SUPERWHOLOCK Imagines

Imagine: Making A Deal

"Dammit, [Y/N]!" Dean yells, slamming his hand on the table. You flinch, closing the book in your hands.

"I'm sorry, Dean. It's not my fault that these things happen," you argue, suddenly feeling awful. On the last hunt it was your job to protect Sam. It was your job to have his back. Now, he's laying in bed, barely breathing.

"You were supposed to watch his back. He could've died today. I would've rather it had been you than him. I would give anything for you to be on your death bed than my baby brother," he yells, running his hand through his hair as he growls, kicking a chair. Tears fill your eyes but you keep them back, willing yourself not to show your weakness.

"If that's what you want, I'll leave," you whisper, grabbing your jacket. You run up the stairs and out the door. You trek through the mud, the rain whipping against your face and soaking your hair. You let the tears flow, letting the rain mask them. You cry as you walk, no specific place in mind. You just had to go somewhere.

Rocks crunch beneath your feet, filling the seemingly silent night as you walk down the road, looking for somewhere to go. There's only one thing on your mind.

Save Sam. He deserves life more than you do.

You eventually find your way to a crossroad. You dig up the box, placing in your item of choice.

"Hello, love," Crowley says as he appears behind you.

"Crowley. I'm here to make a deal," you turn around, crossing your arms.

"You've been crying," he points out, stepping towards you.

"That's not the point," you snap, rolling your eyes. He smirks as he walks around you.

"Then what is the point?" He questions, amusement in his voice.

"I want Sam to live. I'll give you my soul for his," you reply, running a shaky hand through your wet hair.

"It's a deal," he answers, pulling you in for a rough kiss. His stubble scratches your face as he kisses you. Soon, he's gone.

You still feel the same. Shouldn't you be a soul damned in hell? No. That's not what happened.

You stand in the middle of the road, wondering what had just happened. Lights appear out of nowhere, blinding you. You raise you hand to block your eyes as you squint, stepping to the side of the road. An Impala pulls up and stops, the engine still running. A very angry looking Dean storms out of the car, marching right towards you.

"What the hell did you do?" He yells, getting in your face.

"I gave you what you wanted. Sam's soul for mine," you reply calmly before turning and walking down the road, away from him.

"You made a deal," he growls, following you.

"Why do you care? Sam should be fine now. You said you'd rather see me dead than him," you yell, anger overtaking you.

"I didn't mean it!" He yells back, running his hand over his face.

"Well, it's too late. I made the deal with Crowley," you reply, turning back around to walk away again.

"Crowley? Are you serious?" He yells, grabbing your arm to stop you. You hiss, watching as Dean stumbles backward in shock.

"You're.... You're a demon?" He questions, his voice shaking. Tears fill in his eyes as he stares into your black soulless ones.

"I did give my soul to Crowley," you reply with a snap. Dean falls to his knees as he weeps. He fights with his thoughts as he thinks about whether or not to kill you. By the time he looks up again, you're gone, leaving nothing behind.