supernatural one-shots

Supernatural imagine

Title: Two Demons In A Bar

I need you.
You know where I'm hiding.
Your King, xx
You looked up from the sudden text message that had come through your phone, and grinned, your eyes quickly flashing a black color. Brushing your hair away from your face, you bent down, and picked up your dirt covered jacket.
"Much apologies, sweetheart. We're going to have to continue our play date later." You coyly spoke, turning to look at the angel you had captured and tied to a post. He groaned, spitting blood out from his mouth.
"Where are you going?" He asked, still trying to hold a grasp to a somewhat powerful, dignified voice. You chuckled, standing straight as you shrugged on the jacket. Bringing your hair down from its already messy ponytail, you shook your head around, trying to get rid of the blood and grime.
"The king needs me!" You exclaimed, glee evident in your voice. The angel snorted, raising an eyebrow.
"I thought Crowley was dead." You laughed, shaking your head as you ran your hand through your hair.
"Not dead. Just playing hide and seek." You stood on your tiptoes, and kissed the angel's cheek, winking as you spun around. "Don't wait up for me, sweetie."
"Wait!" He shouted as you sauntered away. "Aren't you going to untie me?" You loudly laughed.
"What are you? New to the job? Rookie's play, mister. I'm leaving you here to either rot, or find some help a few days later. But if I haven't heard from you in a couple weeks, I'll make an anonymous tip to some friends." You grabbed your duffel bag off the metal table, slinging it over your shoulder.
"But you still haven't answered my question!" He shouted, trying to gain your attention. "Where are you going?" Looking over your shoulder, you grinned.
"Where do you think? I need to make a good impression! I'm going shopping."
_ _ _ _ _
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt
"So sexy, it hurts
"And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan
"New York, and Japan"
You'd heard that Dean Winchester was an extraordinary man with wondrous skills, but, obviously, none of the people who had told you this had ever heard him sing. You cringed at his vocals, sitting at the bar with your legs crossed as you watched the tall man. And finally, you let a sigh escape your lips.
"Not enjoying the show, I see." You grinned at the familiar voice that you knew all too well. Turning to your right, you saw Crowley standing there, smirking at you.
"For some quaint little reason, I would've thought Dean Winchester was a better singer." He hummed at this.
"Ah, alas, the Winchesters were not blessed with vocals in their blood." You lowly laughed to yourself.
"It's been quite some time since I've seen you last, my king." You murmured. He chuckled.
"You know how business is, Abbigale . Things tend to get a bit knotted up when you have a plan." You hummed, nodding.
"They do, don't they?" And now, a long silence ensued between the both of you. Finally, you decided to break the silence. "So, then, what is it? What's our plan?"
"Just gain the lad's honesty for a while. Try to train him; he's becoming weaker. And less obedient, if I do say so myself. Just do something to the damn man." You breathed a laugh, and turned to say something to Crowley, but he was already gone. Smiling, you looked up at the stage, and found Dean Winchester had finished his karaoke - thankfully. Turning back around to face the bar, you waved two fingers to the bartender.
"Jack Daniels." You called out. He nodded before bringing out a bottle, and pouring it into a glass.
"You sure you don't want somethin' a little more fruity for you?" Turning to your right at the sudden voice, you found Dean Winchester sitting there. You smiled, shrugging your shoulders.
"And who says I gotta drink something fruity?" He chuckled to himself as the bartender brought out your drink, and set it in front of you.
"I wasn't really implying, so much as I was offering to buy it for you." You laughed.
"I don't even know you." You retorted, trying to play off the role of innocence. Dean laughed, too, the ends of his eyes crinkling. But there was something fake in those green irises of his.
"No, you don't. But you seem to know my friend back there - you know, Crowley." You raised an eyebrow at this. "I saw you talking to him while I was up on stage." You took a sip of your drink, nodding.
"Right, yeah, by the way, some voice you've got there." You said jokingly. "But, yeah, I know Crowley. We've been what you can call acquaintances for quite some time." He nodded now, seemingly understandingly as he waved his hand at the bartender, and pointed to your drink before raising one finger. The two of you remained silent while the man poured Dean his drink, and set it in front of him. And, mind you, quite elegantly, Dean raised the drink to his lips, and took a sip before bringing it back down to rest between his hands.
"You know," He began, "You're a pretty damn good liar. Because I know for a fact that Crowley's not the type to have acquaintances." And before you quite knew what was happening, Dean had managed to flip over a few chairs, pin you to the wall, and bring out his trusty blade - the First Blade. He held it to your neck as the people in the bar screamed, and cried out.
"Dean," You murmured, grinning, "I'm disappointed. Didn't your mother ever teach you your manners?" Swiftly, you sent Dean flying to the other side of the room, the First Blade on the floor. Pushing yourself off the wall, you took long, slow strides over to Dean with a smile. As you surveyed the room, you noticed everyone had run out of the building at the sudden outburst - even Crowley was gone.
"But you're right." You finally pointed out, kicking away his blade. "I'm not his acquaintance, and Crowley doesn't usually have any. as well. But you know what he does have? Demons. Lots, and lots of loyal demons." You were close to him now, holding his face with your hands as your eyes flashed back. "And, baby, I'm the loyalist of them all." He snorted, letting his own eyes turn black.
"Yeah, well, don't think yourself too special, sweetheart." You stared, amazed at the handsome man.
"So, then, the rumors are true." You murmured. "You really are one of us now." He snorted, shaking his head out from your grasp.
"Oh, God, don't say that. You sound like one of those twins from the bad horror movies. I'm nothing like any of you." You grinned, shrugging as you took a couple of steps back.
"Don't be so pessimistic, Dean." You murmured. "After all, I'm here to make you the best you could be." He rolled his eyes, struggling to release himself from you psychic grip.
"So, then, that's what you and Crowley were talking about. Trying to set up some big plan, are you?" You laughed, shaking your head.
"Of course not. If I'm being honest," You began, warily speaking, "I'm looking to get out of this whole demon business just as much as you are. Fun fact, being bitter and torturing the innocent isn't exactly easy work." He pressed his lips tightly together, and you could see his jaw set.
"Let me down." He muttered.
"Only if you promise you won't use that fancy blade of yours on me." You warned. He angrily puffed a breath out from his lips, and grimly nodded. Immediately, you let him fall to the floor.
"See, Dean? I trust you. Why can't you trust me?" And before you could say anymore, he picked himself up, and stalked your way, once again backing you up against the wall. You could feel his heavy breathing against your face, warm and alcohol scented.
"Get out of here." He muttered, venom lacing every word. You looked up at him, trying your best innocent puppy face.
"Why? I thought we had something going on between the two of us." He remained silent, staring at you with hot eyes. "Don't deny it, Dean." You whispered, letting your hand trail from his jaw, to his neck, and then down to rest on his shoulder. "I know that look in your eyes. I am a demon, after all. Do you know what I call that? Lust."
And, without a warning, he harshly pressed his lips to yours, pushing you hard against the wall as his lips did all the work. You grinned into the kiss, reaching your arms around his neck as you scratched at the hairs on his neck, and Dean held your face tight between his hands. It was all so furious and hot - nothing like any other kiss you'd experienced before. But then, all too soon, it was over and the both of you were heavily breathing.
"I can give you what you want, Dean." You breathed out. "I can give you anything you want." He opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow.
"Anything?" You nodded.
"Say it, and it's yours. I'm supposed to be working for Crowley, but the truth is I've tired of the king. You sound a lot more interesting right now." Dean ignored your statement, warily and nervously asking the question that had been on the tip of his tongue since he'd become what he hunted only months before..
"Can you turn me back?" He asked with hope. You grinned at him, trailing your fingers down his chest.
"Give me some time, more kisses like that, a few lies to work with Crowley, and I'm sure I'll figure something out." You heard what sounded like a relieved sigh from Dean. "So, is it a deal?" You asked. He smirked.
"I don't even know your name." You shrugged.
"What does it matter?" And with that, you pressed your lips to his once more. And in between the closeness of it all, you managed to murmur one sentence.
"My name's Abbigale ."