Demon Girl (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 17

You weren't quite sure you understood what Sam was saying. "You can save me from being a Demon? I thought that was just a myth!"

Sam shakes his head, a glimmer in his eye as he gave you hope. "The men of letters did it, and I know Dean and I can do it too."

You had never hoped that you would become human again, it had never even crossed your mind. There were some things you would miss, like the fast healing, and some of the powers, but you missed the emotions, the love, and the selflessness you had before hand.

"First, you have to promise me, if this doesn't work, you will use that knife on me. Second, how does it even work?"

Sam pulled you into his arms, resting his chin against the top of your head, murmuring against your hair. "Only as a last resort will I promise that. I love you too much to lose you again."

Dean answered your second question, causing you to jump. You had forgotten he was still in the cabin with you, he had been so quiet. "We need to find consecrated ground, and then inject you with purified blood, eight times, until you become human. "

"Sounds easy enough." You reply.

Dean chuckles, "Since when is anything ever easy with us?"

Sam helps you off the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and helping you out to the Impala. "Where's Cas?" You wondered.

"He had some business to take care of, but will be back soon. Now let's few back to the motel until we can find a spot to cure you."

At this you stopped, refusing to go any farther, earning a raised eyebrow from Sam. "Whats wrong?"

"I can't go back to town and be near people! If you knew about the things I've done, you wouldn't want to save me. I can't take the chance I might do something again!" You say, crying, pulling against Sam's arm.

Sam grabbed both your hands, stopping you from running away. "Y/N, I know. And I know it wasn't your fault, you couldn't control it. But this time I will be with you, and Dean will be there too, and Cas. We will help you through this."

Not exactly convinced, you decide to go with them, knowing you could still transport back here if you felt yourself losing control.

You let Sam baby you, helping you into the backseat, and sliding in next to you.

"Hey, do I look like a chauffeur?" Dean grumbled, but you could see a small smile on his face as he turned the key in the ignition.

You cuddled next to Sam, already feeling better. The storm in your head had calmed, and the presence of Sam made you feel like anything was possible. Soon you found yourself drifting off, letting yourself relax for the first time in a couple of days.

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"Y/N, wake up. We're at the motel." You heard, but didn't want to listen. Instead you cuddle closer to Sam, snuggling into his coat. You can feel his chuckle as he gives up, pulling you into his arms, and carrying you into the motel room. He gently places you down on one of the beds, and you start to fall asleep again, when you hear Cas. Giving up on sleep, you sit up stretching as you try to wake up.

"I'm glad you found Y/N, how is she? I trust you've heard the news about what she's done." Cas says, making you feel guilty. You never would forgive yourself for killing all those innocent people, even if you didn't mean to do it.

"We heard Cas, but she wasn't in control of her powers when they happened." Sam argued.

"I know that, but now she is a fugitive. And it could happen again at any moment."

"I tried to talk them into leaving me at the cabin, but they wouldn't. I would rather die than hurt anyone else, I feel so horrible about what happened."

Sam came over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, giving you the comfort and support you desperately needed.

"We just need to come up with a plan. And we need to find consecrated ground quick." Dean finally spoke up.

"Maybe I can help," Cas said, walking over to stand in front of you. He stares down at you for a moment, before placing his fingers on your forehead. You feel a warm goey pressure, almost like honey, fill your brain, before it is gone, leaving your head feeling normal for the first time in days. You didn't feel as if your powers were going to become uncontrollable any time soon, and you could have kissed Cas.

"How do you feel?" Sam questioned, a hopeful spark in his gorgeous eyes.

"I feel better than I have in a while." You reply. He smiles, kissing you forehead.

Coming to the conclusion that you desperately needed a shower, you turn to Sam, "Can I borrow a shirt?"

"How about I get you one of yours instead. Your bag is in the Impala."

He agrees to throw it into the bathroom, and you rush into the small, outdated bathroom, turning the shower on hot before stripping out of your clothes.

The water pressure was horrible, but it still felt good to have the hot water pouring down your back, washing away some of the guilt and frustration of the past few days.

You took your time, scrubbing your hair, and the rest of your body. Feeling better, you step out, wrapping a towel around your body.

Seeing a pile of your own clothes nicely folded on the counter, you smile. Sam was so good to you, you were sorry for all of the trouble you had caused him lately. As you take your panties and bra from the pile, you notice the door was open a crack, and the three men were in a pretty heated discussion.

"What the hell do you mean Cas?" You heard Dean ask, frustration obvious in his voice.

"When I put a barrier between her memories and her powers, I learned something new. It has me worried, I'm not sure if your plan will work."

"What plan Cas? Our plan to cure her from being a Demon?" Sam questioned. You were almost afraid to keep listening, afraid they would catch you eavesdropping, or you would hear something you might not want to hear.

"Yes, that plan. When I was in her mind, I realized I had missed something earlier. She isn't a normal Demon, whoever turned her into a Demon, Crowley I presume, used an ancient and powerful spell, and I'm not sure the men of letters cure will work."

You didn't hear anyone talking, and you quietly dressed in the Navy blue tank, faded jeans, and plaid that Sam had picked for you. As you pull the plaid on, you hear Sam. "But would it hurt to try? If it doesn't harm her, than why not?"

You use this opportunity to walk out, wondering if they would let you know what they were talking about. But they didn't. Sam stayed silent, a thoughtful expression on his face, while Cas awkwardly stood there.

"I'm going on a food run. Want anything?" Dean questioned, throwing on his coat. After taking your orders, he left, and you sat on the bed, not sure what to do. You finally turn the tv on, laying back in bed. Sam gives you a reassuring smile before turning his laptop on.

"Need any help?" You ask, but he shakes his head.

Unable to concentrate on the horror movie playing on tv, you let your mind wander to what you had overhead, and what it meant for your future.