalie. I’m used to my son’s colorful vocabulary. I’m glad to see that you two have finally bonded. You both of some of my more stubborn creations. Rose you haven’t changed a bit. Still so sunny and warm inside….don’t change that.”

Gabriel growled angrily.

“Don’t talk to her.”

Chuck tilted his head looking at Gabriel.

“My son I sense so much hostility in you.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Ya think? You know what I have nothing to say to you. Everything that has happened….has been your fault. You know what? I do have some stuff to say to you. I hope you are happy with everything that has happened. Raphael and Michael are nut jobs. Lucifer is….well we all know how he is. By the way your favorite fucking stabbed me!!! How do you like that?! Raphael stole Zoe’s grace because she didn’t want to be with him and I had to fix her. She’s been all aloe for centuries just like Rose has….granted Rose’s issues was kind of my fault. Now all hell is about to break loose if I don’t kill my brothers. You know that isn’t me. Not to mention heaven is pretty much non existent anymore. So many angels have died and you just don’t give a damn. It’s disgusting. I have nothing more to say to you.”

Gabriel turned storming toward the door. Rosalie quickly turned going after him. The moment her hand locked on his wrist Gabriel turned looking at her with those cold dead eyes that she had seen years ago in heaven.

“Let me go Rose.”

Rosalie let go of his hand like she had been burned as the archangel disappeared into the now forming darkness…

Moments later Gabriel stood in front of Lucifer who was sitting casually on a leather sofa. Lucifer looked up clearly surprised to see his younger brother standing in front of him looking highly pissed off.

“Ah, Gabriel. What can little ol’ me do for you? Little brother you look highly pissed off for someone who just got married? The little lady being a pain in your ass already?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes scoffing.

“Rosalie has nothing to do with this. Dad is back.”

Lucifer smirked crossing his arms over his chest.

“Let me guess he has nothing to say about his absence and everything that he did to us.”

Gabriel began to pace. He hadn’t felt this angry in years. In the beginning when God disappeared he was hopeful that his father would return and things would go back to the way they were when he was a child. God would put Michael in his place and reprimand him for being such an egotistical twat. Those hopes and dreams were quickly dismissed when God never showed up. When Lucifer left Gabriel was even more convinced things had gone to shit.

“You have that summed up perfectly.”

Gabriel replied. Lucifer nodded, looking more arrogant than ever. He stood with a smile.

“Gabriel, we have always been very honest with each other. I told you many years ago that daddy wasn’t coming back. I looked after you when dad abandoned us. You were so young Gabriel…so full of promise. All of this is dad’s fault. He walked away from his children…you especially. You were so young. How could dad walk away from your little golden eyed self? I have never understood it. Better question…how could he walk away from Rose? Think about how young she was then.”

When Gabriel’s eyes darkened even more Lucifer knew that he had Gabriel exactly where he wanted him.

“Join me Gabriel. We can rule this world the way that it should be. You can protect Rose the way that she deserves. We can show dad that you can’t just walk away from your children…”

back at the bunker….

Rosalie stood looking at the floor. She hadn’t said much since Gabriel had left. Chuck meanwhile, was talking quietly to Cas. Zoe looked at Rosalie before looking back to Chuck.

“Chuck, I need you to level with me man. You have been here for an hour but have given us 5 minutes worth of explanation. I can’t believe I am taking up for Gabriel at the moment but he is right. You’ve been a shit father. You didn’t protect us…your children…your creations. You are letting your archangels….your favorites run all over the rest of us. Raphael and Michael tormented Rosalie and I. TORMENTED US! You’re archangels are assholes and don’t care how they treat lesser beings. You don’t realize how baldy they treat lesser angels or humans.”

The room was dead silent while Zoe went off. Chuck sat listening not going to interrupt Zoe. He felt she needed and had the right to get her frustrations off of her chest…they all did. It was Sam, meanwhile, that spoke up.

“Zoe, Gabriel did give you your grace back. So he’s not all an asshole…okay maybe a quality asshole but he does like you.”

Dean frowned looking at Sam.

“Sammy did you just hear what you said?”

Chuck meanwhile, looked to Zoe.

“I understand your pain and frustrations. I really do. Everything I did however, was for a reason. I needed to let you all find your way. All of you have your own ways…and they are not always perfect. I am sorry for the horrible things that have happened to you but they are for reasons. Those horrible things were to make you stronger and into the person…the angel that you are today.”

Zoe sighed.

“Like Dean has told you before it feels like you left us and are trying to justify it.”

Before Chuck could respond Rosalie gasped. Zoe turned to her with a concerned expression. Rosalie sat with her violet eyes wide as if she had been slapped or had seen the most horrific thing imaginable.

“What is it Rosie?”

Rosalie stood up looking horrified as she turned to Zoe.

“Gabriel…he’s sided with Lucifer. That vision that he showed you Dean….it was false. It wasn’t Raphael, it was him. All of that is Lucifer and he has us exactly where he wants us!”

Zoe’s hand went to her mouth as Sam stood going to Rosalie. He knelt down in front of her carefully reaching out,

“Rosalie look at me.”

Rosalie looked up at Sam after a few moments.

“I just got Gabriel back and now he’s gone again. This time I won’t get him back…”

She stood with tear filled eyes.

“Excuse me.”

Rosalie walked out of the room like a zombie not saying another word to her friends. The room was dead silent until Zoe looked up.

“Damn it all to hell what is Gabriel thinking?! Luci had to drug him or something! I was just starting to like his ass again!”

Dean ran a hand over his face.

“We have been plotting how to take Raphael out and completely wasted all this damn time! All this damn time we have wasted and all that shit is about to happen! The one archangel we had on our side is now on the fucking dark side. Well Chuck…all of your archangels are nuts now. Hope you are proud man.”

With that Dean stood walking from the bunker without another word.

Rosalie meanwhile, lay on her and Gabriel’s bed looking blankly at the ceiling. She didn’t know how to react at the moment. Her husband had left her yet again. This time however, he was on a side that he didn’t need to be one. He was going to turn into some monster that was so far from her Gabriel and this time it would take the two of them down. This time their love would get her killed in return just like it would him. Her golden eyed trickster of an archangel was gone and replaced by a golden eyed monster.

Less than 12 hours ago they were in each others arms enjoying their honeymoon now they were forever separated by a darkness nothing could cure. Thanks for Lucifer and his deceitful nature the one person that she held most dear to her heart was gone. It was in this moment that Rosalie wished that she would have listened to her heart when it said to not fall in love with Gabriel again. If she had listened she would not have been given a death sentence. Love wouldn’t be the thing that would get her and Gabriel killed….

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