Sam Winchester Imagines

Demon

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"Hey, Dean," you start.

"Hiya, Y/N," he says. "What's going on?"

"Where's Sam?" You question.

"Uh, he's on a hunt..." he says.

"And... You aren't with him...?" You ask, somewhat suspicious.

"He yelled at me for always being up his ass, so I backed off," Dean explains.

"But... You never back off..." You say, getting up from your seat, starting to walk toward your bed.
He holds his hands up. "It was best not to argue. And it was just a ghost."

"I went on for research on that hunt. Didn't you smell the sulfer?"

"No," he shakes his head, "Although... Demon does make more sense..." he says.

You grab your jacket from off of your bed, and start walking outside. You look back and see that Dean hasn't moved. "You comin'?" You ask him.

"Uh, yeah... Sure," he says, starting to walk towards you.

The two of you go into Baby and drive to where Sam is.

"Sam," you say as you walk in.

"What are you doing here?" He asks angry.

"It's a demon," you tell him.

"I know."

"You shouldn't hunt alone," you tell him.

Sam doesn't say anything.

"Behind you!" You yell, seeing black smoke come up from behind him.

The thick, black smoke goes over Sam's shoulder, and it goes into your body, through your mouth.

"Y/N!" Dean yells.

"Get out of her!" Sam yells, aiming a gun you recognize as the colt at you.

"What are you going to do?" You ask, strutting towards him. "Shoot her? I knowwww you like her. Can I tell you a secret?" You ask, getting close to his ear, whispering, "She likes you too."

Sam picks up his gun a bit more, "Stop. Lying."

"Oh, I'm not. Why on Earth would I lie about something as silly as two children who think they're in love?" You laugh.

"Sam," Dean says in a warning tone.

"What?" Sam asks, turning his head to face Dean.

You take your chance and run at Sam, pinning him against the wall behind him.

"I'm sure she's enjoying this," you say, referring to the demon inside of you.

You pull a knife out and put it on Sam's neck. "This, she probably doesn't like too much," you smirk.

Behind you, you can hear Dean's gun cock. "That won't help you much, will it, dear?" You ask, turning Sam around to face Dean, holding the knife against his neck.

"It has a demon's trap carved into the tip," he explains.

"What good is it going to do ya with good ol' Sammy boy here?" You ask. "Because I know you're not going to kill him just to get to me."

"Would you like to bet on that?" Dean says.

"Dean, don't," Sam tells him.

"Ah, the emotion, love," you say. "So powerful, you'd risk your life to save her, even though she's the one thing to kill you."

"It's not her," Sam says. "You just-pushed her back..."

"Let them go, both of them," Dean orders.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica,
Ergo draco maledicte et sectio
Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica. Audi nos!" Sam says quickly, before you have time to protest.

The black smoke exits your body through your mouth. Your body collapses onto Sam's. He catches you.

You wake up back in the motel.

"What happened?" You ask Sam as you rub your head.

"You- got possessed," Sam explains.

"I- I think I remember now," you say. "Did... The demon say you loved me...?" You ask.

He nods a little, "It also said you loved me..."

"It's true..."