You scream out in pain as Crowley drags a blade across your skin, causing it to burn. He proceeds to pour holy water in the open wound, making it burn even more.
"I told you not to visit the Winchesters," he scolds, walking around you in a circle as you sit there tied to a chair.
"I didn't visit them. They randomly showed up," you hiss through clenched teeth, trying your best to fight through the pain.
"Well, now I have a mission for you. You are to visit the Winchesters, and kill them."
Within seconds you are no longer in Hell, but now you are standing in front of a motel room. You glance around and freeze when you spot a 1967 Chevy Impala.
Deans baby.
This is really happening. You're being forced to kill the two people you care about most. And, the worst part is, you're afraid you might enjoying. You're afraid you might enjoy the feeling of blood on your hands. The feeling of doing something evil.
The feeling of becoming a true demon.
You slowly raise your hand and knock on the door without thinking. If you're going to do this, you want to do it as quickly as possible.
"[Y/N]," Dean whispers as he opens the door, shock and relief showing in his green eyes. You hesitate, unsure if you can go through with this.
But, Dean changes your mind about it all.
He presses his lips against yours in hunger, passion, and lust. You melt into the kiss, enjoying this new feeling. When he pulls away, tears are streaming down your cheeks.
"What's wrong?" He questions, worry crossing his features.
"I was sent here to kill you."
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