Supernatural Imagines{Completed}

Demon Blood

Slight Crowley×Reader, Winchesters×Sister!Reader.

Warnings: Angst, thoughts of suicide, self-harm, drinking of blood, swearing, 2275 words. (Sorry)

Second Point of View

Being the Winchester's sister was hard. You were born into the family business. Sam and Dean wouldn't let you fight because of a mistake from years ago. You stayed in the damn salt circle but the ghost walked through it, so how were you supposed to fight it without a weapon. Asshats.

It was their fault that they didn't give you a weapon to work with. Well, anyway they didn't let you hunt since then. They left you at the bunker with every hunt that they had. You were practically ignored by both of them. It pissed you off that you had to stay home to home sit.

'You aren't loved, Darling.' There was always that British voice in your head, but you never consulted with your brothers.

Just thinking about not being loved by your brothers made you feel small. That feeling of being empty was subsided when you started hurting yourself. Whether it was cigarette burns to cutting, you had the scars.

Everyday was the same, staying in your room for the time being. Your brothers were on hunt in Nebraska, so it wasn't too far away. They would check up once a day and that was it. Today, you decided to get up, you never really explored the bunker. You knew where the kitchen, library, and your room were.

You walked down the hallway when you reached a storage room. You looked at everything on the shelves. An awkward cough interrupted you, but you didn't see anyone. You saw a crack in between two shelves and moved one leading to an extension of the room. A man was hand cuffed to the chair that sat in the middle.

"Who are you?" You asked curiously.

"I know who you are, Darling." It was the voice in your head. He ignored your question.

"You-you're the voice in my head. What is your name and what are you?"

"The name's Crowley, King of Hell. You are (Y/n) Winchester, the flower I was hoping to help."

"How could you help me?"

"I know you have those scars on your arms and legs, they weren't from hunting. See, I want to help you with your problem." He smirked mischievously. "Comes with a small price."

"I am not selling my soul, if I wanted to die, I can find one of my brother's guns."

"No, no, no. I can't have a beauty like yourself die. But I have something to make sure you don't feel anything. You just have to let me go." He offered.

"What is it?"

"Demon Blood."

"I won't feel any pain?"

"Emotional pain, enough of it and physical pain won't be a problem either." He raised his eyebrows and you looked around. You finally found the keys hung on a nail. You shuffled through it looking for a possibility of the right key. You tried it on his cuffs and it worked. A soft click and he was free.

You grabbed another key to unlatch the metal around his neck. Once he was released he pointed to the devils trap underneath him. You scraped the heel of your foot finally breaking it.