Demon Girl (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 24

You knew Sam would talk to you sooner or later about what had happened, you had just wished for a little more time to adjust to being awake again before he started the conversation.

You nod your head, hiding your groan of pain, showing Sam you were ready to hear the news, not trusting your voice to speak without cracking.

"First of all, how do you really feel? Any signs or symptoms of still being a Demon?" He asked you, concern evident in his voice, and in the tilt of his hazel eyes.

You take stock of your body, trying to shove the pain and soreness out of the way. Your head hurt, but not like it did when you were a Demon, and had gotten your memories back. Now it felt like a really bad hangover.

"I feel fine, that way anyways. My head feels back to normal, and right now I don't have the urge to kill anyone."

Sam started to reply, but Dean walked in again, this time followed by Cas. Cas smiled reassuringly at you, before standing next to Dean near the foot of your bed. Dean's arms were crossed against his flannel covered chest, his eyes on Sam as he waited to see what you had been talking about before he interrupted.

"Dean, Cas, Y/N was just telling me how she feels." Sam explained to them.

"And how do you feel?" Cas inquired, genuinely concerned.

You relayed your earlier comment, before starting to cough. Sam gave you another sip of water to soothe you parched throat, and finally you were able to relax again.

"Are you going to tell her Sam?" Dean asked, pushing Sam into motion. You turned your head towards Sam, worried that you might not like what he had to say.

Sam stood up, and started pacing, his long denim clad legs covering the small room quickly, and your heart started beating faster, knowing that the news must not be good.

"After you collapsed in front of the church, we had Cas try to heal you. He was able to heal your arm wounds, but that was all he could do. Crowley had vanished so we couldn't have him help. Then when you wouldn't wake up here, we waited to test you, not wanting to add any more discomfort for you. So we still have no idea if the cure worked or not."

Well that news wasn't as bad as you expected. You had expected them to say that the cure hadn't worked and that you were still a Demon, and they would have to lock you away.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get it over with." You say, acting a lot tougher than you felt. Inside you were shaking, not sure you wanted to know the truth.

Sam nodded, and grabbed a silver flask from his night stand. Dean pulled out a small plastic container of salt from his shirt pocket. They both stood next to your side, waiting for your okay to start.

Taking a deep, painful breath, you nod your head, and Sam opens the flask, pouring holy water on your arm. At first, you jump as the cold water made contact with your skin, but that was it. No burning, no stinging.

It was Dean's turn next. He had you open your mouth, and then he shook some salt on your tongue, and waited for the results. Of course you gagged, you already had cotton mouth, and the taste of the salt was horrible. However, no burning sensation or pain occurred, and you spat the salt back out, asking for a drink.

After Sam helped you with the water, you raised an eyebrow at them, waiting for their comments. No one spoke, each quietly in their own thoughts. Cas was the first to move, he came around the bed, and smiled down at you before placing two fingers on your forehead. You didn't mind when he did this, the glowing warm sensation replaced your throbbing headache, and you closed your eyes, loving the sensation.

Too quickly it was gone, and Cas stepped away, a perplexed look on his face.

"Cas, what is it?" You inquired.

"It's nothing." He assured you, but Sam wasn't going to be easily swayed.

"No Cas, please tell us." He nicely demanded, and Dean nodded his head in agreement.

"Well, you did the tests, and they worked, showing she wasn't a Demon. But when I placed my fingers on her forehead, it felt like something was left behind, some residue of the spell. And I don't know what that means. Maybe that's why I couldn't heal her at the church."

Of course you thought to yourself, nothing was ever easy with you. As the men started talking at the same time above you, you felt your eyelids get heavy, and you knew you wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer, let alone participate in this important discussion that was about you.

"Sam," You say, trying to get his attention, but he was too busy asking Cas about the cure and the residue, and you fell asleep before you could try again.