SUPERWHOLOCK Imagines

Imagine: Making A Deal Part 2

"Ah, [Y/N]," Crowley sighs as you walk towards him, his royalty being shown as he sits on his thrown. "What do I owe this pleasure?"

"I want to become a proper demon. Allow me to return to my old home. Let me possess and torture," you state calmly, trying your best to convince him. He sits still for a few moments, staring at you through squinted eyes.

"Alright... But, no visiting the Winchesters," he replies, folding his hands across his lap. You nod slowly, happy that he's just letting you leave. Within seconds you are standing in the home you left to become a hunter.

You look around at your room, smiling as you remember all of the times you cried or laughed in here. Life was simpler back then. Now, it's not. You're a demon. You belong to Crowley.

You're a monster.

You sigh as you pick up a picture, staring at the people in it. It's you and your best friend. She was turned by a vampire. You were the one that put her down. That's how it all started. It started with a nightmare that came true.

~FLASHBACK~

"Oh my god, [Y/N]. That was such a fun party!" Your friend slurred, slinging their arm over your shoulders. You chuckle lightly as you lead her to the car. You were tonight's designated driver, meaning you couldn't drink. So, being the sober one, you have to babysit your friend.

She laughs and continues to slur on about something. You make your way to the empty parking lot that you had parked in down the block. You didn't want to get stuck in after party traffic. You lean her against the car as you struggle to get your keys out of your pocket.

"Hello ladies," a handsome young man walks up, offering his arm for your friend to lean on.

"Hi," you say sternly, unlocking the car door. You motion for him to put her in the seat. He smiles, flashing razor sharp teeth, before he sinks his teeth into her. You cry out, watching as blood pours from her neck. Within seconds he's gone and you're left with a bleeding girl. She begs and begs for you to put her out of her misery. You grab your sword out of the trunk of the car, having kept it there in case of emergencies. You weren't a big fan of guns.

You quickly slit her throat, hoping that would end it. It didn't. So, you move onto your next option and just chop her head clean off, before running away.

That was it. That was what started it all. Now, instead of killing monsters, you are one. You sigh as you set the picture down, wiping the tears from your face. It's been so long since you've cried. It's been nearly one year since you've become the monster you are.

"Who the hell are you?" A voice yells, startling you. You were so caught up in your memory that you hadn't noticed anyone had come in. You turn around to find Sam and Dean, their guns raised. They don't recognize you.

Your hairs longer and darker than it had been before. Your skin seems pale. You're just so different than you used to be.

"[Y/N]?" Dean questions, lowering his gun. You slowly nod, taking a step away from them. Dean goes to step towards you but you hold your hand up, stopping him.

"Don't. Don't come any closer. I don't want to be forced into hurting you more than I already have," you say, your voice cracking. You remember the day you left as if it was yesterday.

"Dean, what is she talking about?" Sam questions, stepping towards Dean.

Dean sighs heavily as he runs his hand through his hair. "Almost a year ago you almost died. I blamed it on her. She was supposed to have your back but she almost got you killed. You were on your death bed, Sam. I was pissed and told her I'd rather her be the one that's dead," he begins.

"Then how am I alive?" Sam questions, confusion on his face.

"She made a deal with Crowley. She sold her soul for yours," Dean replies in a whisper, running his shaky hand over his mouth.

"What?" Sam yells, looking at you in disbelief.

"I did it because it's what Dean wanted. I did it for the both of you," you cry out before flashing away, leaving them alone in your house.

"[Y/N]!" They both yell. But, it's too late. You're already gone and back in hell.