Demon Girl (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 21

Groaning, you come too. As your eyes open, you see everyone else brushing the broken glass off, and you knew you hadn't been out very long.

"Is everyone okay?" You say, your voice gravelly and hoarse from your last bout of the cure. Your head ached, and your limbs felt heavy.

"I think everyone will be fine." Cas replied, healing a small cut on Dean's face. Sam, you could see, had a gash above his eye. Cas tried to heal it, but Sam brushes him away.

The wind that was howling through the broken windows had burned out all the candles, and it was only your superior Demonic vision that let you see well enough.

"Crowley?" You question.

"Still here my love, " He answers.

You turn to his voice, seeing him brushing glass off of his suit coat, still in the corner of the church. "Would you mind relighting all the candles?"

He shrugs his shoulder before flicking his wrist, and soon the church was once again bathed in candle light.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" Sam asks, standing at the edge of the trap.

"Like I've been hit by a truck. I wish it would be over with by now." You tell him.

He takes another syringe, number 6 you think, and crouched in front of you. With his impressive height, he was still eye level with you when he crouched. He placed his hand over yours, giving you some comfort.

"I'm so sorry. This hurts so bad, watching you go through this. If I could take it away from you, I would."

"I'm know you would, and I love you for that. But can you just stick me already and get it over with? "

He did, and you howled in pain. Even the needle going in this time hurt, and you could feel the entire building start to slightly shake.

Your nose starts to bleed again, and your tears this time were tinted red. Your eyes were black, and you screamed as your blood turned boiling hot.

A bolt of lightning hit outside near the Impala, and even in your state, you heard Dean start cussing.

Your heart was beating fast, and you felt uncomfortable in your own skin, like it was too tight.

You were moaning, mumbling incoherently, as the pain coursed through your body, and you try to pull your arms out of the cuffs, needing to scratch your skin, or peel it off, it was bugging you so much.

Finally, your body starts to cool down, and you slump forward in the chair, unable to hold your head up anymore.

"Y/N?" You hear Sam holler, but you had no energy left to acknowledge him.

Soon you feel hands on your head, tilting your head up. You stare up at him, so tired you weren't even able to smile to reassure him.
Your face is covered in blood, from your red tears to your bloody nose, but your eyes had returned to their normal color.

You start to close your eyes, exhausted beyond belief, but Sam shakes you, trying to keep you awake. "Come on honey, please stay with me."

Crowley finally moves from his corner, standing at the edge of the trap, examining you. "I don't think it's working," he tells Sam. "I really wonder if it's trying to kill her, it shouldn't be working like this."

Sam let go of your head, and you let it drop to your chest. He throws his hands up. "So what? Are we supposed to stop now? We only have two more shots left, are we supposed to throw them away, and let her stay a Demon forever?"

Crowley looked at you again, and you missed the pity in his eyes, because yours were closed.

"Wouldn't it better for her to be a Demon than for her to be dead? This time there would be no coming back, she would be gone forever. Do you really want that?"

Gathering enough strength you speak, "Another."

The effort cost you dearly, and you coughed, feeling liquid on your lips. Sam wipes it off, and looks down at his finger in horror. His finger was covered in your blood. "No Y/N, I don't think we should go on."

"Another," You said, louder this time.

Knowing it was your choice, Sam grudgingly went over to Cas, who handed him another syringe. Cas and Dean stayed silent, but supportive.

Sam looks at the syringe in his hand, twirling it around instead of pushing it into your arm. You lift your head up, your eyes red from all the pain and exhaustion.

"Y/N, are you sure? You know it doesn't matter to me that you are a Demon. I would rather have you, black eyed, then dead." He whispered, only loud enough for you to hear.

"Please Sam, I want to be the real me again, or die trying," You replied, and he nodded, tears streaming down his face.

He gently pushes it into your arm, and you moan as your tender arm burns. He pulls it out, and steps back, just out of the trap, but staying close enough if you needed him.

This time, your veins were ice cold, and you couldn't stop shivering. You shook so hard, the chair started to tip over, and Sam raced in, righting it before you could fall over.

"Sam, get out of there!" Den yelled, rushing forward to pull his brother out of danger. But Sam has already moved outside of the trap, and watched as your teeth chattered uncontrollably. The barrier holding your powers dormant, shattered under the cold pressure, and it started snowing in the church.

"What the..." Dean muttered, and Crowley strode forward.

"Her powers are free. We could be in for an interesting time. Maybe you and Moose should leave, leave her to Cas and me. We won't get hurt as easy as you two knuckleheads."

"No, I won't leave her." Sam told Crowley. Just then you scream, as your skin starts to turn blue from the cold pulsing through your body. As you scream, the ground rumbles, and the trees outside crash to the ground.

As soon as it started, the effects of the cure stopped, and you slumped forward again in your seat, your skin returning to normal, and the snow slowly stopping.