Hi! So, this is my first proper written imagine. Some things to help you understand how things will go is listed below.
Y/N = Your name
Y/E/C = Your eye color
Y/H/C = Your hair color
Y/H/L = Your hair length
Y/H = Your height
Y/L/N = Your last name
I will try updating as often as I can.
Enjoy!
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I shouldn't have left.
That was the one thing on your mind. I shouldn't have left.
Now here you were tied to a chair with a demon looking over you with an amused yet horrific expression. It was stupid of you not to line the window and door with salt before you left. Being a hunter, you always took precautions, even while staying in a hotel. But tonight was different. It didn't feel like you needed it. You weren't going to be out that long, just to meet Dean at the bar.
After leaving, you went back to your hotel room only to be attacked on your way in. The demon in front of you had possessed a young man who looked as if he had been around twenty-five. He had black hair that stopped around the middle of his neck in the back, but right under his ears in the front. The boy's eyes had been brown, but were now pitch black. You knew right away that this young man was gone. "Y/N, how nice to meet you," the demon snickers. "I've heard so much about you." You glare at him, "Can't say the same about you, jackass."
The demon's face twists into a frown. In a flash, a pale hand is snapping you across the face, causing you to cry out. "You need to clean up that mouth of yours, princess," he sneers, his face quickly falling back into a snarky smile. Spitting the blood in your mouth towards him, you glare at his face through your lashes. "Go. To. Hell!" you spit, a slow trickle of red leaving the corner of your mouth. The demon steps towards you and leans close to your face, the strong smell of sulfur causing your nose to burn and choke on the air in your lungs. "Oh, Y/N," he chuckles before grabbing a fistful of your hair, "I've already been there."
Cracking you across the face once more, the demon steps back. "Now, either you tell me where the Winchesters are," the demon starts, "or I'll have to force it out of you." What had they done now!? Not wanting to think of it for long, you reel your head back and hack a ball of spit and blood onto his shoes. A moment later, there is a crack to your jaw. Your head snaps back, and a groan escapes your lips. "Mother fucker!" you scream as the blunt yet sharp end of the knife is pressed against your arm, drawing a small spot of blood. Staring down at your arm, you chuckle. "A pin prick? That's the best you got?" you laugh, more blood coming from the corner of your lips. There's a sting on your face as the demon once again slaps you.
"Oh, Y/N," the demon says with a chuckle, spinning the knife in his hand against the tip of his finger, "you try to hard." There's a snarky grin on his face as he steps toward you, pointing the knife towards your face. "But, I know what your most afraid of," he teases, pulling a gag around your mouth. The cloth scrapes against you tongue. The demon chuckles, grabbing your arm. "Dying," he says, digging the blade into your arm. A muffled scream of pain erupts from your throat as the demon scrapes a gash into your arm. Tears roll down your cheeks as the demon grabs your arm, snapping the ropes binding you to the chair and pulling you from it in a flash before pinning your arms behind your back.
His palm digs into your cut as you're dragged into the bathroom. Standing in the smaller room was a second demon that you hadn't known was there before. She smirks at you, her eyes turning black as she blinks before turning back to their original blueish brown color. "So this is Y/N," she says, taking a step toward you, locking one of her fingers around a piece of your hair. "You're much more... weak than I expected." Her everlasting smirk grows as she tugs it before dropping her hand back to her side.
The demon holding you moves away, letting the woman bind your wrists once more. "Now, let's begin our show," she says with a smirk, pulling you towards the sink. You watched in horror, trying your best to struggle from their grips on your arms, as the woman filled the deep bowl with water. "Stop moving, bitch!" the man says, ripping your shirt as he swipes the knife over your back. You scream is muffled as it tears from your throat, the gag choking your sobs. You hear the woman maniacal laughter as she shoves your head into the water, the faucet spitting scolding water onto your head. You scream and cried and thrashed in their grip, trying to jerk away from them and pull your head out of the water.
Just as your vision begins to blur, your head is pulled out of the water. Hearing the demons laugh as you try your best to get some air in your lungs, your head is shoved back into the water. Twisting around in the demons' grips, you feel a kick on the back of your knee, causing you to stumble, your knees bumping against the sink. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth as you bit down on your tongue trying regaining your balance. The demons pull your head out of the water once again. But something catches your attention. A knock on the door. "Y/N!? It's me, Dean! You forgot your phone!" The voice rings through to motel room. You try once more to rip free of the demons grasp.
"I'll get rid of him," you hear to woman snarl as she shoves your head back into the sink. You feel the demon drop your arm, only to be grabbed by the man. Black spots once again begin to fill your vision as your head is held underwater. Just as you're slipping into unconsciousness, your head is pulled from the water. The last thing you hear is the dying screams of the two demons as your body falls onto the tiled floor.
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When you wake up, first thing you notice is you're lying in the bed. Slowly, you sit up. The gash on your arm had been stitched up, only a small amount of pain radiating from it. You feel a bandage on your back, telling you the cut obviously wasn't bad. You had also been changed into your pajamas. "Y/N!" Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice. Dean runs forward, his arms circling your waist in a flash, causing you to fall back against the pillows. "Oh, thank God!" Dean says, his face pressed against your stomach. "I thought you'd never wake up!"
You feel tears fill in your eyes as he presses a soft kiss against your stomach, his nose burying into the cloth of your shirt. "Dean," you whisper, running your hand over his hair. He lets go of you and crawls beside you on the bed. Climbing under the blanket with you, his arms envelope you, pulling you toward him. "I didn't think I had made it," he whispered into your neck. "But you did," you say, running your fingers through his hair. "I'm okay. You saved me."
You hear him sniffle, kissing your head in the process. Your fingers tangle in the hair resting on his neck, and you wrap your arms around him. "I love you, Y/N," Dean whispers. "I love you, too, Dean," you say, snuggling into his chest. "So, so much."
