#DEAN-WINCHESTER
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Status: Couple
Storyline: You had a car accident and drowned, trying to escape your vehicle. Dean sold his soul for you to live.
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Your vision was blurry, and the road was slippery. You take your right when a flash of lights got in your vision ground making you turn left down in the lake.
You heard glass cracking, and your engine stopped. You were losing air, as your car started filling up with water. You fight with your seatbelt, then the door. It was jammed. All you could think about was Dean's voice telling you to be safe on the road. Adrenaline kicked in when you decide to move your body trying to let you loose but there was nothing you could do. All you could see was total darkness, black.
"I don't know, she was driving correctly until this driver came up and flashed his highlights blinding her." The driver behind you explained to the cops. Sam and Dean receive a call from Bobby saying there was a woman who drove off the bridge and immediately went on the scene.
"FBI agents, I'm Agent Wilson and this is my partner, Forbes. Can we please have the information?" Dean asked showing his fake FBI badge. The cop nods looking at his pad.
"Y/N Huntley, 28, from Kansas, Lawrence." Sam and Dean's heart sank hearing your name. They ran over to your blanket-covered body cold on the metal tray.
"No, no. Baby, what happened. Wake up, God please." Dean cried holding your head.
"I'm guessing you knew the victim," the cop says looking at Dean's tears and Sam's broken look. "I'm sorry for your lost, here take this and bring her to the morgue yourself." The officer gives Dean a silver key with a locket number on it, it was your morgue section.
"How could this happen? I-I was on the phone with her an hour ago. I can't live without her, what am I supposed to do?"
"Look, we'll bring her over at Bobby's and find a solution." Dean pushes his brother away.
"You, Sammy bring her to Bobby's. I need to take some air, it's just too much." Sam decided not to argue with his brother that time because he knew he was hurt.
Sam not knowing his brother's plan brought the body to Bobby's. The old man wasn't there, so Sam didn't have to deal with the questions. He lay the corpse on Bobby's metal counter and uncover your face. "Why?"
Dean parked his impala at the end of the crossroad, where he opens his trunk and take a card with his picture and the box. He walks in the middle and buries the box tapping on the dirt after.
He looks around nervously, "Come on you son of a bitch! Show your damn face."
"Hello Dean, I was waiting for you." The beautiful woman flashed her real eyes and walked towards Dean. "Let me guess, Y/N?"
"Yeah," she laughs and backs away. "What's so funny?"
"Well first the brother, now the girlfriend. Ouch, must hurt."
"SHUT UP BITCH!" Dean was furious, he didn't need a demon reminding him of the people who died around him were loved ones.
"I can't do that, I'm sorry."
"You can't or you won't?"
"Won't. Dean, it's over. Deal with it." He shakes his head.
"No, no. Take my soul, 10 years, please. I'm begging you. Put yourself in my shoes."
She smirks and caresses his cheek, "Oh poor baby, I don't care."
"5!" She stops and walks back to him.
"Fine. Since I'm nice I'll give you 8 just because you're my favourite man."
"Deal," Dean grabs her and kisses the demon to seal the deal. He drove over to Bobby's in a hurry.
As Sam was searching in the books, you shot your eyes open and take in a breath. "Y/N? What the-Dean."
Sam takes his phone and starts dialing his brother's number. "Don't bother Sammy, I'm home. Y/N, God, I'm so happy to-"
You slapped him across the face leaving both guys surprised. You then kiss him hard, hugging him afterward.
"Ouch! What the hell was that for?"
"You sold your soul, Dean. How many she gave you huh? 3? 1?!" You ask afraid of the answer.
"I got 8, Y/N. 2920 days you are stuck with me." Dean smiles as you shake your head.
"Sammy, hey." You stand up and hug Sam, he caresses your head and looks at you.
"You're okay right?" You nod rapidly regretting it right away. Your head was killing you but you were happy to be alive.
"I love you for what you did but promise me you bastard it's the last time you do that?" You smack Dean on the chest, he looks at you hurt then nod.
"Love you too," Dean kisses your forehead bringing you closer to him.
