Summary: Navigating a demon hostage situation proves to be more difficult than you ever could have imagined, especially as you begin to unravel what demon Dean Winchester really wants
Pairing: Eventual Demon!Dean x Hunter!Reader
Word Count: No idea, computer is broken - sorry! (~3,000??)
Warnings: A little smut, light dub-con, mild violence, blood, angst, language, demon!dean (yes, I think he deserves his own warning)
A/N: My first fic in awhile, and while I’m nervous, I’m fairly happy with this one. Demon Dean is always fun to play with ;)
Summary: Falling in love with your best friend is one thing, but also falling for his boyfriend is whole different thing. It’s wrong, it’s selfish, she should want this…should she?
Summary: It’s game night at the tower and the Avengers drop like flies at the mercy of the youngest Stark. A night full of fun just leads to a confection.
Summary: Dean was reckless and never thinks things through running in guns blazing, but when that puts the reader in danger will he do what it takes to save her? He is a Winchester after all.
Summary: Demon!Dean had just enough to get out from the demon trap. Leaving him and his little sister alone trapped. She’s always been a fan of scary movies time for her try and live one.
Tagged:@spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me
Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.
-“Thoughts”-(they are red for those who can see)“Quotes”‘Reading’
“I’ll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood.” Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. “Yeah I got it get some food to!” Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn’t know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.
Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women’s skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn’t cut on yet which was weird. “God damnit.” She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don’t turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he’s become won’t let her get help. She changed course to Sam’s panic room to hide.
“Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don’t you miss me?” A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she’s going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don’t have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.“– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!” Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled “Here’s Johnny!!!” It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. “What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school.”
The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me…my conscience. I could speak,but she could she’s in my head after all. –"You can’t run. There’s nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went.“– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can’t go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren’t in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn’t know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam’s room and immediately call him.
"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–” Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There’s not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for.“– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy’s door he did to yours it’s not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she’s trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.
Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There’s only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn’t hear that heavy ass door close?” He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn’t in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he’s distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. “Found you.” He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -“Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.
The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?” Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can’t call Sam and prying to Cas hasn’t worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn’t the best option. “Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I’m what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?” Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow’s hunt so you wouldn’t have to…you’re welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam’ I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low…all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.
Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. “Welcome to my nightmare!~” He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. “Carful dear wouldn’t want to lose you head.” Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. “You little bitch!!!” He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn’t normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.
I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. “What’s so funny?” I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. “You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?” Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it “Let’s play.” Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes…a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.’- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.
Demon!Dean POV
I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. “What a excellent day for an exorcism.” Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. “Would you like that?” I said aloud with a grin. “Intensely.” Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. “There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile.” It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. “The crooked man stepped forth and… rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul… spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family… and laughed a crooked laugh.” My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn’t register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she’s running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. “Thanks for catching it for me.” I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. “Oh,no tears,please. It’s a waste of good suffering.” I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam’s name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. “Looks like you couldn’t make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long.” Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. “See you soon.” Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.
The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. “Y/n?! Y/n!?” He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. “Oh God! Y/n come on!” The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. “You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn’t enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show.” I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. “You didn’t make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf…like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could.” Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. “Sure you won’t give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out.” Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.
Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. “Demons always so sure that what’s dead is dead and can’t be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. ” so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. “Let’s get this over with.” She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. “You should be dead.” I hissed as she pushed the needle in. “Sorry. I’m into survival.”
A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.
Title: “Prime Time,Bitch!” Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors
“Here’s Johnny!” -The shinning
“Would you like to play a game?” - Saw
“…be afraid. Be very afraid”- The fly
“Welcome to my nightmare.”- Nightmare on Elm Street
“..lose your head.” Alice in Wonderland
“Wanna play?”- Child’s Play
“What a excellent day for an exorcism…Would you like that?….Intensely.” - The Exorcist
“There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile.” It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. “The crooked man stepped forth and… rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul… spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family… and laughed a crooked laugh.” - The Conjuring 2
“Oh,no tears,please. It’s a waste of good suffering.” - Hellraiser
“See you soon.” - Coraline
“She called your name before she went,but I guess…” -Hadestown
“…what’s dead is dead and can not me undead.” -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)
Here it is! The finished project of Jensen AcklesasSupernatural’s#DeanWinchester! I worked super hard on this, and a progression gif is coming up next. Still super heartbroken over the show ending. I’m gonna miss these guys so much.
Anyway, commissions are open, and it’s the perfect time to get something for/of a loved one! That said, if you like what you see, I encourage you to reblog this post, but please don’t repost it without my permission.
Crowley didn’t know why they were lying there, legs entangled and breathing steady. Neither of them needed to sleep, afterall.
But Jackie, or maybe that one was Jacey, had long since passed out, spread across them both. If he turned to face Dean, he’d get a mouth full of bottled strawberry blonde hair. Which was why Crowley didn’t make eye contact, or so he told himself.
The last month had been a whirlwind, the activities of which Crowley hadn’t allowed himself to partake in in decades. He wasn’t a young demon, but he wasn’t elderly by any stretch of the imagination. But Dean— Dean was a fledgling with an enthusiasm that was intoxicating.
It was also dangerous.
Which only made Crowley crave the former hunter’s company more.
Crowley didn’t flinch when the knuckles brushed against his jaw, petting the stubble in a soothing, though mindless rhythm. Nor did he protest as the other calloused hand slipped over his hip and began teasing his heavy cock. The movement was fumbling, encumbered by the weight of the sleeping girl, and yet right and rough in all the ways that mattered.
Then Dean sank lower and cupped his balls, holding his entire package tight. He tugged until the woman above them groaned, flipping her hair onto Dean’s face.
Crowley exhaled and then Dean’s hand was gone, leaving him both hot and bothered. Crowley turned to nuzzle the hand that had been caressing his face moments before, slowly beginning to tongue the fat pad of Dean’s thumb. Until Dean made him nearly swallow it.
Two can play at that game, Crowley thought, as he caught Dean’s darkening glare through the woman’s tresses. Crowley tugged Dean’s thigh up, balancing his nearest leg over Crowley’s own, angling him just so.
Thumb still firmly in his mouth, Crowley inched his hand around the back of Dean’s leg, tickling the curve between ass and thigh. All the while nudging the girl’s leg this way and that with the motion of his elbow. Good thing they had already worn her out.
Dean gasped when the cold lube was magicked against his tight hole. Crowley smirked around his thumb and began to spread him open. As Crowley made Dean squirm, Dean’s grip on Crowley’s face shifted from an anchored caress to a deathgrip hold on his jaw. Dean dragged his spit covered thumb from Crowley’s smart mouth.
“Do it,” Dean hissed, challenging Crowley to take him. And just as the King of Hell’s third finger entered Dean’s tight heat, Josey turned her head and puked on the far edge of Crowley’s pillow and down the side of the bed.
There was nothing left to do but groan and they all did it for entirely different reasons.
Crowley righted things quickly, but the moment had passed, both he and Dean knew it. Dean avoided meeting his knowing glare and Crowley hid his uncertainty behind his arrogance as always.
