Demon Girl (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 9

The motel room was plush, extravagant. Your bed had over 8 pillows, which you thought was just ridiculous. There was a personal sitting room with antique looking arm chairs, and a fake fireplace. The bathroom was immense, with two personal sinks, a jacuzzi bathtub, along with a multi jet shower. The walls were painted dust rose, while the comforter placed on the bed was champagne.

"Crowley, isn't this a little too much?" You ask, as you sit outside, on the small patio, enjoying room service breakfast. As a Demon you know longer needed to eat, but it was a hard habit to break.

Crowley joins you outside. "Darling, we are the King and Queen of Hell. We deserve whatever riches we want."

Silently agreeing, you thought of another question. It was only your second day topside, along with only your third day of being a Demon.

"How was I able to keep my physical appearance? Don't Demons have to possess bodies?"

"Crowley takes a bite of toast, grimacing at the taste. "I saved your body for you, and the spell included that. Now, what would you like to do today?"

You considered the possibilities. You didn't remember anything from your life up here, so everything was new and exciting.

Just then, Crowley's phone rang, interrupting your conversation. He looks at the screen before frowning. "Well Squirrel, what do you need this time?"

You listen in on Crowley's part of the conversation, thinking it weird that someone was named Squirrel.

"Don't let Moose anywhere near them with his big antlers, I will be there soon. Stupid, pathetic, hunters."

Now a Moose, who did Crowley even know? Your face must have shown your confusion, because once he saw it, Crowley chuckled.

"They really aren't Moose and Squirrel, they are just a couple of ignorant knuckleheads who need me. Can you keep yourself occupied while I'm gone?"

You furiously shake your head yes, wanting Crowley to trust his new Queen. He leans down and kisses you, and your toes curl with pleasure.

"I will be back later to finish that," he murmers before vanishing.

Throwing the newspaper back onto the table, you notice a department stores ad. Thinking shopping might be a fun way to spend the time, you transport yourself to the nearest mall, impressed with how well you were using your new powers. You find an interesting store, and saunter in. Seeing a couple of tops you like, you start to leave, when a young man stops you.

"Miss, you need to pay for those." He guides you to the cashier, where he rings up your items and places them in a bag.

"That will be $45.00. Cash or card?."

Annoyed with the man for expecting you to pay, you flick your wrist, and he begins to struggle for breath. You laugh as you leave, and he falls to the ground, unconscious.

Shopping was quickly becoming boring to you. There were too many annoyingly happy people, and too many rules. After torturing the third employee of the day, you gave up, transporting yourself back into your motel room. Only it was still empty, and you let out a disappointed sigh.

You toss you bags onto the couch, and turn the tv on. Crowley had shown you how to use it yesterday. You leave it on news, getting cheered up by all the depressing news. It was a soothing balm to your evil soul.

Then a commercial played and you were intrigued.

"Do you need a night to let loose, and enjoy yourself? Then come on down to the Watering Hole, where the beer is always cold."

Thinking this would be a good way to pass the time, you change into your new outfit, a pair of black leather pants, along with a dark red tank top. You loved dressing in Crowley's favorite colors, it was like you were proudly stating you were his.

This time, you take a cab to the bar, feeling like you would get easily noticed if you transported into a bar. It was a short ride, only 15 minutes. When the peppered hair old man asked for payment, you flicked your finger, causing his neck to snap.

Flinging the door open, you strut in, taking the atmosphere of the bar in. There were bikers, and sleazy dressed women, along with middle aged depressed men. You felt at home, surrounded by thoughts of greed and lust. One of the bikers notices you, and makes his way torwards you.

"Hey pretty lady, can I buy you a drink?" You nod, wondering if Demons could get drunk.

The first three drinks were bought by the biker, and you were disappointed that you didn't even feel a buzz. The biker started to get a little handsy, and you became enraged.

"Only my King can touch me like that!" You demanded.

Howver, the biker was intoxicated, and didn't realize the trouble he had placed himself in. "Come on little lady, I can be your King tonight."

Your face turns red from anger. "Crowley is the true King, you pompous ass."

Snapping your fingers together, the biker's body explodes into a million pieces. Everyone in the bar panics, not sure what happened, but knowing you had something to do with it. The bouncer come your way, a menacing look on his face.

"Miss I need you to come with me." He said as he tried to reach for your arm.

"No way." You reply, before snapping his neck with just a thought. People try to leave the bar then, and you lock the doors, effectively trapping people inside.

Smiling, you survey the frightened faces. "Now this is what I've been looking forward to."

You proceed to torture, then kill most of the inhabitants. Blowing them into smithereens, snapping their neck, or making them kill themselves, you didn't care. You reveled in the blood bath, laughing as people's frightened screams filled the air. Once everyone was laying on the ground, or slumped over tables, you walk to the back of the bar, smashing the security cameras, and pulling the tape. You then transported back to your motel room, where Crowley was waiting.

"There you are, I was wondering why you were...What the hell happened?" Crowley questioned, standing up and coming torwards you. You knew you looked a fright, covered in blood, and pieces of skin, and who knew what else.

"I was bored, so I went to a bar. But they were mean, so I killed them all."

Crowley shook his head. "Y/ N, you can't go around killing whole bars, we have to be careful. If you draw too much attention to you, hunters will track you down."

Frowning, you understood Crowley was telling the truth, but that didn't mean that you liked it. You start to undress, heading for the shower.

"Oh Crowley, how did it go with Moose and Squirrel?"

"it was easy, those two were just being morons. But they are close, and could be here soon. We might want to leave."

"In the morning? Today wore me out."

Crowley couldn't say no to you, so he shrugged. "Fine, in the morning. But we need to be long gone before those brothers find us here." He told you, before muttering under his breath. You raise your eyebrow, but he ignores it, and you walk into the bathroom. It sounded like tomorrow could be another interesting day.