You noticed that Belphegor was staring at you again. You tried to forget the fact that he made you blush, and that your dad saw it. It was getting a lot harder not to like him, but you just had to keep reminding yourself whose body he was possessing. Jack was your best friend, and you did not want to disrespect him by falling in love with the demon who was walking around in his corpse.
“So... about that heart,” Belphegor said causing you to snap out of your thoughts.
“Working on it.” You dad said, causing you to look at him incredulously.“I'm thinking maybe we hit the morgue.” Once you realize what they were actually talking about, you let out a relieved sigh which causes your dad to give you a strange look.
“Hmm. Fresh, it'd be... it would be better.” He said. After hearing those words, you reminded yourself that he was a demon. Demons can not be trusted and this particular demon was using your dead best friend’s meat suit.
The conversation stops when you all hear a scream. You didn’t realize that there was anyone left in town. You all run towards the direction the scream came from and see the sheriff’s dead body lying on the ground.
“Hmm. Cool.” Belphegor says. You give him a look to which he returns an apologetic smile.
“Son of a bitch,” your dad says.
“Yeah. Yeah. Poor guy,” Belphegor heartlessly says as he reaches into the sheriff's chest and pulls out his heart. It reminded you of something you saw in a television show, except this was a lot more bloody and less magical.
“Whoa!” Your dad says since it happened so unexpectedly.
“Well, got a heart,” Belphegor says. He turns to you and says, “I would give it to you, but it’s not mine.” You begin blushing again.
“Hey!” Your dad says pointing a finger at Belphegor while glaring daggers at him. He was over-protective like always although in this case, you let it serve as a warning not to get too close to the demon.
“What?” He says as though he doesn’t realize what he did wrong.
“Let’s just do the spell already.” You mumble while mentally cursing yourself for being so weak that you blushed. You freaking blushed! Sighing, you notice that you could see your breath. That was never a good sign.
“We need to move. Now,” Your dad told Belphegor. The ghost appeared right next to you. She had long black hair, a white shirt, and a long black dress.
“I remember you.” The ghost said to your dad. You're assuming that this was the lady in white that your dad and Uncle Sam told you about. You were too young to have been there, but you know enough. “You took me home.” she flings your dad into a dumpster, causing you to jump.
“Oh, hey. Look, okay? I barely even... I barely even know this guy, okay?” Belphegor says as soon as the ghost turns her attention to him. You refrain from rolling your eyes, even though he’s not lying.
She considers him for a moment before she sees you. Belphegor notices her turning towards you and quickly moves in front of you so that he is between you and the lady in white.
“Hey, hey.” He says as he blocks her from you. She tries to stem around him, but he doesn’t back down. “Bad ghost. Bad. No.” She slashed his hand causing him to wince. You look at him worriedly. He didn’t have to protect you. You’re a hunter and you have the scars to prove it, yet he got hurt for you.
“Hey, Casper,” your dad says hitting her with a metal rod. She disappeared. “Spell. Now. Let's get the salt.” He said to both you and Belphegor.
Kneeling, you open the bag with your pocket knife and pour the salt into a mound. Belphegor places the heart on top of it.
“We good?” You dad ask earning a nod from you.
“We're good,” Belphegor says before he recites the spell. “Animi... infernorum... spiritus abyssi surrecti... defigo... vos intra confinia. Vinciamni!”
He slams his hand on the ground causing a red energy to spread from the heart through the town. You look at Belphegor and he nods to you. You smile at him causing him to look surprised before smiling back at you.
“Thanks.” You dad says patting him on the shoulder before looking between the two of you. You could tell that he was happy that Belphegor didn’t let the ghost anywhere near you (even though you would have been able to handle it). Honestly, it was getting extremely hard not to like him.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Crowley (mentioned)
Summary: Dean likes the Halloween decorations in the bunker, but now that Halloween is over, he’s at war with the Reader (who is more than ready for Christmas to come around).
Warnings: language, angst, fluff
Word Count: 2,223 words
A/N: This is dedicated to @misspygmypie, who requested this. I’m not sure if this was how you imagined it, but I hope you like it. Also, the gif is not mine; it came from google images.
‘Twas the morning after Halloween, when all through the bunker, not a creature was stirring, not even a hunter. That was when Y/N woke up and said, “Wow. What a bummer.”
Dean woke with a start after hearing something crash. The first thing he noticed was the empty space on the bed next to him, which was where you usually slept when Sam was too busy to notice.
While feeling for the pistol that he kept under his pillow, he heard another (much louder) crash. Grabbing his gun, he quickly ran out into the hallway and into the library where the sounds were coming from. That was where he saw you, and several boxes.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked eyeing the boxes as he set the gun on the table. Looking at the boxes, he saw that some were empty, while others were not.
“Redecorating” You stated simply as you began to take down a fake spiders web. You’re back was turned, so you weren't able to see the look he had when he finally processed what you had said.
“Excuse me?” Dean asked incredulously.
“I said I’m redecorating.” You repeated. You put the last of the fake spider webs inside of a Ziploc bag before placing it in one of the empty boxes.
“For what?” His voice was a bit higher than usual, but you didn’t notice. You were too busy grabbing one of the long boxes and taking it to the other side of the room to take down a very life-like skeleton.
“It’s almost Christmas.” You said. In truth, Christmas was actually a little over fifty days away. Plus, there was also Thanksgiving, but stores never paid much attention to it.
“Well, Christmas is going to have to wait its turn,” Dean stated roughly. He started pointing to the decorations that remained untouched by you.“These decorations are not going anywhere.”
“But, Halloween already had its turn,” you pouted. It did no use. Dean began grabbing the Christmas decorations to put them back into storage.
“Deal with it.” He said. You looked around the room when you decided that you weren’t going to let him tell you what to do. Halloween ended and you were more than ready for Christmas to come already.
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“How do you want me to pose?” Dean heard Cas say. He was on his way to the library to look us something about sirens.
“Just like that.” He heard you say. Why were you asking Cas to pose?
“Are you sure that Dean is okay with this?” Cas said. Suddenly, a wave of thoughts came crashing into Dean. You were asking Cas to pose and Cas was asking if he’d be okay with it.
“What the hell is going on here?” Dean said, rushing into the room to find you with a camera.
“I’m taking Cas’s picture.” You said cheerfully.
“Why is he wearing that?” He said referring to the Christmas cardigan and Santa hat that you gave Cas to wear.
“Because it looks nice.”You said smiling. “I also got one for you and Sam.” Walking to a shopping bag that was on the table, you grabbed a red long-sleeved Christmas sweater with a collar.
“There is no way in hell I am wearing that,” Dean said as he grabbed the sweater and threw it back into the bag. You glared at him for a few seconds before you smiled again. Dean was taken aback by your sudden change of expression, but you knew exactly what you were doing.
“If you’re not planning on wearing that, then I guess I’ll just have to return this.” you grabbed out of the bag a red Christmas-themed dress that looked like it would have fit your frame perfectly and ended mid-thigh.
“Wha-What is that?” stuttered Dean. He could already see how beautiful you would look it with the glow from the Christmas lights making you shine. It wasn’t that you weren’t already beautiful. You were the most gorgeous person he had ever laid eyes on. It was that he knew that he was close to breaking, so he forced himself to look anywhere except you and the dress you were holding.
“I thought that you would like it, but I guess I was wrong.” You said throwing it the bag.
“Um... well, I hope you get your money back.” Dean forced himself to say.
“It has a money-back guarantee, so I think I’ll be fine.” You said with a knowing smirk that Dean caught. You could tell that you were winning, and he did too.
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“Sam, you have to come back,” Dean said into the phone. Sam was still on that hunt, so his phone went straight to voicemail, and you were still putting Christmas decorations in the bunker.“She’s already taken down the decorations, and she already brainwashed Cas into helping her. Call me back.” Dean said.
“Dean, is everything alright?” Cas said as he saw how distraught his friend was.
“No, Cas. Everything is far from alright.” He replied. He was already done with the whole Christmas thing. Last night, you decided to sleep in your own room because he was being ‘too much of a Grinch’.
“This has to do with Y/N, doesn’t it?” Cas sighed. He was the only one who knew that you and Dean were together. Cas was able to figure it out by the way Dean had practically growled at some guy who was flirting with you at the bar.
“Cas, it’s not even close to Christmas. Why does she insist on doing this?” Dean ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Why couldn’t you understand how he felt about this?
“I imagine it’s because it makes her happy,” Cas said, which caught Dean a bit off guard.
“Why are you helping them?” Dean said eyeing Cas suspiciously. You had to be bribing him with something right?
“Y/N is one of the kindest people I know. They have done so much for us, that I figured that I could repay them however I can.” He said solemnly.
“But, Cas, this whole “Christmas” thing is getting ridiculous.” He couldn’t think of one moment when you weren’t doing something that was Christmas-related. Hell, you even decorated the dungeon and gave Crowley a Santa hat while you were there. “This morning, she was singing along to Christmas music as she put away all of the Halloween decorations.”
“I admit, she does seem to really like Christmas,” Cas said. It was obvious to Dean that Cas didn’t want to pick sides, but he already did just by helping you.
“Cas!” You yelled from the library. “I need you to help me put up the tree!”
“Coming!” Cas yelled back. He nodded to Dean before leaving to go help with the tree,
“Dammit,” Dean whispered/yelled one he was alone. He was NOT going to let you win this one. Not if he could help it.
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Walking through the hallway, you could feel that something was off. You didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t like it. It wasn’t until you walked into the map room that you realized what was wrong.
“Winchester!” You yelled loudly. You usually called him by his last name when you were angry with him. He was in the library reading a book about how Werewolves have evolved over the years when he saw you angrily stomping towards him.“What did you do!” you said placing your hands on your hips.
“What do you mean?” Dean asked as he pretended to not see how angry you were, which only pissed you off more.
“Where are all the decorations?” You asked. All of the decorations that you had spent days putting up were gone. Instead, in their place were the Halloween decorations that you back into storage with the help of Castiel.
“They're all right there,” Dean said as though it were obvious. You were having none of it.
“I meant the Christmas decorations!” You yelled.“I spent hours putting them up!” You looked around the room, and your face heated up as you remembered how much time and effort you spent trying to make things perfect for the holidays.
“Oh, well, I figured that since Christmas is in about fifty days, that I’d might as well put the Halloween decorations up.” He said with a belligerent attitude.
“I can’t believe that you took everything down.” You said quieter than before.
“Well believe it.”He said with a wink, although it wasn’t the flirty kind. By then, you could practically feel the tears threatening to fall, so you turned away so that Dean wouldn’t see them. “Y/N?” He asked sounding confused.
“Hmm?” You said, not wanting to use your voice for fear that it might break. You hated crying in front of him.
“Look, Y/N, I-” He began. He knew that he won, but it didn’t feel as good as he thought that it would. Instead, he felt a pang in his chest as he realized that you had given up. In short, he felt horrible.
“I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”You interrupted. He watched hopelessly as you walked towards the stairs that led out of the bunker
“Y/N-” He tried, but you were already gone.
“Dean, what happened?” Cas said as he walked into the room. He looked at the room before looking back at Dean who sat back down with slumped shoulders.
“I was an ass.” He answered.
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“Dammit, Y/N, Pick up.” He said. He had already tried calling you five times. He made Cas help him put the Christmas decorations back up the way that you had them. He even put on the Christmas sweater that you were too busy to return right away. He was about to call again when the door to the bunker opened.
“Hey.” You said nervously. Den rushed to you and gave you the biggest hug you’ve ever gotten. You could tell that he was worried about you which made you feel a little bit better.
“Y/N, I was an ass.” He said after he let you go, although his hands were left resting on your shoulders. You looked around in awe at the Christmas decorations that were exactly like how you had them before.
“It’s okay.” You said. You set a bag down onto the floor, before saying, “I guess I kinda forced you to be.”
“No, you were right.” He said shaking his head. “Halloween is over. Its turn has ended.” You looked at him and saw that he was wearing the sweater that you had thought you put in your car. You were going to return it, but you realized that you had left it at the bunker.
“You’re the one who was right.” You said as you looked at the Christmas decorations. You were happy that you weren’t fighting anymore, but looking at the decorations, you weren’t as happy as you were before. “look, I’m sorry that I was so quick to take down the Halloween decorations without thinking of how you felt about it. I guess I kinda got a bit carried away.”
“A bit?” He said.“Sweetheart, you used that picture of Cas as a tree topper, you sang along to every Christmas song I can think of, and you even decorated the dungeon.” He chuckled.
“Okay, okay, I get it.” You said smiling.“I also promised our friends that I’d sent them Christmas cards.” You saw his smile falter, which made you panic a little.
“You what?” he asked. “You’re lucky I love you.” He said which calmed you down.
“I love you too.” You said. He dipped his head down to meet your lips with his when you suddenly came up with an idea. “Dean,” You said breaking the kiss.
“Is something wrong.” He asked sounding a bit worried.
“Since Halloween just ended and Christmas is in eight weeks, how about we compromise?”
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Bonus:
“Guy’s, I’m back!” Sam yells as he opens the door. He had gotten Dean’s message, but his phone broke before he could respond to it. He was surprised when he saw how the bunker looked. The Christmas tree was up despite it being November, but it looked different. It had the usual Christmas ornaments, but there were fake spider webs on it which made it look a little creepy. He then saw the skeleton, which was set up in a way that would scare any little kid, but it was wearing a Santa hat. Then, he saw something he wished he didn’t see. Dean was wearing a red festive Christmas sweater while you wearing a black long-sleeved lace shirt and the witch hat that you had bought on clearance during your “walk.” That wasn’t what Sam wished he hadn’t seen. It was you sitting on the table with your lips attached to his brothers.
“Guy’s! Can you please not make out in front of me?” He yells as he covered his eyes.
“What’s that?” Dean asked as he pointed to the bag that Sam was holding.
“It’s a cornucopia. It’s a common Thanksgiving decoration.” He said as he set it on the table. Dean’s expression of realization that he had completely forgotten about Thanksgiving matched yours. It wasn’t like it mattered though. There was no way that either of you were planning on taking down the current decorations any time soon.
Summary: When your best friend (and crush) suddenly has black eyes, you try to convince the Winchesters that you’re not crazy. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Warnings: Language,
(Not my GIF)
“Y/N!” Dean yelled as he banged his fist against the door. “What the hell has gotten into you?” You paced around wondering what you were going to do. You contemplated opening the door, but what if he was there?
You had just woken up and walked into the library because that was where Sam, Dean, and Cas were talking about another hunt. Cas had said something funny, and you were about to say something back when you saw his eyes.
“Why don’t you ask Cas what’s gotten into him?” You said. You’re breathing faster than usual, and all you could think of were how Cas’s eyes were not so beautifully blue like they normally are. In fact, his eyes weren’t even blue.
“Are you going to explain what you’re talking about, or what?” Dean asked, irritation seeping out of his voice.
“Y/N, we just want to know what’s going on.” reasoned Sam. You tried to calm down enough to tell them.
“CAS,” you yelled as you opened the door, which caused Dean’s fist to hang in mid-air. “IS A FREAKING DEMON!”
“What?” Dean scoffed as he let his arm fall back to his side. “Cas is fine.”
You tried to shut the door again, but Sam pushed it back so that he and Dean could actually enter your room.
“There is no way that Cas could be a demon,” Dean said. This time, it was your turn to scoff.
“His eyes were black.” You told them. Sam actually looked surprised, but Dean simply rolled his eyes. “Something must’ve happened.”
“Y/N, I can assure you that I am not a demon,” Cas said, walking into your room.
“Then what the hell are you?” He looked taken aback by your question, which you didn’t know what to think of. Either he really doesn’t know what you’re talking about or he’s playing dumb.
“Y/N, is everything okay?” He reached his hand out to feel your forehead, but you dodged it.
“Even I’ve got to admit, you’re acting pretty weird,” Sam said. You gave him a bitchface that was good enough to challenge the one he gave right back to you.
“What he means is, you’re acting more weird than your usual weird.” Dean elaborated is his own way.
“You did hit your head pretty hard yesterday,” Sam said, referring to when the witch you were hunting threw you out of a second-story window. You were lucky that the ground was soft, otherwise, you would have been more hurt than you were when Cas got to you.
“Guys, I’m fine.” You hissed. Dean challengingly looked you in the eye. It was a thing that the two of you did when you fought. You’d glare intensely at each other until the other broke.
“I think you need to rest.” Cas insisted. He tried to grab your arm to guide you to your bed, but you yanked it out of his reach. It also meant that Dean had won your little glaring contest.
“Look, we’re going on a hunt,” Sam said referring to Dean, Cas, and himself. It was obvious that they were going to make you stay in the bunker.
“We’re only going to be a few towns over so, if you need anything, just call,” Dean said patting you on the back and messing up your hair.
“Stay safe,” Sam said, giving you a side hug before he and Dean left. You looked at Cas. Suddenly his eyes turned black again.
“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said nodding his head, before leaving with Sam and Dean. The Winchesters didn’t believe you. Taking out your phone, you call the one person who might actually listen to you.
“Thank you for phoning Crowley, King of Hell. For demon deals, press 1. To report a sighting of that ginger whore, press 2. If this is Y/N, press 3.” You pressed three before bringing the phone back to your ear.
Summary: When your best friend (and crush) suddenly has black eyes, you try to convince the Winchesters that you’re not crazy. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Warnings: Language,
(Not my GIF)
“Y/N!” Dean yelled as he banged his fist against the door. “What the hell has gotten into you?” You paced around wondering what you were going to do. You contemplated opening the door, but what if he was there?
You had just woken up and walked into the library because that was where Sam, Dean, and Cas were talking about another hunt. Cas had said something funny, and you were about to say something back when you saw his eyes.
“Why don’t you ask Cas what’s gotten into him?” You said. You’re breathing faster than usual, and all you could think of were how Cas’s eyes were not so beautifully blue like they normally are. In fact, his eyes weren’t even blue.
“Are you going to explain what you're talking about, or what?” Dean asked, irritation seeping out of his voice.
“Y/N, we just want to know what’s going on.” reasoned Sam. You tried to calm down enough to tell them.
“CAS,” you yelled as you opened the door, which caused Dean’s fist to hang in mid-air. “IS A FREAKING DEMON!”
“What?” Dean scoffed as he let his arm fall back to his side. “Cas is fine.”
You tried to shut the door again, but Sam pushed it back so that he and Dean could actually enter your room.
“There is no way that Cas could be a demon,” Dean said. This time, it was your turn to scoff.
“His eyes were black.” You told them. Sam actually looked surprised, but Dean simply rolled his eyes. “Something must’ve happened.”
“Y/N, I can assure you that I am not a demon,” Cas said, walking into your room.
“Then what the hell are you?” He looked taken aback by your question, which you didn’t know what to think of. Either he really doesn’t know what you’re talking about or he’s playing dumb.
“Y/N, is everything okay?” He reached his hand out to feel your forehead, but you dodged it.
“Even I’ve got to admit, you’re acting pretty weird,” Sam said. You gave him a bitchface that was good enough to challenge the one he gave right back to you.
“What he means is, you’re acting more weird than your usual weird.” Dean elaborated is his own way.
“You did hit your head pretty hard yesterday,” Sam said, referring to when the witch you were hunting threw you out of a second-story window. You were lucky that the ground was soft, otherwise, you would have been more hurt than you were when Cas got to you.
“Guys, I’m fine.” You hissed. Dean challengingly looked you in the eye. It was a thing that the two of you did when you fought. You’d glare intensely at each other until the other broke.
“I think you need to rest.” Cas insisted. He tried to grab your arm to guide you to your bed, but you yanked it out of his reach. It also meant that Dean had won your little glaring contest.
“Look, we’re going on a hunt,” Sam said referring to Dean, Cas, and himself. It was obvious that they were going to make you stay in the bunker.
“We’re only going to be a few towns over so, if you need anything, just call,” Dean said patting you on the back and messing up your hair.
“Stay safe,” Sam said, giving you a side hug before he and Dean left. You looked at Cas. Suddenly his eyes turned black again.
“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said nodding his head, before leaving with Sam and Dean. The Winchesters didn’t believe you. Taking out your phone, you call the one person who might actually listen to you.
“Thank you for phoning Crowley, King of Hell. For demon deals, press 1. To report a sighting of that ginger whore, press 2. If this is Y/N, press 3.” You pressed three before bringing the phone back to your ear.
In the episode “Peace of Mind”, Castiel tells Dean about how he is concerned about Jack’s soul. Then, a few episodes later, Dean accuses Cas of not telling anyone about Jack’s soul. Did I miss something?
He had been staring at you since for the past half hour and you were slowly going nuts. It didn’t help that he was in your best friend’s meat suit. It actually did quite the opposite. You missed Jack, despite all of his huge and recent mistakes. The fact that Belphegor was using Jack’s dead body made it extremely hard to even look at him.
You also tried to hint that you wanted nothing to do with him, but you couldn’t help but laugh at some of the jokes he had made, which ultimately sent the wrong message. It’s not your fault that he has a sense of humour. It was also pretty embarrassing when you’d look at him and your laughter would turn into crying hysterically because he looks like your recently deceased best friend.
You were walking back to the Impala after getting yourself and your dad a coffee from one of the shops in town. Neither of you had gotten much sleep since Chuck decided to free all of the souls from hell. Unfortunately for Dean, he was stuck listening to the demon gush about you, his daughter.
“Look at them now!” Belphegor said when you punched a random pedestrian who was harassing you. You were fascinating and gorgeous. You were nothing like the human he used to know when he was human. You were tough, smart, and you could talk in complete sentences.
“What?” Your dad asked. He was not only confused about what the demon was talking about, but he was also not in the mood to talk.
“Y/N.” He clarified. “She’s amazing… and hot.”
“Don’t you dare talk about her like that!”
“Why?”, He asked. What was so bad about complimenting somebody. “it’s a compliment and it’s true.”
“Let me give you some advice. One, you don’t talk about someone like that to their parent. It just makes them want to shoot you. Second, stay the hell away from her. I don’t need her hanging around some demon.”
“Right, because letting her hunt monsters is much safer,” Belphegor said sarcastically.
Opening the passenger door, you hand your dad his coffee. He thanked you before he began to sip on it. You were about to take a sip of yours when you felt somebody staring at you again.
“Are you staring at me?” You asked, hoping that you were wrong.
“Yeah, why?” He answered casually. You saw your dad spit a bit of his coffee out before glaring at Belphegor.
“It’s kind of considered rude these days.” You said as you turned in your seat to look at him.
“Sorry. You’re just really good-looking.”
“Hey!” Your dad yelled. “Did you not hear a word I was telling you.” Were they talking about you while you were out? You turned back in your seat to face the window so that you wouldn’t have to look at the demon or your dad.
“Just because you gave me advice doesn’t mean I have to take it.”
You tried to stop it, but a blush rose to your cheeks and you found yourself fighting a light smile. What the hell is going on? Although you didn’t want to, you found yourself liking the demon a little more.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Your dad said when he looked at you. After this, he’s really going to need a drink.
He had been staring at you since for the past half hour and you were slowly going nuts. It didn’t help that he was in your best friend’s meat suit. It actually did quite the opposite. You missed Jack, despite all of his huge and recent mistakes. The fact that Belphegor was using Jack’s dead body made it extremely hard to even look at him.
You also tried to hint that you wanted nothing to do with him, but you couldn’t help but laugh at some of the jokes he had made, which ultimately sent the wrong message. It’s not your fault that he has a sense of humour. It was also pretty embarrassing when you’d look at him and your laughter would turn into crying hysterically because he looks like your recently deceased best friend.
You were walking back to the Impala after getting yourself and your dad a coffee from one of the shops in town. Neither of you had gotten much sleep since Chuck decided to free all of the souls from hell. Unfortunately for Dean, he was stuck listening to the demon gush about you, his daughter.
“Look at them now!” Belphegor said when you punched a random pedestrian who was harassing you. You were fascinating and gorgeous. You were nothing like the human he used to know when he was human. You were tough, smart, and you could talk in complete sentences.
“What?” Your dad asked. He was not only confused about what the demon was talking about, but he was also not in the mood to talk.
“Y/N.” He clarified. “She’s amazing... and hot.”
“Don’t you dare talk about her like that!”
“Why?”, He asked. What was so bad about complimenting somebody. “it’s a compliment and it’s true.”
“Let me give you some advice. One, you don’t talk about someone like that to their parent. It just makes them want to shoot you. Second, stay the hell away from her. I don’t need her hanging around some demon.”
“Right, because letting her hunt monsters is much safer,” Belphegor said sarcastically.
Opening the passenger door, you hand your dad his coffee. He thanked you before he began to sip on it. You were about to take a sip of yours when you felt somebody staring at you again.
“Are you staring at me?” You asked, hoping that you were wrong.
“Yeah, why?” He answered casually. You saw your dad spit a bit of his coffee out before glaring at Belphegor.
“It’s kind of considered rude these days.” You said as you turned in your seat to look at him.
“Sorry. You're just really good-looking.”
“Hey!” Your dad yelled. “Did you not hear a word I was telling you.” Were they talking about you while you were out? You turned back in your seat to face the window so that you wouldn’t have to look at the demon or your dad.
“Just because you gave me advice doesn’t mean I have to take it.”
You tried to stop it, but a blush rose to your cheeks and you found yourself fighting a light smile. What the hell is going on? Although you didn’t want to, you found yourself liking the demon a little more.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Your dad said when he looked at you. After this, he’s really going to need a drink.
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