Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Never Doing That Again (d.w)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, near-death experience, fluff at the end

Summary: Sam and Dean try and save you from the demon within you.

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Imagine being completely free and having not even a single ounce of freedom. You could go anywhere you wanted, but you were trapped. Your speech was limitless, but no one could hear you. It was you and the demon, and the demon is doing a good job of pretending in front of Sam and Dean. How they haven't figured it out yet shocked you, but you would not stop fighting to make your presence known.

The demon inside you was beginning to get annoyed by you, but she had to make it look believable if she was going to find out where the Bunker was located. Due to an increasingly high number of symbols, the bunker was invisible to demons and angels alike. If they wanted to get inside it, they needed to know where it was located first.

The hunt was brutal, and the demon put your body through much more than necessary. The fact that there were no demons on the hunt, it made it easy to possess the newest member of their clan. The brothers hadn't found time to give you a tattoo, but with you by their sides, they didn't worry too much about it.

When the demon first possessed you, she had stabbed you several times in the stomach in hopes that if the brothers did find out, they would take her to the Bunker to save your life. Along with several other blows to the head, she made sure your body would not survive if she was exorcised. That was kind of her back up plan if things started to go wrong. So far, nothing seemed out of the ordinary as Dean drove down the road at a high speed. They were talking in the front, but she couldn't seem to focus on what they were saying due to you screaming in your head.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" you yelled. The demon closed your eyes to try and gather herself when Dean noticed this.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just a headache."

"Do you need me to pull over?"

"No! I mean, I'll be fine. I just want to take a shower and go to bed. At the Bunker. You know, where we live."

"We're not going to the Bunker. We're too far out to make that drive, so we're stopping somewhere for the night," Sam said.

"Great," the demon gritted out. "Just great."

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"Okay, we'll head out first thing in the morning," Dean said as he handed the demon her own key card. They separated at once, and as soon as the demon was inside her own room, she exploded.

"Shut the fuck up! Go,d you're so annoying! If I knew what possessing you would actually mean, I wouldn't have done it!" she shouted.

"I will not stop fighting! They'll figure it out!"

"Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb have no idea. So, get comfortable because once I figure out where the Bunker is, I'm out of here, and you'll be dying."

"Go to hell," you growled.

"And I plan to drag as many of you down as I go," she grinned just as your cell phone started ringing. Picking it up, she rolled her eyes at the caller ID before answering it.

"We're literally right next door, and you decide to call me?"

"Could you come here? It's important," Dean said over the other line before hanging up.

"What do they want now?" she groaned before going over to their room. As soon as she knocked on it, Sam opened it wide enough for her to walk through.

"What's up? Is something wrong?" the demon asked as she walked further into the room. Before she could reach the bed, an invisible wall blocked her from going any further, and she looked up to see a devil's trap had been painted on the ceiling. Turning to face the brothers who closed and locked the motel room, her eyes turned a deep black before going back to your normal color.

"You're smarter than I would have guessed."

"Or you're just dumb. Thin walls, bitch," Dean growled. "Let her go."

"And what will you do if I don't? Kill me? You'll kill her too."

"Send you back to hell," Sam growled. He would have killed the demon, but you were his brother's girlfriend, so that was out of the question.

"Nice plan, not going to work. See, I had a feeling you two would eventually figure it out. That's why I have a plan B," she grinned before lifting her shirt up to reveal the bloody mess. As long as the demon was possessing you, you didn't feel any pain. As soon as she left your body, you would feel like you were dying. "Not only is she going to die from blood loss, I also may have given her a few major concussions. Remove me, and she's dead immediately."

"What do you want?" Dean asked just as Sam left the room with his cell phone in hand. His brother knew what he was going to do, and all he had to do was stall the demon.

"Take me to the Bunker. I want to know where Sam and Dean Winchester reside. Is it as shitty as this hole or is it luxurious? A girl has to know."

"Like hell we're going to bring you there."

"Okay, then I guess I'll just smoke out and watch as you watch your girlfriend die," she smirked as she tilted her head back as if she was going to leave your body.

"Wait!" Dean halted. "Why do you want to know where we live? It's not like you can get in anyway."

"Not my orders, pretty boy. I'm just following the rules. Just know that someone very high up on the chain wants to stop by to bring a gift basket. He needs the address," she said as Sam walked back in. The brothers made eye contact, silently communicating as they often did.

"Thank you but tell him no thanks. Sam," Dean said just as the younger brother began saying the exorcism ritual.

"You're really going to risk your girlfriend's life?" she shouted as she screamed in pain from the Latin words.

"We have our own backup. Tell your boss if he wants us, he can come and get us," he grinned as Sam finished the ritual. The demon screamed as she was expelled from your body, and as soon as you were free, you fell to the ground in a bloody mess. Sam and Dean rushed to you as you started coughing up blood. Your life was already hanging on a thin string, but they weren't going to let you die.

"Stay with me, Y/N. You're going to be okay. The ambulance is just about here," Dean said as he put pressure on your wounds.

"Dean, we're losing her," Sam panicked.

"Y/N!"

The last thing you saw were red and blue lights as people in medical outfits lifted you onto a stretcher.

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"Dean?" you whispered once you got your vision to focus. Your voice was scratchy from the lack of water, and Dean shot out of his seat to help you drink the glass that was by your chair.

"Thank God. Don't talk, okay? We can do that later. Just focus on getting better," he said after you finished the water.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"The first thing we're going to do is get you a tattoo because we are never doing that again," he declared as he sat down.