The Deal (Dean X Reader)
WEDIM Day Sixteen
DEAN X READER
WORD COUNT:843
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: You knew you shouldn’t have done it but it had to be done. The Winchester’s must be saved.
I’d never run so fast in my life.
I run full pelt back to the motel, fumbling with the key’s as I unlocked the door. I prayed he wouldn’t be awake yet, that I had time to make everything look like nothing happened. But as soon as I opened the door I was met by Dean, who was just about to walk out.
I was relieved beyond words. He was alive!
I jumped on him, giving him a big hug. Dean laughed nervously and hugged me back. I didn’t even realise I was crying until I moved off him and saw the damp patch on his chest.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Dean asked with a concerned look on his face.
“Nothing, I’m so glad you’re okay,” I whispered hugging him again.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dean asked, laughing again. I just shook my head and continued to cry.
Dean raised his eyebrow and gently pulled me inside the motel room, shutting the door behind me.
“Spill,” He said as he sat down. I followed and sat down on the sofa opposite the chair Dean was sat in.
I sighed and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to tell him what had happened or tell him what I’d just done. He would surely hate me for. I knew what I’d done was wrong but I couldn’t have gone on without him. It was my fault he died and my mess to clear up. If it took a bad deal with a crossroads demon, then that’s what I had to do. The world needed Dean Winchester. It did not need little old me! “Y/n, what did you do?”
I sighed again, and gave him an apologetic look as I began to tell him what happened. --- [FLASHBACK] --- My tears fell freely as I knelt down in the middle of the crossroads scrambling to bury the small box. Inside was a photo of myself, graveyard dirt and a bone from a black cat. I stood up and turned around, looking everywhere for the sight of the demon. There was no one. Just dirt track going off in each direction.
I stomped angrily on the small mound of soil where the box was buried and screamed. Cursing and sobbing loudly. This had to work, it had to! “Hey, sunshine. Calm down no need to get in such a flap,” A man’s voice said from behind me.
I spun around to see a tall man standing right in front of me. He had a lazy grin on his face, sparking blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. If it wasn’t for the smart black suit he was wearing I would have thought he’d walked straight out of Venice Beach. He blinked and let his blood red eyes show, letting me know that he was a cross roads demon. I took a few deep breathes, calming myself down. This was my only chance to save Dean so I had to make it count. “There we go! Now, what can I do for such a beautiful girl as yourself?”
“Save him,” I said without missing a beat. Confidence and fake assertion laced my voice. Knew what I wanted. I knew how to get it too. “Save Dean Winchester,”
The demon scoffed and his eyes widened slightly. He whistled and run his hand through his hair. “Dean Winchester?” The demon asked, “No can do I’m afraid. That guys on the top of the kings hit list. Sorry, no,”
I frowned.
“I didn’t ask, I told. Now. Save. Dean. Winchester,” I said angrily stepping closer to the demon. I pulled out the demon blade from my pocket. The demon stepped backwards, away from me and stepped right into my trap. I smirked and stepped back away from the demon then pointed at the floor where the paint marked the ground.
“Shit,” The demon cursed.
“I’m not gonna tell you again,” I said through gritted teeth. The demon laughed cruelly and stepped to the edge of the trap.
“No.”
--- “Then. Then it was all a blue. I can’t really remember what I did or how I managed to get him to say yes but I did,”
“How long have you got?” Dean asked quietly.
“A year,” I said sadly. Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face. He was pissed. “Please don’t be mad at me,” I pleaded. “Please,”
Dean looked up at me again. A couple small tears rolling down his face but he quickly wiped them away. He stood up and sat next to me, grabbing hold of my hands and pulling them into him lap. He played over the back of my hand for a moment then finally said:
“It’s going to be okay,” He kissed my hand and looked me straight in the eye, “I love you, okay? Sure, I’m mad as hell that you did that but I love you,” I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out were more sobs. Dean frowned and hugged me tight, “It’s going to be okay,”