Sineater
Title: Sin Eater
Summary: You are looking for sins to eat.
Square filled for @spnquotebingo: Quote: (“I’m a sin eater.” – Blacklist)
Square filled for @spnmixedbingo: Angel
Pairing: MoC!Dean Winchester x Sineater!Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: angst, language, blood, mentions of sins: (sexual abuse, cheating)
A/N: For my story sin-eaters are rogue angels who try to take sins away and help people. I imagined Pinhead from Hellraiser for the fallen sin-eater.
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“You look lonely, hunter,“ you coo, carefully stepping toward the infamous Dean Winchester. He sneers at your words but doesn’t turn around to even look at you. The hunter prefers to down the next drink and not pay attention to you.
You heard many stories about him, stuff for nightmares and to keep people awake at night. Still, you walk toward him with steady steps.
It’s in your nature. Sins draw you in and, Dean Winchester is like a huge lighthouse guiding you toward his position since he got the Mark of Cain. Sins are just your thing.
“Get lost,” well, at least you got a reaction out of him. “Or do you want to follow them?” he slams a bloody blade onto the bar counter.
His bloody hand is shaking and you wonder if the blood all over his clothes belongs only to the dead family you found at the Styne’s mansion or if one of them had the chance to throw a few punches.
“Now, why would I do such a thing?” you’re a little cocky tonight. A delicious meal like all of Dean’s sins isn’t something you will find every day. “Don’t be foolish, Dean Winchester.”
“You know my name, huh? Shall I be impressed, demon?” he gruffly replies, making you chuckle. “What’s so funny bitch?”
“That’s rude, but you are forgiven,” you hop onto the barstool next to the hunter, slamming your hand flat onto the sticky surface. “You simply confused down with up.”
“An angel,” Dean huffs. “Even worse. Kid, leave this place before I drag your angelic ass out and test my first blade on you. I bet your blood will make it a bit more…shiny.”
“I’m not that kind of angel, hunter,” you bark orders at the scared bartender. He can only stare at the bloody first blade on the counter as if it will make sure he survives this crazy night. “You did a great job at their mansion.”
“A fan, huh?” you chuckle at his comment but smile sweetly as he finally side-eyed you. “You’re a weak little angel, I guess. Not one of those mighty warriors.”
“I’m a sin eater,” leaning closer to the hunter to sniff at him you groan as the sins fill your senses. “I must admit, I never smelled so much sin on anyone but the devil himself. Well, maybe one or two serial killers.”
“So, you run around, eat other people’s sins, and they go to heaven or shit?” he gets a bitchface this time. “Aw, did I hurt your feelings, creature?”
“I only eat the sins of people regretting them, Winchester,” you explain. “I don’t run around and eat sins of people doing shit like killing their wife to have more time for their sidepiece. I go to the people offering their sins for salvation. You must ask me to do so, hunter.”
“Not interested.”
“I know, but I couldn’t resist coming here and just inhaling your sinful scent,” he smirks at that. Dean dips his head to look you up and down, tongue darting out to wet those sinful and plush lips.
“If you want to have a ride, you just had to ask, sweetheart,” you shiver at the way he sizes you up. “Pity I don’t fuck dirty creatures.”
“Hey, I’m not a creature you hairless ape,” you curse. “Crap, now you made me a sinner too. What’s with you Winchesters? Every time one of us tries to help you, we get turned down or killed.”
“Don’t get your angelic panties in a twist. Just leave me and my sins alone, sin- eater bitch,” the hunter is slowly getting on your nerves, so you slide off your barstool, crack your neck before you spread your crimson wings.
The bar begins to shake, and the poor bartender drops to his knees and begins to pray.
“Admit your sins. Regret and you’ll be forgiven,” your voice softens, and your wings turn white. Your powers illuminate the bar and the bartender and the only guest crawl toward you, holding out their hands to admit all of their sins. “Tell me what you did, Fredick Marick.”
“I cheated on my girlfriend but hate myself for it. I got drunk. Her sister, lives at our place, and she hopped onto my lap that night, opening my pants,” the guest cries. “What shall I do?”
“Tell me, do you regret it?” he nods, starting to cry. “Go home, tell your girlfriend the truth. If she can forgive you, kick her sister out of your home and try to make things up to her.”
“Yes…thank you,” you gently touch his cheek, telling the man to open his mouth as you do the same thing.
“I will take away your sins now, but you must do the rest. I can’t save your relationship or fix what you broke,” opening your mouth wide you chant a few words Dean doesn’t understand. It sounds like Enochian to him. “Your sin shall be mine.”
Red smoke leaves the sinner’s mouth to creep down your throat, making you choke.
“It is done now, Frederick. Go, and do not sin again. I cannot take more of your sins,” your voice makes the bar shake. “Everyone only gets one chance. Do not make me regret my decision.”
“I won’t…promised,” the man runs out of the bar, feeling much better now that he’s free of his sin.
“I hope he keeps his promise,” Dean turns around on his barstool to lean his back against the bar counter. “Would be a shame to watch him do this shit all over again.”
“He will go straight to hell if he sins again. No asking for forgiveness will save his soul,” you dip your head to look down at the bartender. “Now, do you want to admit your sins too? Do you want me to take them all away?”
“No—I only want to go. Please,” the man cries. “Please. This must be a bad dream. I wanna go home.”
“Go then,” just like that, you turn back into your human form. “I will not stop you, sinner. I can smell so much sin on you.” Kneeling next to the shaking man you sigh deeply. “You are not ready to admit and regret your sins yet. I see.”
“I’m not…I would never.”
“Problem is, sweetheart,” Dean finally slides off his bar stool, hand reaching out for his first blade, “that bastard doesn’t deserve to get a slice of heaven. You know what he did, right? Even I can smell it. Disgusting little creep.”
“I know exactly what he did, Dean Winchester,” snapping your fingers you reveal another sin-eater. “That’s why my friend is here.”
“Boy, that’s one ugly angel,” making a face Dean looks at the sin-eater stepping out of the shadows to tower over the bartender. He’s dressed in black leather. His face is pale and it looks like someone put pins into his face for fun. “What is that thing?” The sin-eater’s eyes are crimson as he looks at you, waiting for orders.
“He’s a fallen sin-eater,” grasping for Dean’s wrist you stop him from attacking the fallen one. “He was like me once upon a time. One of our best. Over time, he began to take away sins from people not regretting their sins.”
“How did he end up looking like Pinhead from Hellraiser,” you chuckle as, even if only for a moment, Dean looked like the hunter you watched for all your existence.
“I had to punish him. He took it too far only to feast on more sins. He took the sins of a terrible people. Most of them were rotten to the core so,” you watch the sin-eater wrap his hand around the bartender’s throat, crushing it, “I created something even darker to punish the monsters among the people.”
Dean turns to leave you and your sin-eater behind. “I’m out of this shit show. I hope you will clean up this mess. I liked the bar,” the hunter storms out of the bar, inhales the cold air greedily to not smell the blood and death any longer. “What do you want?”
“You know, I came here for the bartender tonight, to punish him for his awful sins,” walking next to Dean you touch his arm. “If you want me to, I can stick around and help you cope with your sins. Just give me a chance.”
He twirls around to grab your throat, immediately slamming you onto the hood of his car. You claw at his hand, eyes flashing blue as he presses the tip of his first blade into your chest.
“Don’t be foolish. Dean. It’s not too late to save you. Let me help you…please.”
“No one can save me, angel,” he releases you, stepping away from the car. “It’s too late.”
“Why don’t we have a snack at the diner a few blocks away? We could have a slice of pie,” jumping off the hood you smirk. You crack your head, giggling as Dean watches you warily. “Name’s Y/N, and I will stick around to eat all of your sins, hunter.”
“You’re like the plague,” he groans. “What do you want to eat?”
“Pie,” laughing the hunter shakes his head. “What? I need food too. I’m stuck in a human body for as long as I remember. God wanted to punish the best of us for taking the angels' sins. Bastard sent us down to Earth to do the same for humankind. You owe me food.”
“I owe you shit,” he presses the blade against your throat, eyes darkening.
Dean is like a ticking bomb. One moment he’s the cocky hunter he used to be, and the next he wants to take your head. “Fine, I’ll pay for your food if you let me suck in one or two of your sins. Small ones. Please.”
“You sound like a junkie,” walking back toward his car Dean huffs.
“In a way, I’m a junkie. I need sins to stay alive. That’s why I need to find people truly regretting their sins and to help them.”
“You didn’t help the bartender,” he gets into the car, already starting the engine as you zap into his car to sit in the passenger seat.
“We have rules, Dean. I do not take sins from people like Paul in there. He drugged girls to abuse them. He would’ve done it for the rest of his pitiful life.”
“Calling the cops wasn’t an option?” chuckling you watch Dean drive toward the diner. “Just saying.”
“Dean, I tried. For months I observed the bartender and made sure he doesn’t get the chance to hurt another person. I called the cops and told them about his crimes. They didn’t believe me so…”
“Entrance, Pinhead?” the hunter asks, glancing at you while driving.
“Correct. Now, admit one sin your regret, Dean. I want to take it away from you,” he stops the car in front of the diner, slamming his hands onto the steering wheel. “It’s easy to let go.”
“I regret dragging Sammy back into this shitshow. If only I stayed away from him back then…”
“Yellow Eyes would’ve killed Jess, either way, Dean,” you cup his cheek, using your powers to make him look at you. “But I can take that sin away from you.”
“Do it—” he whispers. “Just that one.”
“’k,” you press your lips to Dean’s, eyes flashing blue as you suck the sin he admitted out of him. “All done, hunter.”
“You didn’t kiss the other guy,” he complains, licking his lips. “Why me?”
“Maybe I like you more. Stop talking so much, Winchester. You owe me some food…” Dean sighs, but somehow he feels a little better. He watches you get out of his car, calling his name as he wonders if you are capable of saving his soul.
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