Demon Girl (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 19

You swore under your breath. Of course Crowley would be waiting for you at the church, it was just your luck. Sam almost pushes you out of the way as he rushes over to where Crowley sat in the corner, intent on strangling the King of Hell. Crowley flicks his wrist, and Sam flies across the room, landing against the wall.

"Don't you dare hurt him, or any of them." You threaten.

Crowley comes walking towards you, looking as dapper as ever in his expensive black suit. A part of you wanted to rush over to him, and beg his forgiveness, but a bigger part wanted to stay where you were at, and fight.

"Darling, I won't hurt them if they won't hurt me. I just came to see how you were doing." He told you, and you could tell it was true. Crowley might be the King of Hell, but you were pretty sure that the man still cared about you, as much as a Demon could.

You see Sam start to stand up, and you hoped he wouldn't go after Crowley again. "As you can see, I'm fine. Now leave."

You watch as he keeps walking forward, not stopping until he stood right in front of you. He grabs your chin, holding your face still. He looks closely at you with his dark brown eyes, and you had to fight against the urge to jump into his arms. He notices, and the side of his mouth twitches.

"I see you still have some of the old Queen left in you, they haven't taken it all away. You know, you could leave them, and be my Queen again. This time I will let you keep your memories, and we can rule again together. I miss that." He whispers, so only you could hear.

"No," You say, not as forcefully as you had wanted. "I want to stay with Sam, and I want to try this cure."

You see Sam, Dean and Cas rushing over to you, but you give a slight shake of your head, and they stop.

Crowley moves his hand, so it rests on your cheek, surprising you. His eyes look sad, and you heart broke for him. "What if the cure doesn't work? Or if it does work, but kills you. Do you really want to take that chance?"

You knew what he was saying was true, but you knew you had to take the chance. "I know what might happen, but that doesn't change my mind."

He steps back, knowing that he couldn't change your mind. He looks back, at Sam. "I know you hate me, I would too for what I did. All I'm asking is you let me stay, that way if something goes wrong, I can help."

Sam starts to say something, but Dean places a hand on his arm, stopping him. He whispers in his ear, and Sam nods. "Fine, but we do this our way. You stay in the corner, and if you do anything wrong I will stab you with my knife. Got it?"

Crowley nods, and returns to his previous spot in the corner. The boys get to work, and you watch. Dean spray paints a devils trap on the floor, while Sam brings a chair, and handcuffs over. Seeing your questioning gaze, he explains. "Who knows what will happen, better be safe than sorry."

Cas walks in from the back room, carrying a cooler that you knew must have the blood in it. While you were waiting, you stood at the front window, staring out past the Impala, seeing the scenery but not paying much attention to it. Your stomach was churning, and you felt like you might get sick. Your palms were sweating, and you thought your whole body might start shaking soon. You were terrified of what might happen, or that you might not make it. Taking a deep breath, you tried to put on a brave front, not wanting Sam to see how worried you were.

When you turned, you ran into a chest, and you knew automatically that it was Sam. You tilt your head, looking into Sam's worried face. "How are you holding up?" He said quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear.

You knew you couldn't lie to him, but you couldn't for the words anyways. You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes. He crushed you in a hug, and you hold on as tight as you can. It was nice that he didn't expect you to speak, and he knew that you needed contact more than words right now.

"It's ready," Cas told you, and you break away from Sam, wiping the tears from your face. Dean is standing there, and he pulls you into a big bear hug. "Don't worry Y/N, everything will work out. I can't lose my annoying sister in law yet." Dean jokes, and you appreciate it.

Cas smiles at you, but says nothing, and you didn't mind. It was enough that he was doing this for you. Crowley stays silent in the corner, having already said his piece when you first arrived.

Taking another deep breath, you walk into the devils trap, and sit down in the old, wooden chair. Sam follows with the handcuffs, and gently places them around your wrists and the chair. He then places more shackles on your ankles, making sure you were securely attached to the chair.

Cas pulls out the first needle, and you shudder, you always hated needles. Sam takes it from him. "She's my wife, it should be me that does it."

Cas agreed, stepping back, next to Dean, and they watch as Sam steps over the line, joining you in the devils trap.

"I love you," he tells you, before pushing the needle into your arm. You grimace in pain, but it wasn't too bad. Sam pulls the needle out, and steps back, out of the trap.

You all wait, watching for signs that something would go wrong. You sit there, feeling nothing at first. But then a pressure grows, a warm burning sensation moving from your arm, through your bloodstream to your head, causing you to moan.

"Y/N?" You hear Sam question, but a pounding in your ears blocks out the rest, and you moan agin. The pressure in your head builds, and you were pretty sure the purified blood was going to kill you. Then it fades away, and you blink, feeling much better.

"Y/N, are you okay?" They asked worriedly, and you weren't sure how to answer.