Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Play Time, Winchesters

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Demon!Reader (no pairing)

Warnings: minor angst

Summary: After getting captured by the Winchesters, you have to use your powers of manipulation to try and escape.

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The only reason you got caught in the first place was because you were stupid enough to smoke into a hunter in a hunter's bar. It seemed like a good target at the time, but now it was just plain stupid. Sam and Dean happened to be in that hunter's bar which is why you were currently in their dungeon. Before getting captured, you managed to inhabit a dead meat suit which was good for you. They didn't know it was an empty room in here, so they thought a young woman was just begging and screaming to get out. The reasons they kept you hostage instead of killing you is because they needed information on a group of your kind that was getting ready for something big. It really wasn't that big of a deal, and it was certainly none of their business, but you refused to give them the information they so desperately needed.

If they're going to capture you, may as well make it memorable. After escaping to the kitchen, you had shoved yourself in one of the dead bodies that had died when the fight was going on. Sam and Dean have yet to be in the kitchen, so they wouldn't know if there is a person inside you or not. Thinking on your toes, you grabbed a knife you saw was hanging on the counter before shoving it into your gut. Thinking that four wounds would be great, you held the blood inside your body before throwing the knife away. At that same moment, Sam and Dean barged into the kitchen to apprehend you. If they wanted to play, you were going to fucking play. It's why you willingly let them take you. They needed information, and you thought playing with their heads was a good way to spend your time.

Manipulation wasn't part of the job description, but it was sure a hell of a lot of fun to play around with.

"You feel like talking?" Dean asked as he and his brother entered the room. Upon seeing the two beautiful meat suits, you flashed your eyes a deep black before turning them back to the original color.

"You didn't like my song?" you asked with a pout.

"Enough fucking around. Tell us what the demons are playing," he growled.

"You know, Dean, when you talk like that, I get tingles down there if you know what I mean," you laughed. Dean slammed his hands down on the metal table in front of you, and Sam has to put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Tell us what we want to know," Sam spoke.

"Or what? What will your brains think to do to me?"

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart," Dean chuckled as he took off the cloth covering the metal table he touched earlier.

"Let me ask you this, Dean. What do you think you can do to me that hasn't already been done? I've been tortured by Crowley and Lucifer himself. How can you top that?" you grinned. Both brothers cursed, but they wouldn't back down from this.

"Then I guess we're going to have a fun time trying out different stuff."

"Then let's play, Winchester," you grinned as you laughed.

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"Man, that was a rush!" you yelled as Dean set down the syringe that was once filled with holy water.

"She's not budging," Sam whispered even though you heard it.

"Pretty boy's right. I have a strong will. How do you think I've survived this long? Pilates? Yoga?" you scoffed.

"Alright then if you're not going to talk, then I guess we'll just send you back to Hell," Dean smirked.

"What, so I can just claw my way out later?"

"Then we'll kill you. Can't escape if you're dead," he smirked as he grabbed the knife that Ruby made when she was rebelling.

"Wait!" you gasped, and the brothers smirked thinking they got you right where they wanted you. "If you kill me, you kill the girl I'm possessing. Given Sam's track records with demons, you just love to save innocent young women when you were hopped up on demon blood. Do you really want to kill Sarah? The woman that is going to school to be a doctor? She's begging for me to leave."

"Then back to hell you go," Dean decided. If they exorcised you then the girl would live.

"Yeah, good plan. But if you exorcise me, then she'll die," you grinned as you moved your arm out of the way to show the four bloody wounds. "I'm the only thing keeping her alive. So, what's it going to be? Kill her or save her? We both know what it's going to be."

"Shit," Sam muttered as he brought his brother to the side so they could contemplate on what to do with you. "We have to do something to save her."

"What if she's lying?"

"What if she's not?"

"Damn it," Dean sighed. He hated what he was about to do, but he had to do it in order to save the girl that they thought was inside of you. With death-like glares, they walked over to you and began unchaining you. Grinning, you watched as they got to work. As soon as you were free, Sam rubbed off a tiny piece of the devil's trap that you were standing in. With the chains gone and the circle broken, you were now free to roam where you pleased.

"Nice playing with you boys," you laughed before tipping your head back and smoking out of the dead meat suit. The brothers watched with horror as you escaped the body and down the hall. After you disappeared, they knew they would have to deal with the girl you left behind. As soon as they turned her over, they knew from one look that she was already dead.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled in frustration. The one chance in a long time that they would have in finding out what the demons were planning, and it was gone. Crowley sure as hell wasn't going to talk, and Castiel couldn't get close enough to figure it out first.

The silence in the room was thick, but Dean swore to Chuck that he could hear your laughter drift down the hallway, mocking him for what he is worth.