Crossing Paths (A Supernatural X Reader Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Your body was sluggish when your eyes opened, a crying Ava and Marcus huddled over you. Shooting up on the couch, they cried in alarm, falling back in fright.

You turned to look at them, body aching as you moved. Ava touched your cheek gently, as if a single touch would break you. You leaned into the touch, purring at the warmpth radicating off of her skin.

Crowley walked into the room, quickly running to your side.

"She's bloodly alive?!" He gasped, making you stare at him.

Jumping off the couch, you gripped his neck, making the both of you tumble to the floor. You pressed down on his neck, hoping to kill the man.

"You bastard, you tried to kill me!" You hissed, his face turning red.

The air around you shifted, your body being pulled but smashed together at the same time. When you blinked, you were on the ground, in the middle of a huge circle. Crowley rose to his feet, brushing off his suit as three shotgun barrels were pointed at him. You squeaked, seeing the guns loaded, using Crowley as a sheild.

*Dean P.O.V.*

"Crossroad demons?" He echoed, grabbing the loaded shotgun from the trunk, tossing one to Sam.

"Yeah, they make deals with humans, then take their souls to Hell." John said, closing the trunk.

Strolling in front of the Impala, Dean and Sam follow him to the crossroad. John tosses a can toward him, which Dean catches midair, the shotgun under his arm. Shaking the can, he hands the gun to Sam, beggining to draw the trap in the dry dirt.

Sam awkwardly holds the guns, trying to point the barrels toward the ground in case they went off. John stood in the middle of the star, digging  a hole in the center of the star, placing a metal box in it before covering it up.

Dean chunked the can behind him, it landing somewhere as his Dad quickly gets out of the trap. Dean takes his gun from Sam, standing close to the boy while John quickly snatches his.

The silence was eerie while the seconds ticked on, the demon failing to show. Sam peered up at Dean, while he looked at Dad, both wondering why it didn't work.

Crunching dirt made Dean flick his gun in the direction of the red trap, two demons stuck inside. One was a short, stocky guy in his mid 40's with a black trenchocat covering his black suit with a crimson tie. The other one was a small girl around Sammy's age, (h/c) hair framing her (s/c) face, atop the man her fingers wrapped around his throat. Looking up, her silvery eyes peirced the darkness like the moon glowed in her eyes. The older man shoved her off, brushing the brown dust off his coat, glaring at John, his eyes blood red. The girl squeaked, scrambling behind the man, using him as a sheild.

Dean smirked at the action, but it faltered as the girl stared at him, the pieces clicking together. The silver eyes belonged to the child he rescued long ago. His gun clattered to the floor, causing John and Sam to throw a glance his way.

Ignoring his son, John walked to the edge of the trap, training the gun on the man, who growled at him.

"Very uncivilized, but that'swhat I would expect from humans." The demon spat, the girl elbowing him angrily.

*Your P.O.V.*

Dean flicked his hand, your eyes trailing to the man, who's gun rested in the dirt below. You slightly tilt you head in confusion, eyes narrowing at him, trying to piece together what was happening.

Somehow, you had teleported when trying to strangle Crowley, ending up in God knows where, in the middle of the night. Looking down, you kick the dirt with your sock, seeing the red star you were standing in.

Glancing back up at the emerald eyed boy, you see him motioning for you to come to him. You creep closer to him, stepping out of the circle just as a gun goes off, pain erupting in your shoulder. You drop to the ground, your body numb as voices echoed into your skull, curling yourself into a ball.

Warm hands pick you up, your head rolling to the side, eyes shut from the pain. You are placed in someones lap, the hands resting on the sides of your face. You leap from the person, eyes snapping open, seeing emerald- eyed boy's shocked expression.

Whipping around, you see Crowley at the edge of the circle, growling curses and spitting foul names at the eldest man, his shotgun already reloaded.

"You bastard." You seethe, teeth gritting together as you march your way to him.

He points the barrel at you while you advance toward him, Dean reaching to stop you, failing as you rip your arm away from him. John shots your chest, the harmless salt embedding into your skin, ripping holes in your black shirt as you hiss at him. Another shot comes from behind, this time the younger boy was to blame.

Dean janked the gun away from Sam, tossing the thing to the floor as John took warry steps backwards. He pulls out a flash, splashing water onto you, a few drops landing on Crowley's face, who hisses as it burns his flesh.

Arms wrap around your waist, picking you up like a doll and carrying you away from John. You fight Dean, kicking and bucking, trying to losen his grip.

Anger flodded your veins, goosebumps erupting from you flesh as you growled, "Stop."

Dean stopped in his tracks, releasing you from his arms, making your lips curl in a smirk.

His face turned into a scowl as you ran to Crowley, but a arm clotheslined you, making you tumble to the dirt.  Scrambling away, you see the green- eyed boy swinging at the older man, who seemed to dodge the teen's fists easily. Taking the moment to flee, you dash into the woods, using your legs  to move you father away with each stride.

Branches whipped at your face, clawing at your jacket as your muscles screamed in pain. Fear motivated you futher, the pain in your chest, back and shoulder push you to the brink. A root catches your foot, causing you to fall forward, your arms snapping open, catching your body before crashing to the sodden earth.

Blood seeped from your gritty palms as you pulled yourself to your feet, barely catching your breath as you take off into the thick underbrush.

Breaking through the forest, you find yourself back at the crossroad, the men glaring at you. The boy was on the ground, clutching bloody fists, while crimson dripped from his nose. The older man wore a few bruses on his arms, with a purpling eye and blood dripping down his lips.

"You have some questions to answer." The man said, causing green- eyed boy to look up.

"Why did you come back?" He asked, rising from the dirt.

You stood there, lowering your head. You actually didn't know why you came back, you thought you were running away.

"I don't know." You whispered, glaring at the ground.

A hand gripped your shirt front,lifting you from the ground, eye level with the man.

"You killed those people early, you filthy demon." He growled, spittle flying on your face.

Disgusted, you reach up, wiping the saliva from your face, before reeling your arm back, landing your clenched fist on the bridge of his nose.

He dropped you in suprise, blood squirting from his nose as you hit the ground, running over to help the boy from the ground.

You pick Dean up, leaning him against the Impala as he clutches his nose, trying to stop the blood from flowing.

"Hey, thanks." You say, placing a small kiss on his bruised cheek.

A smile dances on his lips as he wraps you in a hug, relishing in the moment before you pulled away.

"Dean." He says, holding out a bloodied hand.

You grip his hand, "(Y/n)."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a naughty girl you've been." A voice purred, your head whipping around.

To be contuined...