Supernatural One-shots!

Dean.x.reader I cant listen...

http://kaz2y5-imagines.tumblr.com/post/151365369327/dean-we-should-go-back-you-should-be-there

Imagine: Being possessed by a demon and dean not being able to handle listening your exorcism
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"Shit!" Your vessel growled as you looked above at the symbol on the ceiling.... Devils trap.

"Well... well... well...." a voice echoed behind you making you freeze momentarily. Your eyes rolled as you turned sassily to look at the three men behind you, standing on the edge of the trap, "Look at what we have here, sammy."

"I know, almost a carbon copy of our (y/n)." Sam said with an evil tint in his eyes.

"Well, about time you idiots caught up. I was getting quite bored." Your body said, the demon swaying your weight to one side, crossing your arms. It eyed the three of the men down. Sam standing tall, eyes squinted with Ruby's knife in his hand. Dean standing, eyes wide and glaring at you like a warning. Then cas stood in between, he wasn't sure on what to do but you could see his true, form. It wasn't as bright and glowing as it once was. It was dimming.

"Yeah, well, funs over. If you wouldn't mind handing our friend over that'd be swell." Dean snapped. The demon cackled, causing Sam, Dean, and Castiel to cringe at the sound of "your" laugh.

"Now, why would I do that?" The demon teased, twirling, "I kinda like this body."

"Sorry, sweetheart, we like it too. Now if you can just hand her back maybe we'll kill you quick."  Dean said, almost on cue Sam flipped the demon knife in hand, making it land perfectly in his palm.

Your eyes squinted, eyeing sam up and down with a smirk on your face.

"Come on, big boy. You won't lay a scratch on the pretty little thing, would ya?"  It teased, swaying your hips accordingly.  Your heels clicking on the dirty cement floor as you stood at the edge of your boundary. Teasingly, the demon made a pouty face whilst tucking your (h/c) hair behind your ears.

"Who said anything about scratching?" Sam said, a maniacal smirk laced his lips as he placed the knife back in his pocket. Your eyes widened and before you knew it your shoulders were forced down onto a hard chair. Before it could speak you were strapped down.

"Hey! What the hell-...?" You screamed,  but was met with only two men at the barrier. You turned around as far as it could to see Castiel's blue eyes glaring coldly down at it. He snapped his fingers and it automatically felt a burning sensation on your wrists.

"Holy water doused ropes!" Deans voice shouted as yours screamed. "Burn like hell!"

"Ha! And you two would know!" The demon spat as it writhed in the chair. It watched as Sam and Dean uncomfortably shift at their remembrance of hell wards made the demon cower inside you.

"Sammy, send this bitch back to hell and get our (y/n) back." Dean snapped as he watched his little brother walk towards the girl he loved. Sam stood tall, staring down at the small, weak frame beneath him. The demon flashed your (e/c) eyes to the jet black pits with a smirk. Sam's lip twitched and he finally narrowed down his gaze into a bone crippling stare.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio-" Sam chanted, the demon thrusted around screaming.

"Sammy please!" Your voice came through, trying to trick him and use his emotions against him to make him stop.

""Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica-" He continued.

Being exorcise felt like being burned inside out. It felt like a blazing fire wielding knives was tearing through your soul and outward. Part of you really was screaming because the demon was refusing to leave.

"Sammy! Sammy! Dean please stop it hurts-ah! Castiel help me!" The demon tried as it screamed. Sam's voice began to quake as he looked up at his brother and Castiel, but he didn't stop which made the screams get louder and much worse.

"I can't do this-...." dean whispered to himself. His eyes filled with water as he quickly left the scene to gather himself. Sam didn't stop the exorcism, but gave Cas a look which transferred clearly to him. Go check on Dean.

"Dean." Cas stated as he met with a distraught Dean Winchester, passing back and forth on the dirty floor. His boots clumping on some random glass shards beneath him as he ran a shaky hand over his tired face and through his blond hair.

"I'm fine Cas I just can't-"

"Dean!"

Dean started shaking. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes as he gathered himself. He couldn't bare listening to your screams. He wanted to punch everything. He wanted to scream and cry and kill every last thing that stood in his way of doing so.

"Dean, that's not (y/n). The demon possessing her vessel is trying to trick you. This is its game."

"Dean, please help me!"

"Don't listen to it. This is its plan." Cas said reassuringly. He grabbed Deans shoulder as Dean once always did for him in a time of need. Dean stood straight up and looked Cas in the eyes. He gave a week smile and sniffled up the last bit of courage he had to walk into the room with him.

It was unusually quiet and that made his heart sink. They walked into the room together quickly to see Sam kneeling down in front of the chair.

"Sam?" Dean began. Sam got up from the floor and turned to look at his big brother with a smile on his face. He moved away from your form as Dean rushed closer. Dean moved towards you, your head slumped lazily on your shoulder and your eyes closed.

"(Y/n)?" Dean said, shaking your shoulder gently.  Time went by slowly as your eyes began to open. A cocky smile placed on your face.

"What I miss?" You asked, before passing back out.