Something's Growing Stronger (Dean WinchesterXReader) #Wattys2016

I Feel Like a Monster

Skillet!!! XD I MUST CONFESS THAT I FEEL LIKE A MONSTER!!! That's probably the only song I like from Skillet. I shall go now.

You held the bloody knife in your hand. It wasn't your fault you took the mark of Cain, Dean passed it on. But he didn't know to whom. Until you started to possess the symptoms Dean had. Then, one day, he wrestled you to check the crook of your elbow. Just as he had thought, the mark of Cain glowed defiantly. You had flicked your eyes black for him, and grinned devilishly. Now, you're at where you are now. You were marching around the silent bunker with a knife in your grasp. It had taken you forever, but somehow you had gotten out of your jail.

     You had gotten no where. The boys weren't anywhere you looked, but there was still three hallways to search. You smirked. You could sense something down the second one.
    "What is behind door number two?" You laughed slightly and crept down the hallway. Sam had his back towards you, and you smiled evilly. Right when you brought the knife down. Sam turned over and grabbed your arm with his good one. You growled. Eventually, Sam grabbed your hand tight enough where you dropped the knife, and Dean came behind you with a demon knife to your throat. You smirked.
     "Oh, hey Dean-o! Never thought that you'd come out!" You chuckled as he pressed the knife deeper to your throat.
   "You don't scare me, Winchester." I smiled, and Sam just looked so hurt. He could see all the pain on Dean's face.
  "Do it." These words rang clear through the bunker. You flashed your eyes black at Sam and chuckling turned into maniacal laughter. You kicked your heel into the place where the sun does not shine, and stood in front of the two Winchesters, holding the knife.
    "I'll give you three seconds to run." You said, and closed your eyes. You counted the seconds and waited to hear their breathing. It was behind a wooden door...that lead no where.
Perfect.
You discarded the knife and broke a glass box with your fist. It contained a hatchet. You grabbed the hatchet, walked to the door, and began to hack at it. Once you could see dean's frightened but determined face, you laughed.
  "You know Dean," you kept hacking at the door, "personally, I like the disease!" Then you smiled at Dean. He was so sad, so scared. But he wouldn't show it. And when Cas was behind you, he didn't change at all. When you were almost in, Cas wrapped his arms around you very tightly, encasing you in a holy cage of some sort. Your eyes turned black, and you began screaming in rage. Cas' eyes turned blue, and you and him were gone. He put you back in your restraints, and fixed any problems like leaky pipes for example. Team Free Will hopes to cure you one day. Maybe today just isn't the day.