Demon Girl (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 16

3 days after leaving Sam and Dean, your head wasn't any better. You still had migraine type headaches, and you usually tried to zap yourself away from people when they happened. The first time you didn't, you caused the bus accident, the second time you blew a gas station up, killing all the people in the surrounding area.

After the second time, you moved yourself to a abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. You spent your days drinking, taking a page out of Dean's book. It dulled the pain for a while, helping you forget about all the horrible things you did. Your Demon side loved those memories, wanting you to go out and kill more people. But having your other memories dulled the blood lust, it was almost as if you had a devil and an angel sitting on your shoulders.

You had just finished your last bottle of whiskey, but right now you were too lazy to open another one. You were feeling pretty good, the pain was manageable, and the memories were in the back of your mind. You sat on the old, threadbare couch that was left behind, which also doubled as your bed. You enjoyed the view of the meadow in the front window, loving the piece and quiet the cabin offered you.

It was so serene in your little paradise, that at first you didn't notice the footsteps walking towards you. Once it registered that you weren't alone, it was too late. Your reflexes were dulled by the whiskey, and all you could do is turn and watch as a man brought the empty whiskey bottle down, smashing it on your head, causing everything to go black.

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You woke up, tied to a chair. Pulling against the ropes, you realize that won't do any good. Whoever has you trapped had found out you were a Demon, a devil trap was on the floor, and you were in the middle of it. You were really getting tired of being stuck in the damn things.

"Well, look here, she's awake." You heard a rough voice say behind you. Unable to turn in the chair to see him, you sit there calmly, ignoring him. Finally he comes into your line of sight. From the looks of it, he was a hunter. He was wearing a orange and red plaid shirt that had seen much better days, faded jeans and a beat up truckers hat. His beard was dark brown, sprinkled with grey, and when he smiled at you, it showed stained teeth.

"Hey Harvey, did you hear me? The bitch is awake!" He yelled, and another man walked in, his appearance just as grungy, but his hair was blonde, and his shirt green.

"No need to call me names." You tell them. "What are you doing here anyways?"

The one named Harvey spoke first. "Well your are a Demon, so I'd say name calling fits. We were looking for a place to bunk down for a couple of days, you just happened to be in the way. "

"But how did you know I was a Demon?" You asked, stalling while you tries to figure a way out.

"Well, we saw you through the window, and realized you were the girl authorities were looking for. You killed those people on the bus, and in that gas station. You do know busses have video recorders, right? Anyways, we knocked you out, then did the usual tests on you, not surprised to find out you were a black eyed bitch."

Just thinking about those two accidents made your head hurt. "I didn't mean to! I can't control my powers right now. If you would..."

But the other guy interrupted you. "Looks like we got us a Demon with a conscious. We don't care if you meant to or not, you're still a monster, and it's our job to rid the world of monsters."

"Wait, please call Sam and Dean! They will explain everything to you." You begged.

"How do you know the Winchesters?" Harvey asks you, and when you don't answer at first, he pulls out holy water, and steps into the devils trap, forcing your mouth open, and pouring the liquid into your mouth. It burns, and you gag, trying to spit it out, but he holds you mouth closed, making you swallow. It hurt so bad, and you could feel your control on your powers once again slipping.

"Please stop!" You plead, "I don't know how much more I can hold it!"

Not knowing what you meant, Harvey smiled, holding a can of salt. He forces your mouth open, pouring the salt down your throat. Your scream was muffled by the salt. Your head started pounding, and you knew it was too late. You heard thunder outside.

"What the hell? It was nice and sunny outside just a minute ago." Harvey mumbled. He then turned to you. "It's you isn't it? Somehow you are still using your powers."

He takes a nasty looking blade out of his pocket, before pouring holt water over it, and dipping it in the salt. He grins at you, before sticking the knife into your shoulder. You moan, the pain worse than before. As you moan, the ground starts to shake, and you were afraid the whole cabin would fall down on top of you.

"Please stop!" You begged, but Harvey just twisted the knife, causing you to scream. Rain started pouring down.

"Harvey, maybe we should just exorcise her now, " the other guy said nervously.

"Shut up, Mike!" Harvey said, stuffing more salt down your throat. You shake your head, trying to get away, but it was useless.

"How about you both step back and leave her alone." A new voice said, a deep, whiskey smooth voice said. It was Dean. You had no idea how they had found you, but you were glad.

"This is interesting. She brings you up, and then you are here. Never thought I'd see the day when the Winchesters would be working with a Demon. What would your Dad say?"

Sam stood next to Dean. "You leave our Dad out of this. Now leave Y/N alone, and get out of here."

"This is Y/N? I thought she was a hunter, not a Demon."

Sam glanced at you, pain in his eyes as he took in your bloody shoulder and mouth. His hazel eyes gazing into yours calmed you, and the lightning and rain outside slowly stopped.

"We can do this the easy way where you leave, or the hard way. Either way, Y/ N will be coming with us." Dean told them.

They might have been hunters, but they stood no chance against the Winchesters, and they knew it. Grumbling, they quickly gathered their stuff, turning to leave.

Harvey looked back, shaking his head in disgust. "Never thought I'd see this day. The day you guys were on the monsters side."

Sam and Dean ignored him, and he left. Sam walked over to you, taking the knife out of your shoulder, and using it to cut the ropes holding you. You try to stand, but you were too weak from the whiskey still in your system, and the salt and holy water you had been tortured with.

Sam picks you up, trying to carry you out the cabin. But he stops when you are slammed against an invisible wall.

"Dean, some help?" Sam requested, and Dean scratched a line into the devils trap, and you were free.

He sat you down on the couch, and sat next to you. "Why did you run off? We would have helped you."

You look down at your hands, ashamed of everything you've done. "Sam, I couldn't control my powers, and I didn't want to hurt you. So I ran. But I still can't control them, and I've done some awful things. Can you just kill me, and put me out of my misery?"

Sam tilted your head, causing you to look up at him. "What if I told you we know a way to free you from being a Demon?"