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Demon Eyes {Sam Winchester}

<Requested>
<Supernatural>

You were most definitely a strange person. There was no denying that but no one could exactly place why you were so... weird.

It's not like you acted or spoke in a creepy disturbing manner, you acted so ordinarily but something about it was off. No one could understand why. As far as they were concerned, you were completely normal so why didn't you feel like it.

Sam had been trying to figure it out since you first moved to town but he never got close enough to you to figure it out. You rarely went out and when you did, you stayed close to the people you went out with or kept to yourself if you went alone.

Another weird thing that had been happening is that there's been an increase of murders but those happened at least two months prior to you moving to town and you also had a solid alibi for all of the murders. But Sam just couldn't bring himself to remove you from the whole situation though.

Sam was at the coffee shop you worked at, spying on you - as always - when you walked up to him.

"Hey, Sam," you smiled.

He was taken aback. How did you know his name? Did you know he was spying on you? What were you going to do to him?

"Um, hi," Sam greeted back.

"I couldn't help but notice that every time I'm working my shift, you're here and you always order the same thing every single time. At first I thought it was weird because nobody like Americano and coffee cake that much but then I thought that maybe it was 'cause you maybe, like me?" you said in a questioning tone.

"Oh," Sam said.

"So do you?" you asked, while blushing.

"Do I what?"

"Like me? Because if you do, that's cool but if you don't, that's cool too."

Sam was going to flat out reject you until he realized that this was the way he could learn more about you without sneaking around.

"Yeah, I do. Wanna go out sometime?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "I'd love to."

That was a year ago. You and Sam went on one date and you two had been together ever since. Eventually, he stopped questioning you and just grew to learn that you were who you were and you weren't gonna change and he was just being paranoid.

He was sleeping in your shared bed one night when he heard strange noises coming from downstairs. You two sat up and looked at each other. There was something off about you but then again, there always is.

"Stay here. I'll go check it out," Sam reassured you. "It's going to be okay."

He kissed the top of your head and grabbed the metal bat you two kept at your bedside.

He went into the lounge where the noise was coming from. There was a familiar figure levitating there with their back to him. All of the furniture in the room was floating around them.

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing at my house?" Sam asked them.

Then slowly, the figure turned around and Sam froze.

It was you but also not at the same time. Your eyes were pitch black and you had blood splatters all over your body. You tilted your head to the side and gave him a sinister smile.

"Hey, babe," 'you' greeted in a creepy voice.

"Who are you? What have you done with my girlfriend?" he asked.

"What do you mean, Sam?" a voice asked from behind him.

He turned around and the saw the you that he knew. The one that was just in bed.

"It's me," you smiled sinisterly.

"It's always been me," the other you told him.