Supernatural one shots

The cost of redemption (DEAN WINCHESTER X READER)

The air was thick with tension as you and Dean crept through the dimly lit warehouse, the scent of dust and decay lingering in the shadows. You could hear the distant hum of machinery, but the ominous silence around you suggested something much darker was lurking beneath the surface.

"Stay close," Dean whispered, his voice low as he scanned the room with his flashlight. His brow was furrowed, the lines etched deeper by the weight of the world on his shoulders. You could see the worry in his eyes, a familiar look that sent a chill down your spine.

"We've got this, Dean. We've faced worse," you reassured him, your hand brushing against his arm. He shot you a brief smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Yeah, but this demon isn't playing by the usual rules. They're making deals. It's not just about the souls anymore."

You nodded, remembering the intel you had gathered. The demon was known for its cunning, luring hunters into making sacrifices for power. It was a dangerous game, and Dean always had a tendency to underestimate the danger when he thought he could save someone.

The two of you continued deeper into the warehouse, each step echoing off the cold concrete floor. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, an instinctual warning that something was off.

"Dean," you said suddenly, stopping in your tracks. "Do you hear that?"

He paused, listening intently. A low, mocking laugh echoed through the darkness, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Looks like we've found our demon," Dean muttered, pulling out his knife.

As you moved closer to the source of the sound, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavier, thick with malevolence. You exchanged a tense glance with Dean before pushing forward, ready to confront whatever awaited you.

The demon appeared, its form shifting like smoke, a twisted grin stretching across its face. "Ah, hunters," it sneered, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "You've come to bargain, I see."

"Not interested," Dean shot back, stepping forward. "We're here to put an end to your little game."

The demon's laughter rang out again, echoing off the walls. "You think you can stop me? All it takes is a deal, Dean. Sacrifice one life, and I'll save countless others. It's so simple."

You felt your heart race as Dean's expression faltered for just a moment. "I'm not making any deals with you," he replied, but there was an undercurrent of doubt in his voice that made your stomach drop.

"Think about it. Your life for theirs? How noble. But can you truly live with that weight?" The demon stepped closer, eyes locked onto Dean's. "You know the pain of loss. Why not save them all at once? It's a fair trade."

"No," you interrupted, stepping forward to stand beside Dean. "Don't listen to it. It's just trying to manipulate you."

Dean turned to you, frustration flickering in his eyes. "But what if it's right? What if I could save everyone?"

"Not like this," you insisted, fear gripping your heart. "You can't sacrifice yourself like that. You mean too much to so many people."

The demon's grin widened as it watched your exchange, clearly enjoying the turmoil it was creating. "You should be careful, Y/n. After all, it's just a matter of time before he realizes he's the only one left standing."

The words hung in the air, and you could see Dean's resolve wavering. You reached for him, fingers brushing against his arm as you tried to anchor him. "Dean, please. Think about it. You can't let it win."

The demon laughed again, but this time it was tinged with frustration. "You're wasting time. The longer you hesitate, the more souls will be lost."

"Shut up," Dean spat, gripping his knife tightly. "I won't let you twist my words."

As the tension escalated, the demon lunged, its form shifting into a dark mist that enveloped Dean. He staggered back, gasping as the weight of the demon's power pushed him down.

"Dean!" you shouted, rushing forward to pull him free. But as you reached him, you felt the energy shift.

"I can't...," he gasped, fighting against the pressure. "It's too strong."

You wouldn't let him go. Not now. With a surge of adrenaline, you pushed your way through the mist, grabbing Dean's shoulders and locking your gaze onto his. "Look at me! We can fight this together!"

But the demon's voice echoed around you, a chilling whisper that clawed at your mind. "You're both too late. I hold all the cards. All it takes is one small sacrifice."

"No!" you yelled, determination flooding your veins. "I won't let you take him!"

With a sudden surge of strength, you grabbed Dean's knife from his hand and plunged it into the demon's heart before it could react. A piercing scream erupted from the creature, and the mist began to dissipate as its form flickered.

You felt a rush of energy flood through you, a powerful surge that pushed the demon back. It writhed and twisted, but you held your ground, your connection with Dean anchoring you. "Now, Dean!" you shouted, your voice ringing with urgency.

Dean nodded, rallying his strength as he pulled out his own weapon. Together, you launched your attack, cutting through the darkness that surrounded you until the demon let out one final, deafening shriek before exploding into a cloud of ash.

The warehouse fell silent, the oppressive weight lifting as you and Dean stood amid the remnants of the battle. You turned to him, breathless. "Are you okay?"

Dean ran a hand through his hair, his face pale but resolute. "I think so. That was too close."

"You almost made a deal," you reminded him, stepping closer. "You scared me."

He looked down, guilt flickering in his eyes. "I thought... I don't know. I just wanted to save everyone."

"And you can," you said firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But not like that. You're worth too much to sacrifice yourself."

Dean met your gaze, the weight of your words sinking in. "I'm sorry. I don't want to lose anyone, especially you."

You smiled softly, relieved that he was still standing with you. "You won't lose me. Not now, not ever."

With a newfound understanding, Dean took a step forward, pulling you into an embrace that felt like home. In that moment, you both knew that no matter the challenges ahead, you would face them together—stronger together than apart.

The night was still dark, but you could see a glimmer of light breaking through the clouds, a sign that you would always find your way back to each other, no matter how deep the shadows.