Prompt: “I like the disease.” - Demon Dean
Pairing - Dean x Reader ; Sam x Reader (platonic)
Warnings: None. Just some angst. And Demon Dean, if that’s a warning.
Dean Winchester and Y/N never saw eye to eye. Their relationship, in itself, was very odd. They didn't hate each other, merely tolerated the other's presence for the sake of Sam. Whenever they met, there were no long hugs or how are you doing or I missed you, no. It was nothing like that, even after knowing each other for almost all their life. Whenever they met, there was just a small nod of acknowledgement and afterwards, they were off to finish business and slaying monsters.
Sam, however, was the exact opposite story. He had been her best friend since the day they'd met at Bobby's place, and their whole childhood had been spent attached at each other's hip. It was hard to find Sam and Y/N apart, and over the years the relationship blossomed more into that of siblings.
So when Sam had called her - crying and basically begging for help, Y/N hadn't even spared a second in saying 'yes'. The ride to the bunker from the small town she had taken up residence in, wasn't too far, and she was immensely thankful for that. It took her roughly two hours to reach the Winchester's humble abode. She had just knocked on the heavy metal door of the bunker, when no sooner it was opened by an utterly exhausted and tired Sam.
The tension seemed to leave his body as soon as his eyes landed on his best friend. He hugged her close to his chest, burying his face in her hair as if trying to assure himself that everything would turn out to be okay.
"Hey, buddy! It's so nice to see you." Y/N spoke, gently rubbing soothing circles on his back. She knew him well enough that Sam was an absolute mess at the moment.
"It's good to see you too Y/N/N. Thank you so much for coming on such short notice." Sam said suddenly nervous. He hadn't wanted to drag her into this whole mess seeing how Dean and Y/N didn't like each other much, but she was really his last hope.
"Don't be absurd Sammy. You did the right thing by calling me." Y/N said with a frown on her face.
"Yeah! Oh god, where are my manners...come on in." He ushered her inside, smiling slightly at the look of absolute awe on her face.
"Like it?" He asked as they moved along the halls and in the kitchen.
"This place is absolutely brilliant, Sammy. I see now why you gave me the offer to stay here." Y/N said as she graciously accepted the offered glass of water.
After several moments of light-hearted conversation. Y/N finally asked, “Where is he?”
"He's tied up in the dungeon. There really was no other way to keep him in one place." Sam sighed and Y/n noticed how much of a toll the whole situation had taken on him. There were dark circles under his eyes and it seemed that he hadn't been taking care of himself.
"We're gonna get your brother back, Sammy. Don't worry." Y/N said with full confidence easing a few Sam's worries.
"Let's go and meet him, shall we?" Y/N followed the younger Winchester to the dungeon wherein Dean's humming could be heard from the other side of the door. Suddenly the humming stopped and his voice boomed startling Y/N a little.
"You know, it's very rude to tie up your own brother like this, Sammy. Tell me, is this what I taught you, hmm? Let go of me, brother mine, or you know what will be the consequences."
Y/N slightly shivered at the coldness of his voice. This definitely wasn't the Dean she had known. Sam was waiting for her approval and after receiving an affirmatory nod, he gently opened the door which immediately silenced Dean.
“Tricking me like this wasn't very nice of you, Sammy. I told you to stop following me or searching for me, didn't I?...” Before he could speak any further Y/N came into his line of sight bringing a feral grin to appear on his face.
“Well, well, well...look who it is! If it isn't Sammy's loyal pet. How're you doing, darling?” The demon wearing Dean's face spoke.
“Don’t talk to her like that, Dean,” Sam warned his brother. Whether this own blood or not, Sam definitely wouldn't back down if his brother insulted any woman.
“What!? Don’t want me to talk to your little girlfriend?” Dean scoffed in disbelief.
“I'm not his girlfriend,” Y/n spoke with gritted teeth. She hadn’t even talked to him, but the stupid smirk on his face was getting on her nerves already.
“As if I’d believe you. Stop with all the drama, darling. We both know, you ain’t here for me, but for dear Sammy.”
“You’re mistaken this time. I didn’t come here for Sam. I actually came here for you.” Y/N spoke, looking at Dean straight in the eye. Deans grin faltered for a second as if he was stunned by her answer, but no sooner it was back on his stupidly handsome face.
“Wow! I didn’t know that you liked me this much Y/N/N. What do you say - wanna grab some juicy burger and cold beer?” He winked at her in the most pervert way making her internally gag.
“Stop with the nonsense, Dean. This ain’t you. This monster that’s wreaking chaos and havoc, isn’t you. You’re the hero who saves people and makes them believe that there is still goodness left in this cruel world. You’re a Winchester, and you don’t give up that easily.” By the time she was finished, she was kneeling in front of him with a pleading look in her eyes.
Dean was looking at her as if he’d never seen her before. She wasn’t the annoying kid that never followed his orders or the girl who was more interested in books and guns, instead of tea-parties and ponies. She wasn’t the girl who was trying to come between Dean and his brother. She was just Y/N. A badass hunter. A loyal friend, and most importantly one of the fiercest women, Dean had ever gotten the chance to meet.
Y/N, on her part, could see the gears in his head spinning. Maybe her trick was working, so she kept on talking to him, “I know you’re in there, Dean. And I know that you’re listening to my every word. You need to come back. The world needs you, Sam needs you. Come back, Dean. I know that there are still monsters out there, lurking in the shadows, but take a look at your brother,” she gestured towards the other Winchester who seemed to be on edge. Sam’s heart was beating frantically with only one thought in his mind - will he get his brother back? The Dean looking at him was his older brother, his protector, his only family. How was Sam supposed to give up on him so easily?
“Yeah, that’s the brother you swore to protect all your life.” Dean looked back to Y/N. Y/N kept going on, “Come on, Dean. Come back. Let us take care of the disease.” As soon as those words left her mouth, everything seemed to go down the drain. Black ink spread through the moss green eyes and took away Sam’s hope with it. Dean grinned maniacally.
“I like the disease. I don’t want to be cured.”
Y/N sighed dejectedly. This wasn’t going to be easy at all.
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