Imagine Sam and Dean finding out you’re a demon.
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3rd OF MY LAST 4 IMAGINES
When your new boss had sent you there you never expected you'd be one of the demons in charge of getting rid of the Winchesters. While you were hiding behind one of the trees waiting for them to show up in the spot that Crowley had asked them to, you started to relive memories of your time as a human, of your time with the brothers. A strange feeling was starting to grow in your chest as images of them acting like older brothers clouded your mind. You had no feelings now, it was not like you felt guilty or anything. You actually liked being a demon, it had its perks, but having to kill Sam and Dean... well... you were supposed not to care, but how would you not do that?
Someone shouting your name brought you back to reality, and the noises of the battle were now audible as both Winchesters fought against the demons who were coming after them. You slowly turn around and revealed yourself as everyone stopped fighting.
“Y/N!” roared Dean, “get out of here before you get hurt!”
“I'm the one who should be saying that Dean,” you confessed as you closed your eyes just to open them once again showing all the blackness there.
“You're a demon?” asked Sam in a high voice that failed to hide his surprise.
“No,” you mocked him, “I bought new lenses and they happened to be like this”.
“So, you're with them now?” his tone was still the same.
“Ding ding ding!” you answered right before running to him to hit him while he was still in shock.
He was faster than you and managed to avoid your attack. The fight that had been paused started again and you were five demons against two humans. It was not necessary to be a mathematician to know that they were in trouble.
As you and one of the other demons kept throwing punches against Sam, you heard how Dean was losing the battle against the other three. The pain in his voice, the sound of him asking Sam to find a way to run away, not saving him, just run away, bought back again the memories of every time they had been there to protect you.
It was then when you realized. Being a demon was OK, but there were limits that you couldn't cross. Not yet at least, so as soon as you got a chance, you took your demon knife out of your pocket and stabbed your partner, who had managed to put Sam against the floor.
You offered one hand to help him stand up and before he could say anything you ran to the three guys who were having fun with Dean. Since they were so lost in their fight, they didn't realize what had happened right next to them, so it was pretty easy to kill the first one of them.
Two against three now, and despite Sam and Dean were injured pretty bad, they managed to kill another demon while you got rid of the last one.
You'd be in trouble, and you would suffer the consequences of going against Crowley's orders, but you did what you had to. At least you knew that.
“Y/N...” said Dean in a strangled voice.
You turned to look at him, his bloodied face staring at you with a confused look in his eyes, “What... what happened?”
“Life happened Dean. Well...” you corrected yourself, “I should say death happened...”
“But why?” urged Sam, holding his arm which looked like it had been dislocated.
“Do you remember that last hunt you told me I shouldn't go alone? It turned out that I should have listened to you...”
“But you called!” Dean was desperate, “You called us and told us everything was fine!”
“Are you familiar with the concept of lying?” you asked giving him your best bitch face.
You raised your finger to shush him, closing your eyes again so they would be back to normal, “Please don't. Don't start with your speech of “we're sorry, we'll fix this”. I don't want you to fix anything. Forget that this happened and forget that I ever helped you and I'll do the same.”
They couldn't believe what you were doing, what you were saying.
“And now, if you wanna take one last advice... get out of here before Crowley sends more demons. It won't take long for him to know that you're still alive.”
You turned around and started walking to leave the place. They were still calling your name and you heard footsteps getting closer, so you did what you had to.
“Goodbye Winchesters,” you stated before raising one hand without even turning to look at them, fading into a black cloud.
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