One shot request- reader not being able to exorcise a demon in Dean because his screams are too much to handle
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“You’re a pretty one.” He says, eyes flashing a deep, soulless black. The words come out of Dean’s mouth but they don’t belong to him; you’re still not sure how exactly, but a demon had managed get past his anti-possession tattoo and take hold of him, and you’d had the misfortune of finding out by waking up with a knife to your throat and Dean’s green eyes staring back at you. Now, strapped down in a chair in the most secure room in the bunker, the demon was rendered harmless. You pay its idle chatter no mind, flipping through the pages of the book in your hands until you find the right page.
“Too bad Dean doesn’t see it.” The demon continues, a smug grin on his face. You know it’s just trying to get a reaction out of you, but you’d be lying if the statement didn’t make your jaw clench and your palms sweat. I’ll have the last laugh, you think, clearing your throat to begin the incantation.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica...” you hesitate on the last word. The demon’s eyes begin to flicker back to dean’s normal green, but he lets out a series of pained grunts in the process. You can’t tell if it’s the demon you’re hurting or... Dean. Your stomach clenches at the thought. Still, you press on.
“...potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo-“ Dean’s scream echoes throughout the bunker, your heart breaking with it. A gentle hand lands on your shoulder, and you jump. Sam looks down at you sympathetically. You didn’t realize you were shaking until now.
“Why don’t you let me handle this one.” He says softly. You nod, and step out into the hallway where Cas waits for the both of you. You join him, trying to calm your racing thoughts. “He’ll be okay.” Cas says reassuringly as more screams can be heard from the other side of the wall.
“I know. He always is.” You say, less because you were sure of it and more because you need to convince yourself. After a few minutes, the screams stop. The door opens to reveal a frazzled Sam.
“How is he?” You ask immediately.
“Never better.” He says with a slight grimace. “He asked me to come get you.”
You slip past Sam without a second thought, at Dean’s side in seconds. He slumps in the chair, no longer restrained but too weak to stand. He lifts his head up weakly to look at you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “It’s good to be back.” He mumbles. You laugh, overcome with relief. Smoothly, almost without thinking, you place a hand on his cheek and brush your lips against his for the first time. Dean stares back at you afterwards, frozen. You shy away, suddenly self conscious.
“I’m sorry-“ you stutter, and begin to turn away, but he places a hand on your wrist and pulls you back toward him, drawing you in with another kiss, this one softer, more passionate.
He rests his forehead against yours. “Don’t be.”
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