Supernatural Imagines [ABANDONED]

Human-Part 2

Still *Female Reader* except in this part you find out why

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"Oh hell yes! Dean, turn it up!"

Dean grins back at you, twisting the knob. "Gladly."

"Pay attention to the road, idiot."

"Come on Dean," Sam groans. "Not this song again."

"Why do you have a problem with everything good in this world?"

"At least someone in this car has a good taste in music," you comment to yourself.

"Agreed." Dean turns the sound all the way up. "Come on, Sammy," he shouts over the music. "This is good shit!"

The chorus rolls in, and you can't wipe the grin off your face as you scream along with Dean.

"I'M ON THE HIIIIIIIIGHWAY TO HELL...derr nerrr...HIIIIIIIGH WAY TO HELL."

You make all the sound effects, pounding on every available surface. "HIIIIIIGHWAY TO HELL."

It's been months. You haven't exactly forgotten about Crowley, but there haven't been any signs of him anywhere. It's as if he's simply dropped off the map, plunging into a quiet existence. The Winchesters seem ready to give up, but you are determined to right all the wrongs he's done to you.

The brothers haven't removed your mark, either, but that's okay. You will wait until they are ready. Besides, you have the mark now, and you're happy. Just a few short months ago, you didn't think that such a thing would be possible for a creature like you. Then again, right now, shouting out the windows with the people you would do anything for, you felt anything but the shell of the creature you used to be. Right now, you feel...human.

"WOO! Yeah, baby that shit makes me feel ALIVE!" Dean shouts, throwing the volume back down as the song comes to a close. "Don't worry, Sammy, we'll ram those classics down your throat someh-"

"Hello, Dean."

The impala swerves violently, knocking the fun mood out of everyone.

Cas nods at each of you in greeting. "(Y/N). Sam."

"Shit, Cas!"

"Apologies."

"What's up, Cas?" You ask, because obviously he has something he needs to say.

The angel wastes no time in his report. He looks directly into your eyes as if he knows your past, knows why this is so important to you. Then, he says the three words you'd been dying to hear for the past three months.

"I found Crowley."

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Someone shouts your name, but you ignore them. Don't turn around, you tell yourself.

"(Y/N)!"

"Let me be alone for a while," you plead, turning abruptly. The three men in front of you wear looks of pity.

"We're worried-" Sam tries.

Don't. You feel your eyes flick black, and the trio jumps back in surprise. They haven't seen you do that since you met.

"I'm a demon," you spit. "I don't need your concern. And I sure as hell don't need your pity."

You sprint into the trees, the man-made woods providing temporary solace. You breathe in gasps of pine-scented air, trying to clear your head.