Dean X crossroads demon!reader
You met at a quiet crossroads the time was 10pm, the world stood still, the soil heavy with the cold.The gravel heavy under Dean's feet as he looked around, until he felt that shift behind him. He turned around and he felt his breath hitch, he doesn't know what he was expecting, well obviously a beautiful woman to tempt you into a deal, but not this. There you stood in high 3 inch heels black and shiny, and the skin tight dress to match. Your fingertips your kissing each other under your bust as you stood there inspecting him, a devious smile ghosting over your lips. "The Dean huh? Never thought I would get the pleasure to meet you" your voice was as smooth as silk as you slowly walked towards him. "The one who had caused so much trouble, you and your brother is a hot topic back home" you're now stood face to face. Dean's lip now pick up in a smirk "really? Didn't know hell was that boring" he fought back, the tension was high. Your eyebrow picked up in a slight playfulness, Dean's eyes catches that eyebrow and see that scar.
It was deep edged into your skin, almost branded into you, like it was meant to always be there. Until his eyes drop back to your face, "so what can I do for you Dean?". " I think we should take it to my car" Dean questions back at you head slightly knocking back. "Lead the way" satisfied Dean begins to lead the way, thinking he's slick and smart, that was until he heard the heels stop digging into the gravel. You look up at him, almost mocking him you bend over, giving Dean a peak at your cleavage. You used those perfectly manicured nails to divide the gravel to reveal that familiar devil trap drawn into the world. "Really?" you stand back up and stare at him, watching his face drop with knowing you weren't fooled by him.
"Time to cut the small talk, I know you're hear about a previous deal, years old. Derek's yes?" Dean nods back and begins to open his mouth before you cut him off "out of my domain honey, I didn't make that deal, but either way a deal so old cannot be re negotiated" you surprised him by giggling slightly "at least not without any leverage, that you no longer have". Dean's jaw clicks he stares back at you, challenging you, you wink at him and wave before disappearing.
You met again in spring, the time was 12am, the diner was empty with life. With the floor now littered with dead bodies of demons as Dean and Sam stare back at you, covered in blood. After a few more minutes of trying to fight you they reliased you helped them with the swarm of demons, now sat down "we meet again I see" you fingers trace back your forehead to clean the blood. "How the hell did you get out?" "Oh, I think you know Dean, let's just say it's where you ran into Daddy dearest again" you fire back that one same eyebrows perking up. "Devil's gate." Sam cuts in, "Yep. Just didn't know us crossroads demons could get out, had to fight tooth and nail to get out".
"So how come you are here, especially helping us with other demons" until Sam could get the words you had disappeared into the night. Dean looks out the window, pissed that he can't figure you out, but loves you always run into each other.
You met again in summer, 1pm the sunrays blastibg through the delicate window frame. Yet this meeting wasn't as good for you as the other ones were, knowing you had no power in this situation. Seeing as you are now tied up in a chair under a devils trap, jaw holding too much tension. You had listened to Sam talking about how they won't resort to violence nor hurt you as you gad helped them previously, yet you are still here tied up. You rolled your eyes back, "so answer my question I asked you back in the diner. Why aren't you with your own kind?" Dean circles you knowing Sam promised no violence. "Let's just say I didn't like how things were playing out, and I'm not exactly liked, I have rebelled before." Sam nods understanding "okay, so why didn't you like Hell?"he questions "After what you guys at Devils Gate, Hell needed a new leader, then came Lilith" you admitted not holding back, not caring.
"Already a new leader, how come people don't like her?" Dean pushes further, but you're done. "Look I have shit to do, I know you have met Ruby, she'll find you and inform you." Sam stops pacing and faces you, "how do you know Ruby?" "Let's just say we're one of the same, now let me out" you bark back, and true to his word Sam edges an opening in the Devil trap and you're gone like that. Sam puts back the supplies while thinking out loud about how long it would take Ruby to find them, Dean barely listens. He thinks back to what you said knowing how Ruby had rebelled against hell, he thinks about how different you are and how he hates himself for being intrigued.
You were reunited again in winter, the night had come the radio read the time, 11:01pm. The road was slick with frost and Dean qas complaining heavily about how it was affecting the windshield. The windows were rolled up shut and Sam was curled up in the passenger seat, “I just don’t get it Dean, the apocalypse, end of the world. I think this is way to big for us” “I know Sammy, but isn’t this what the job is, taking on beings, just that this new being is lucifer” Den answers back almost too nonchalantly for Sam’s taste. “But still I don’t, DEAN WATCH OUT!” Sam’s sudden scream catches Dean off guard and he swerves the car into the next lane. The car not a scratch but yet they were still shaken up, Dean saw it later but able to catch a glimpse. A woman’s figure. Eeriely stood in the road, looking lost, empty. “It was a ghost right?” He faces Dean. “Yeah it was, dammint why now when we are trying to go rest to another case.” They both climb out the car to look for any damages, Dean searches thoroughly with no scratches in sight he sighs and taps Baby lovingly. “She’s fine on this end, what about on your end Sammy” he shouts over the roof of the car.
“What do you determine as fine?” the question hangs in the air Dean charges to the other end. He sees no obvious damage except a flat tire. He sighs defeatedly hands on hips, “guess we have to sleep here tonight” he’s already opening the back door to get ready to sleep for the night. Sam grumbles under his breath “great” arms crossed and eyes surveying the area, until he sees the river. He already running towards it yelling for Dean, urgently Dean looks up and wastes no time to run with him. Frost kissed the nearby grass the water obvious freezing, yet Sam walks in urgently, to the figure in the river. Floating in the water, drenched hair painted over her forehead and flowing back into the water. And a drenched white dress clinging to her like a second skin, Sam drags her out to the grass and tears off his jacket, to wrap around her cold frame. Dean settles next to him concern etched onto his face, Sam was so focused on trying to warm her up and look for her heart beat. Dean uses his sleeve to dry her face and neck, then he saw it. That same damn mark. Cutting through her brow, deep then it clicked. It was you. Despite what he tried to tell himself he was concerned for you, and his heart beat rose.
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