Something's Growing Stronger (Dean WinchesterXReader) #Wattys2016

The Eyes are the Doorway to your Soul

      You gazed into the black orbs of Dean's eyes. You could barely remember the emerald eyes of your boyfriend, him whenever he looks at you turning his demon eyes on to scare you. It barely scared you anymore, and Dean noticed that. But he still wouldn't let you see the green eyes that would reassure you at every glance. You and Sam would not give up, nor believe that Demon Dean was the real Dean. So back to current events. You were pinned against a wall, with a hammer at your head. Sam was in hiding, like you told him to. Somehow, Dean had escaped the closure he was in, and was on a rampage.
    "Come on, (Y/n). Look at me. Don't you like me?" Dean said, making you look at him. He had a puppy dog face, but it slowly spread into an evil grin. "This is the real me, (Y/n). When will you and Sam believe that?" Just then, holy water was thrown at Dean, and when Dean jumped back, Sam yelled, "get him!" So you grabbed his arms, and Sam put his good arm around his neck to keep closure. When you got into Dean's iron closure, you and Sam put him in the iron chair, and put some new leather straps on the arms. Dean glared at the both of you maliciously, before shooting insult after insult at the both of you, just like the other times.

Sam was the one that always injected the blood. You couldn't stand hearing some of the insults, or the bloodcurdling screams of Dean. When Sam left the room, he looked at you.
"Be careful in there. He's passed out, but if he wakes up, you can leave." Then Sam walked to the library, still searching for a cure on The Mark. You walked into the room, glad to have Ruby's demon blade at your side, and the holy water in your pocket. You leaned against the walls, looking at Dean's calm face. You closed your eyes, but heard movement. You cracked open one eye to see Dean struggling.
"Sam!? (Y/n)!? (Y/n)!" Dean looked at you, and this time your eyes were wide with shock. They were green. You cocked your eyebrow, then they became furrowed.
"No insults for me today?" You asked, skeptical. Dean's eyes widened.
"No! (Y/n)! It's me!"
"We'll see about that." You said, and took out the demon blade. You cut it along Dean's arm, expecting a reaction. There wasn't one. Then you quickly splashed the container of holy water in his face, and Dean just sat there with a sour expression...no pain. You smiled brightly, and hugged Dean tightly.
"It is you!" Dean laughed, and buried his wet face into your hair, missing how it smelled. Then, he looked at you, panicked.
"Wait-where's Sam? He didn't leave, did he?" You shook your head. "In the library, come on." You unbuckled the leather straps from his wrists, and walked into the library, Dean trailing behind you.
"Sam, I performed all the necessary tests, so don't freak out." This snapped Sam out of his daze, and he looked up from his book to look at you, then Dean. Evident hurt was in his eyes, but he looked happy to see Dean-his Dean. He ran up to Dean and hugged him very tightly. Dean returned the hug. You started to cry, and you hugged Dean too.
    "I'm so glad to have you guys back," Dean whispered, his voice cracking. You and Sam didn't say anything, just stood there in his arms.

 

Alternate aka darker and more depressing ending

Since your back was facing Dean, leading you to Sam, he pulled out the knife he had kept in his pocket since he let you out of his restraints, and fiddled with it in between his fingers. When you and Dean were about a hallway and a couple rooms away, Dean flipped you around. He flicked his eyes black.
  "Surprise, bitch." As you felt the betrayal, Dean stabbed the knife deep within your sternum, drive the knife deep into the heart. You let out one final squeak of his name, before you dropped down on the floor, dead. Dean smiled at your unmoving body and decided to finish the game of cat and mouse that he had started.
     Dean crept into the library, where Sam wasn't facing him.
    "Hey Sammy," Dean looked at Sam with his green eyes, and a pouty lip. He was hiding the knife in his belt.
   "It took me forever to get out of those restraints. Looks like the cure worked after all!" Dean smiled up at Sam. Sam just gave him a suspicious look.
    "...where's (Y/n)..."
   "She feel asleep, so I put her in her room," Dean said smoothly. Then, Sam brought Dean into a hug. Dean hugged back with one arm, and a malicious smirk grew into an evil grin. Dean pulled out the knife, and plunged it into Sam's stomach, twisting it a few times. Sam flew away from Dean, betrayal clearly on his face. Sam fell to the ground, clutching his stomach.
   "Close your eyes Sammy," Dean said, flashing his eyes black. Sam had evident hurt on his face.
    "You know I still love you. Even if you did kill me." Sam said quietly, taking his final breath, his chest not rising again. Dean started to laugh.
    "You should have believed me, Sammy." Dean took his brother's body and your body into an empty cell. He closed it, locking it. It's not like anyone would find this cell, much less the bunker. Dean smirked evilly, flashing his eyes black. He was prepared to wreck more havoc on the world.

There you guys go! XD

Have a serving of feels.

~ZoeHerondale17