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{ Catch Up With Part 14}

Warings - Language, smart ass remarks, Winchester Anger and feels, that’s about it….UNTIL NOW!!

Word Count -6,462

YES IT’S FINALLY HERE!!! ENJOY! Big shout bout to my writer in crime @ezilyamuzed​ This was all her!!

You stood there in the center of the room, in what felt like forever, impatiently as they looked at you with their mouths agape. No response. No movements.

”Cat got your tongues?” you teased.

”How-how are you…” Sam stumbled out.

”Still alive?” you waited for his timid nod. ”Because I’m awesome of course.”

You watched as they continued to just stare. Confused as to what they were seeing, not believing it to be possible. 

”Crowley tried to do that months ago, ” you rolled your eyes and pointed to the blade laying on the floor with your thumb. ”Didn’t quite stick, but hurts like a bitch. Surprised he didn’t tell you, Dean, since I’m guessing that he is the one who whispered in your ear that I was still a demon.” 

”Crowley?” Sam widened his eyes to his brother. ”You were working with Crowley?” 

”Bigger picture Sam, ” Dean yelled back at him, before turning back to you. ”He didn’t tell me you were still a demon. He just told me that he didn’t have your contract.”

”Yeah, sorry boys. No contract, ” you smirked. ”It’s all me. It’s always been me.”

”You?” Sam glared at you hard, you could see the rage inside of him. He wanted to use his power which was evident by the way he was clenching his fist. He couldn’t though, not in front of Dean. He started towards you with a snarl, almost in a charge. To your surprise, Dean stepped in.

”I’m going to kill you, ” Sam seethed, trying to break through Dean’s grasp. 

”Damn it Sam!”

”I’m going to kill you!” Sam continued to scream as Dean pushed him further into the room. 

You let out a laugh to his threats. That liquid courage flowing thru his veins was getting the best of him.  He kept trying to push back to Dean but was stopped at every attempt. 

”Hey that’s enough!” Dean yelled back. ”Stop Sam. She’s not worth it.”

”She lied to us, Dean! She did all of it!”

”I know, ” Dean grunted. ”But trying to fight a demon that can’t be killed is stupid. Think about it.”

”Dean’s right Sammy, ” you nodded before a devilish smirk planted itself on your lips. ”It’s not a fight you’re going to win.”

Sam attempted one last push past Dean but failed yet again. Dean pushed him all the way out the door, locking it behind him before returning back to you.

”Aw Dean, ” you batted your eyes. ”If you wanted to be alone, you just had to ask.”

”Shut up, ” he growled. ”I’m asking the questions.”

”Well how do you expect me to answer if I am to shut up?” you teased.

”How are you alive? Crowley? Your demon deal?” his voice shook the ground as he spoke, echoing off the cement walls. 

”Crowley?” you let out a belly laugh. ”That idiot was just as surprised as you were.” 

”How?” he boomed again, the fire in his eyes raging.

”Nope, ” you popped off your lips. ”Not telling. Not until you tell me what’s happening to you.”

”Nothing is happening to me, ” he sneered. 

”Bullshit, ” you retorted. ”That spot on the desk in the library tells another story. One that was realllllyyyyy fun I might add. I must say, no one quite hits the spot like you.”

He glared at you hard, pulling at his arm that held the mark at the same time.

”I was right, wasn’t I?” your eyes gazed at it. ”You are a loose cannon.”

”I’m fine, ” he barked. ”Now talk.”

”Fine, ” you rolled your eyes with a huff, no point in lying to him now. Well, almost. He only needed the bare minimum. ”Magic.”

”Magic?” he huffed in disbelief. ”You don’t know any magic.”

”Maybe I don’t, but I’ve made some friends along the way. One’s with common interests.” 

”What to kill me? Kill Sam?”

”Are you dead?” you snarked back. ”No Dean. That is not my goal. I just liked watching you suffer, that all. Now I’m bored with it.”

”You’re bored with it? That’s rich, ” he retorted. ”So what? Crowley then?”

”Not quite, but getting warmer, ” you replied. ”Think bigger. Think about power. Think… Daddy.”

”Daddy?” he scrunched his face. ”What God?”

”Jesus, you’re an idiot, ” you shook your head. ”How about Cain? Knight of hell? The reason why you are in such great shape right now. The reason why my life has turned to complete chaos. Daddy of all evil.”

”You’re going after Cain?” he laughed. ”You’re insane.”

”Not me dear, Dean. You.”

”Me? Why would I do that?”

”You want that mark gone right? There’s only one person in the world who knows how it is even possible. Unfortunately, he doesn’t play very nice.”

Dean glared at you with furrowed eyes. The clogs we’re moving in that cute little brain of his. It took him a minute, but he eventually realized what you were talking about. 

”He’s the reason you showed up as you did, ” his eyes gazed off to the distance. ”He tried to kill you. It wasn’t demons. It was demon. Him.”

”He didn’t know about my cat-like reflexes, ” you smirked. ”And the whole 9 lives thing.”

”But why? Why would you go up against him?” he turned to you; the look of dread in his face. 

”Because of you Dean, ” you replied. ”I wasn’t lying when I said that I never want to see the other you come back to play. What happened to me, will never happen to anyone else again.”

”So why lie? Why pretend to be human?”

”Well, obviously you weren’t going to trust me as a demon. You did just stab me, ” you chuckled as he rolled his eyes with a bouncing nod. ”I thought if I played nice, then maybe you would. But I was wrong.”

”And Sam? Where does he fit in?”

”He doesn’t really, ” you shrugged. ”He wanted to save me and was hell-bent on doing so. I figured I would give him what he wanted. You can’t get a word in when a Winchester makes up their mind to do something anyways. Now he knows the truth. He will be mad for a bit, but he will get over it.”

”You have a funny way of showing you care, ” he shook his head. 

”Yeah, so now that that is over, ” you clicked your tongue. ”I guess I’ll be going then. Right after you uncuff and let me out?”

”Not a fucking chance princess, ” his eyes darted at you again. ”You, you are staying put. I might not be able to kill you now, but I will find a way. You just wait and see.”

”Looking forward to it, ” you smirked. 

______

Her eyes. Her Y/E/C eyes had turned to nothing as Sam stared down at her. He felt nothing but a gut-wrenching feeling. He had failed her once again. He hadn’t been strong enough to fight his brother. The sad thing, he felt a moment of relief and dread all at the same time as he watched the blood trickle down from her chest. 

”Dean, what did you do?”

When Dean said he had to, a part of Sam understood. She had lied about what she was, pretending to care. Lied to them. Lied to him. 

As he watched her body move before she spoke his breath caught in his chest. No? How could this be? As she stood up he felt like a wave had knocked him down. He thought he knew everything about her. He knew nothing. 

Rage instantly hit him. He could feel a coursing power push him. He wanted to make her pay for lying to him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Was this all a game to her? Medliling with his mind? Making him drink? She had to die.

Dean, how could he stand there and stop him? Just moments ago he wanted her dead, driving a blade through her heart. Why was he protecting her? 

Sam played the situation in his mind back and forth as he stood in the entry of her room. What else was the bitxh hiding? He tore apart everything he could, tossing it wherever without care. As he knocked over a bookshelf, he saw Dean enter with a grim face.

”We have a problem here.”

”No shit!” Sam seethed between his teeth, as he kicked over a stack of books in his path. Sam rapidly moved towards Dean and shoved him, hard against the door frame.

”Why did you stop me? Why wouldn’t you let me kill her?”

”With what?” Dean barked back. ”She didn’t die! Sam, she’s a demon! You would have gotten close to her and who knows what she would have done! I could have lost you forever!” 

”You don’t have to protect me, ” Sam yelled back as he pushed himself away.

”Yes I do, ” Dean snapped back as he stood straight. ”She was here for three weeks and you were acting like we were a big old family. We had you fooled.”

”She didn’t have me fooled, ” Sam growled. 

”Yeah, whatever, ” Dean rubbed the back of his neck before exhaling deeply. ”Listen, don’t go in there. I’ve told you before, that’s not Y/N anymore. Never was.”

Sam shook his head as he tilted his gaze to the ceiling, laughing at the same time. 

”What am I supposed to do Dean?” he continued. ”Pretend that there isn’t a demon down the hall who has ruined our lives?”

”You’ve done it before, ” Dean replied with a straight face

”With Crowley, ” Sam retorted with venom. ”He could be killed. I could stop him.”

”Yeah, well everyone has a weakness, Sammy. we just have to find hers.”

Sam glared hard at his brother’s words. Weakness? He was staring right at hers. 

______

The nothingness Dean felt the moment she dropped to the ground with the blade had released him from his prison, but only for a moment. As soon as he turned to his brother the wave of guilt overtook him. He had failed her. He couldn’t save her.

As he heard her words he felt a moment of relief until he quickly realized what that meant. She couldn’t be stopped. She was still a demon. There was no saving her now. 

As Sam charged at her, Dean had to step in. He didn’t know how she was still alive, but he doubted that after what he had done, that she’d show kindness. He had to stop Sam from getting hurt. He had to get him away from her.

The mark was quiet, but he still felt rage as he locked the door. He was angry that he hadn’t seen it sooner. That she had gotten away with only God knows what while he didn’t keep watch. 

”Aw Dean, ” she batted her eyes. ”If you wanted to be alone, you just had to ask.”

”Shut up, ” he growled. ”I’m asking the questions.”

”Well how do you expect me to answer if I am to shut up?” she teased.

”How are you alive? Crowley? Your demon deal?” his voice shook the ground as he spoke, echoing off the cement walls. 

”Crowley?” she let out a belly laugh. She was taunting him. ”That idiot was just as surprised as you were.” 

”How?” he boomed again, the fire in his eyes raging.

”Nope, ” she popped off her lips. ”Not telling. Not until you tell me what’s happening to you.”

”Nothing is happening to me, ” he sneered. 

”Bullshit, ” she retorted. ”That spot on the desk in the library tells another story. One that was realllllyyyyy fun I might add. I must say, no one quite hits the spot like you.”

He glared at her hard, pulling at his arm that held the mark at the same time. He felt the sickness in his stomach rise again. Her cries as she tried to fight back, was it all a game to her? 

”I was right, wasn’t I?” her eyes gazed at it. ”You are a loose cannon.”

”I’m fine, ” he barked. ”Now talk.”

”Fine, ” she rolled her eyes with a huff like an annoyed teenager. ”Magic.”

”Magic?” he huffed back in disbelief. Bitch could barely make a protection spell. ”You don’t know any magic.”

”Maybe I don’t, but I’ve made some friends along the way. One’s with common interests.” 

His ears perked up. Friends? What friends? Probably more people that he’d have to kill before they came after her. But if they were powerful enough to protect her, it was going to be a challenge. 

”What to kill me? Kill Sam?”

”Are you dead?” she snarked back.”No Dean. That is not my goal. I just liked watching you suffer, that all. Now I’m bored with it.”

”You’re bored with it? That’s rich, ” he retorted. What was her game? Why didn’t she kill them? ”So what? Crowley then?”

”Not quite, but getting warmer, ” she replied. ”Think bigger. Think power. Think… Daddy.”

”Daddy?” he scrunched his face. ”What God?”

”Jesus, you’re an idiot, ” you shook your head. ”How about Cain? Knight of hell? The reason why you are in such great shape right now. The reason why my life has turned to complete chaos. Daddy of all evil.”

”You’re going after Cain?” he laughed. ”You’re insane.”

”Not me dear, Dean. You.”

”Me? Why would I do that?”

”You want that mark gone right? There’s only one person in the world who knows how it is even possible. Unfortunately, he doesn’t play very nice.”

Dean glared at her with furrowed eyes. Was the mark gone? There was no way that was what she was after. Not without something in it for her. Nothing could take it away. That’s what Cain said the night he gave it to him. It quickly dawned on him how she had arrived to them broken and bleeding. Cain. She wanted Cain.

”He’s the reason you showed up as you did, ” his eyes gazed off to the distance. ”He tried to kill you. It wasn’t demons. It was the demon. Him.”

”He didn’t know about my cat-like reflexes, ” she smirked. ”And the whole 9 lives thing.”

”But why? Why would you go up against him?” he turned to you; the look of dread in his face. 

”Because of you Dean, ” she replied. ”I wasn’t lying when I said that I never want to see the other you come back to play. What happened to me, will never happen to anyone else again.”

He felt a pit in his stomach as she spoke. He had hurt her beyond what any living person should ever go through. It was because of this that he was now standing here, not only fighting with the demon inside of him but the one he created. 

”So why lie? Why pretend to be human?”

”Well, obviously you weren’t going to trust me as a demon. You did just stab me, ” she chuckled as he rolled his eyes with a bouncing nod. ”I thought if I played nice, then maybe you would. But I was wrong.”

”And Sam? Where does he fit in?”

”He doesn’t really, ” she shrugged. ”He wanted to save me and was hell-bent on doing so. I figured I would give him what he wanted. You can’t get a word in when a Winchester makes up their mind to do something anyways. Now he knows the truth. He will be mad for a bit, but he will get over it.”

He couldn’t deny that she was right. He had been fighting Sam for months over him saving her. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to believe that there was no turning back from the darkness. The same way Sam still wanted to save him. 

”You have a funny way of showing you care, ” he shook his head. 

”Yeah, so now that that is over, ” she clicked her tongue. ”I guess I’ll be going then. Right after you uncuff and let me out?”

”Not a fucking chance princess, ” his eyes darted at you again. ”You, you are staying put. I might not be able to kill you now, but I will find a way. You just wait and see.”

”Looking forward to it, ” she smirked. 

Dean left with a growl as he slammed the door shut behind him. He half expected Sam to be on the other side waiting for a fight. Instead, he heard shattering wood down the hall towards where her room had been. 

He pulled his phone out to call the one person that could possibly help. He waited patiently as it rang and rang. No answer.”

“Cas, we’re in trouble man. I don’t know what to do. Call me back.”

_____

You lost all track of time as you sat within the dungeon. It could have been just hours, it could have been days since either one of them entered. You contemplated snapping yourself out, but the grim reality of who waited for you on the outside stuck with you. Shit. You were in trouble. 

You lifted up your head as you heard the door open. You prepared yourself for another argument, knowing that neither one was going to trust you now. 

“Sam?” You said as you saw his face through the bookshelves little opening. His eyes were dark and piercing right at you. 

“You need to explain yourself and why I shouldn’t drain you right now,” he seethed. 

“Sam, I’m sorry,” you begged. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like that.” 

“You lied to me!” He growled. “I trusted you and you lied.”

“You’re right,” you admitted. “I did. I wanted to give you what you needed.”

“What I needed?”

“A win Sam. I wanted to give you a win, ” you pleaded to him with your eyes. ”I hate seeing how much you beat yourself up over all the shit you can’t change. My death. Crowley. Dean. Sam, you’ve gone through so much.”

”And you thought lying to me would give me a win?” he shook his head with a look of disgust. 

”It felt good for a moment, didn’t it? To be normal again?”

”Because of you, I’m not normal anymore!” he charged at you, jaw clenched. ”You did this to me. You made me drink your blood. For what? For you to fuck with me?” 

”I never once made you drink Sam, ” you barked back. ”That was all your choice. I always gave you the choice.”

”And how do I know you’re not lying about that?” he sneered. ”How do I know that you haven’t been sneaking into my head. Making me do it.”

”The same reason why although you are screaming at me, all you’re thinking about is the smell of my blood on my shirt and on the ground.” 

You watched as his chest heaved and his eyes darted away at you. He was angry but could be easily convinced as long as you played your cards just right.

”I didn’t know if the cure was going to work or not Sam, ” you admitted. ”I’m sorry it didn’t. Really, I am. But the hopeful look in your eyes, I couldn’t take that away. I had to lie. Dean would have tried to kill me right there! And then what? We’d be right back here again.” 

”You’ve hurt people Y/N, ” Sam replied. ”You’ve hurt all of us.”

”I’ve never once done anything that would hurt you on purpose Sam, ” you replied. ”Yes, I hurt Dean, but can you blame me? Any chance he has gotten he has tried to kill me. I just want this to be over.”

”So leave then, ” Sam snapped. ”I’ll uncuff you and you can go.”

”And do what? Hmm? Hideaway in some corner while the real monster is running around?”

You watched as Sam scrunched his face. Dean hadn’t told him why you came to them. He probably didn’t believe you, although it had been mostly the truth. 

”Cain, ” you breathed out. ”He’s the key to figuring out how to stop Dean. I didn’t want to tell you before. You’re not ready Sam. But the only person who can figure out how to save Dean is Cain.”

Sam’s mouth opened. He was about to say something when you interjected. 

”I found him, well he found me. He doesn’t want me messing around with his creation. He wants Dean to wear the mark.”

”Why?” Sam breathed out.

”I don’t know, ” you shook your head. ”He didn’t exactly explain before he started kicking the crap out of me. I barely got away and I snapped myself to the one place I felt safe. Here, with you.” 

”So everything was a lie about Crowley?”

”Yes, ” you admitted. ”He wants me dead too, but he’s nothing compared to the mark. If Dean even turns into half of what Cain is, everything you and I love will be gone. Dean will be gone.”

”Why? Why me?” Sam looked to you with tear-filled eyes. 

”Because, like me, you’ve been the victim. The one who is always the first to sacrifice themselves because nothing in can ever compare to the nightmare you’ve lived.”

”I’m not a victim, ” Sam sneered. 

”No you’re not Sam, ” you shook your head. ”You’re a survivor who has been at the end of the hands of evil. You wake up and still feel the shiver of hatred that you couldn’t stop it. Stop them, until it was too late.”

Sam stood there quietly. You watched as he stared off into the distance, lost in a memory.

”My blood can give you power, yes, ” you spoke up. ”But that is your choice. I’m not going anywhere. I want it to end. I need it to end. Cain is the key, but I can’t fight him alone. I need your help. I need you and Dean to both believe that. Once the Mark is gone and Cain is dead, I will disappear forever. You won’t ever have to see me again.”

_____

Sam walked out of the dungeon. He went in there for answers but never expected her to give them. He expected a fight. But how could he trust her? Everything she was saying sounded real, could it be?

”Sam, ” Sam turned his head to Dean. ”What were you doing in there?” 

Sam swallowed hard. He didn’t want Dean to know he went and talked to Y/N, but it was no use in hiding it now. He had caught him going against his command. 

”I had to talk to her Dean, ” Sam tried to stand taller. 

”Why?” Dean crossed his arms and scrunched his brow.

”I had to know why she did what she did.”

”And?”

”And she is scared, ” Sam snapped. ”She’s scared, Dean.”

”Of?”

”Of Cain, ” Sam sighed, not even believing that he was saying it. ”And what you’ll become.”

”The bitch demon in there is scared?” Dean pointed to the door with a quick laugh. ”She’s scared that I will find a way to kill her.”

”Dean, ” Sam sighed out deep. ”I don’t want to believe her, but it sounds real. What if Cain is the link to finding out how to get rid of the mark?”

Dean let out a deep breath as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

”Yeah, I know. I don’t want to believe her either. But Cas said that he nor Hannah have ever heard of another demon but Cain not being able to die. Someone powerful is working with her. Someone we probably don’t want to piss off.”

”So what do we do about her?” Sam glanced back to the door. 

”I don’t know, ” Dean shook his head. ”Cas is too busy with angels to be able to come. He said he would soon, but who knows when that will be. I guess we just wait. Leave her in there while we try to figure out how or what she is.”

”And Cain?” Sam looked at his brother. ”What do we do about him?”

”He’s retired, ” Dean shook his head. ”If he really did attack Y/N, it was because she pissed him off. He told me before that there was no cure, why would he lie? Why would he spend almost all of eternity like this if he could stop it?”

”Maybe he needed someone new to take his place, ” Sam wondered out loud. 

”If that’s the case, where is he? Why hasn’t he been here to collect?” Dean replied firmly. ”No, there’s something else to her story. We just need to figure out what.”

____

”Hello boys.”

Dean rolled his eyes to the taunting sound of Crowley’s voice as he stood next to Sam outside of the bunker.

”Long time no see, ” he grinned.

”Cut the crap, Crowley. We need answers. Real ones, ” Sam demanded.

”42,” he smirked. ”That’s what they say is the answer to everything. But I suppose you want to discuss something a bit… Prettier?”

”You failed to mention some key things with your warnings, ” Dean began. ”Like how you tried to kill her and it didn’t work?”

”Technicality.”

”We need to know exactly what happened while she was with you. What you know and who she is working with.”

”I can only tell you what I know. That last part, I don’t have the foggiest clue.”

”Bullshit, ” Dean seethed. ”You know who.”

”I wish I did, ” he glared over at Dean. ”I’d make more of her.” 

Dean glared back at Crowley hard. Sometimes it was hard to remember that he was in it for himself, this was not one of those times. They’d have to tread lightly with the information they gathered so he didn’t make more unstoppable demons. 

”As for what happened when she was with me, ” Crowley shifted his eyes to Sam. ”She spent some time in the pits working for me. I allowed her to play. Get out some of that rage she was holding in. Eventually, I sent her on a little task to retrieve something and the little minx went rouge. Killed a man in front of his family. When she returned, I tried to end her then for her disobedience, but you already know how that turned out.”

”That’s it? She killed a guy and then couldn’t be killed?” Sam scrunched his brow in disbelief. 

”Something happened to our dear little Y/N on the way back to hell, ” Crowley continued. ”Or someone. I couldn’t figure out who.”

”What else do you know?”

”My demons found her shortly after. To my surprise, the two of you were nearby. They waited until she had been alone, we’ll almost. That’s when Dean’s doppelganger made an appearance. She killed them with a flick of her wrist, leaving one to tell the story.”

”And then you used the guy for information, ” Dean confirmed. ”You played him.”

”That’s what you get, working with a demon, ” Crowley responded nonchalantly with a smug look.

”You sent him to his death, ” Sam furrowed his brows. 

”She killed him. I did not, ” Crowley stated. ”He made his bed, and chose to sleep with her in it.”

”What else, ” Dean growled. ”What else do you know?”

”I know that demons had approached her. Pesky Abbadon followers wanting a new queen of hell. The traitors. Thing is, apparently she does not want the job.”

”What do you mean?”

”All of those demons you killed, the ones she sent to attack you? They were there under her orders. False hopes that any of them would make it out alive thanks to the two of you. Appreciate that by the way. A few less maggots to crush.”

”Why would she do that? That would only benefit you, ” Dean raised his brow to Sam, hoping that he didn’t know that that night helped to sedate the mark, at least for a little. 

”According to her, it was for me, ” Dean scrunched his eyes as Crowley continued. ”She wanted to give me a peace offering, to show me that she had no intention of overthrowing me.”

”And you don’t trust that?”

”Does a moose trust a squirrel to be his barber?” Crowley smirked. ”Of course not. I’ve had my eye on her. She has made it difficult though. I can’t track her. I do have a sneaking suspicion she is behind that door right now though.”

Sam glanced back to where Crowley was pointing. The bunker door. Dean stood firm, not looking back with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

”What did she want in return?” Dean spoke up. ”For her offering?”

”To be left alone, ” Crowley shrugged. ”To be free of all the wondrous adventures that follow the Winchesters and myself. She wanted out.”

”So why isn’t she?” Sam spoke up. ”Why don’t you just leave her alone?”

”It’s not me that keeps bringing her in, although I do want her on my table to slowly dissect her to learn what makes her so special” Crowley continued. ” It’s you.”

Dean continued to stand firm as Crowley’s gaze moved to him. He didn’t blink. Dean felt Sam’s eyes shift to him. It was him. It was all because of him. 

”That little mark on your arm caused a bigger Mark on her. She can’t seem to let it go. She won’t. She knows that one day the monster inside will be back and she seems to be preparing for war when he does. A war all of us should prepare for. The thing is, what side will she take?”

______

You laid down on the concrete, playing a little game of counting the blood players on the ceiling that they had missed in all the years they’ve lived in the bunker. 64 was the answer. You were beyond bored. For a while, you even watched as a spider made its web and sat patiently until it found its first prey, a little fly that may have been shooed over with an assist from yourself. 

The door creaked open, but you didn’t move. It was another brother coming for answers that you were not going to give. 

”Can I at least have a TV in here, ”  you whined.

”You can tell us who made you, ” Dean spoke up.

You lifted up yourself in a sitting position to watch as Sam and he entered. Dean was carrying an assortment of demon torture devices. Well, this was going to be fun.

”I see that the bondage kink didn’t end after you changed Dean, ” you smirked. 

”Stand up, ” he growled.

”No thanks, ” you sassed. 

”Y/N, ” Sam spoke softer. ”Please.”

You glanced at Sam. He had more of a softness to him, more compassion again. Did what you say work? What game was he playing? 

”Fine, ” you replied sharply. 

You stood up, the cuffs still dangling from your wrists in front of you. 

”Don’t move, ” Sam stated as he walked towards you. You watched as he brought a chair over. He encouraged you to sit in it. You hesitated but complied. 

”Now that you’re more comfortable, ” Dean stated as he pulled out the demon blade. ”Who are you working for?”

”I already told you. Myself.”

”Who are you working with?”

”Again, ” you rolled your eyes with annoyance. ”Myself.” 

”Wrong answer, ” Dean replied as he approached you, running the blade across her cheek. You didn’t allow yourself to flinch though. It felt like hot coals, but you would not allow your eyes to leave his. 

”That’s the best you got?”

”Sam, ” Dean turned to him. Sam was holding on to the last of holy water, his chest moving in and out deeply as he opened it. He tossed the contents at you. You didn’t move. You shook the excess water from your head and spit the drops that hit your mouth.

”Weak.”

The slices into your skin, the water tossed repeatedly at you and stabs to major organs continued for a long time. Mostly at Dean’s hand, the hand that grew steadier with each thrust. The mark must have been pleased. You didn’t move though. You kept taunting them and they kept continuing. It wasn't  until Dean lifted the shotgun with iron and salt did you finally flinch, but only because it had knocked you back in the seat.

”Ok, that hurt, ” you whined. 

”Are you going to talk?”

”About what?” you hissed. ”Who I am working with?” 

”Exactly, ” Dean sneered. 

”Just tell us Y/N, and this can stop, ” Sam pleaded.

”I’m not working with anyone, ” you groaned. ”Not anymore. The witch is dead.”

”How?” Dean growled.

You glanced up to him through your lashes without expression. You didn’t want any indication on your face to tell him you were lying. She probably was, but there was nothing for certain. If they were so invested in who had changed you, there was probably a reason behind it. Fear. Fear that Crowley could make more of you. Fat chance at that. The key ingredient was standing there right in front of you with your blood splattered on his shirt. Better to appease their worries then to explain why they wouldn’t have to worry about Crowley gaining powerful demons if he did get the spell.

”Because of me.”

”You?” Sam breathed out in shock. ”Why?” 

”One, because she was fucking crazy, ” you explained. ”Two, she failed to mention that she wanted to take down Crowley to free Lucifer. Three, well, I just felt like it.”

”Lucifer?” Sam gasped. You could see the fear in his eyes at just the name. 

”Yeah, I think we have enough pure evil running around now, ” you sparked. Not a complete lie. You didn’t want that to happen, ever. ”I don’t care to add him to the mix.” 

”How did she do it? Spell you. Do you know?” Sam asked fiercely.

”I wasn’t paying attention, Sam, ” you shook your head although you remembered it word by word. ” I heard I couldn’t die and signed up. Didn’t know that it was such a secret.” 

”So the spell died with her?” Sam asked, glancing towards Dean.

”If you are asking if Crowley will ever figure it out, the answer is no, ” you responded. ”I even checked out your little library. Nothing there. No mention of whatever spell she used.” 

”That’s why you came here?” 

”Partly, ” you admitted. ”Also because of you know who trying to kill me.”

”But according to you, you can’t die, ” Dean glared. Shit. He’s putting it together. 

”I can’t, ” you sassed. ”But he came really fucking close. The dude is ancient. I wasn’t taking a chance.”

”You’re scared of him, ” Sam spoke up.

”If you say you’re not, you’re a damn fool.”

”Guess we know who to talk to then, ” Dean said to Sam. 

”Have fun with finding him, ” you quipped. ”He’s not hanging around the farm anymore. He’s out of retirement.” 

”How do you-”

”Please, I can hear everything you two have been whispering through those doors. How is Crowley by the way? Did he stop by? I didn’t smell cheap cologne, so you must have met him elsewhere.”

”What else can you do?” Sam widened his eyes, luckily changing the subject from finding Cain. That’d be a disastrous plan, for you especially. 

”Everything Crowley can do, I can do better, ” you smirked. 

”Like mess with people’s dreams?” Dean questioned, pulling at his arms.

”If you’re talking about the sweaty, sheet soaked nightmares you’ve been having, those aren’t me. You already know where that’s from, ” your eyes dropped to his arm. ”The ones that keep you up at night.” 

”You can get into our minds?” Sam asked.

”If I wanted to, for the weak-minded ones I can persuade them. That just happens to not be either of you. Plus, your minds are dangerous places. I don’t even want to know what goes on in there, ” you confessed. 

”Tell us, why should we believe anything you say?”

”Do you need to further confirm my story with Crowley?” you raised your brow. ”You put so much trust in the king of hell. The demon who has stabbed you in the back, repeatedly. I know what I am, but remember who I was too. I was a hunter. I am still a hunter. I want him and all the other evil sons of a bitches in the world to pay. Yeah, so maybe I killed a few people. So what? I haven’t killed anyone innocent. That’s for damn sure.”

”The father you killed when you were running errands for Crowley?” 

”You mean the child abuser?” you snarked. ”Some dickbag that was about to drug and rape some girl. Another guy who was stalking a girl running? About to attack her? And Sean. Sean who was about to kill you for Crowley. Am I forgetting someone?”

”The guy at the museum, ” Dean glared.

”That was not my fault. He freaked out when he caught a glimpse of my eyes turning black and fell out of a window. I was still new to this. I didn’t have as much control, ” you quipped. ”There’s the shortlist of people I’ve hurt. Besides a lot of demons and other things, can either of you say that your list is shorter?”

You watched as Sam and Dean both shared the same look. A lump caught in their throat that was hard for them to swallow. The truth. You weren’t that bad. They’ve both done far worse. They needed to realize it. They needed to hate themselves more than you if you were ever going to use them against Cain. You needed them to. 

”Didn’t think so, ” you clicked your tongue. ”Neither of you will fully trust me, but think of this. How many times have I had the opportunity to kill you? Hmm. At least a thousand the last three weeks alone. I don’t want to. I just want to use whatever gifts the witch’s spell has given me to make sure that no one else gets hurt. Maybe help really cure Dean, and then who knows? Travel around. Hunt for a while. The loch ness monster would be fun to gank. I have been given a chance of endless possibilities. My second chance. So tell me, what makes me worse than either of you?” 

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Myers Briggs Personality Types: ENTJ