Supernatural Imagines 2

{9} Crowley

Requested by: HBTanner

Imagine: Crowley saving you.

It was that damn Mark of Cain. It changed Dean. It made him more bloodthirsty. He didn't want this, but it happened to him. He had to take a hit for the team, well several hits, and it was killing you. You were Dean and Sam's best friend, and seeing Dean like this killed you, but what could you do to stop it?

Nothing, unfortunately. But that doesn't mean you couldn't do everything in your power to try to protect Dean. But, even that doesn't work. Like tonight, for example, when Dean decided to take on an entire pack of werewolves by himself. Why? He was bored. But, his determination to kill doesn't make immortal, and the werewolves tore him up pretty bad.

You and Sam were sleeping when Dean came home. He opened the door, but couldn't walk further, so instead he starting screaming yours and Sam's name. You, being the lightest sleeper of them all, woke up pretty fast, and immediately ran down the stairs to find a bloody Dean with his shirt completely torn up. "Dean?" you asked.

"Help," he responded, before he started to collapse forward. You caught him, and you yelled Sam's name again. A moment later, Sam joined your side, and helped you move Dean to the couch. Once Dean was down, you saw your arms and hands, completely covered in Dean's blood, and tears threatened to fall from your eyes. How could Dean be this reckless?

"Y/N, get me the first-aid kit, now," Sam directed you, and you immediately followed his instructions, running up to the bathroom to retrieve the kit, and racing it back down to Sam. Four long hours later, Sam had patched up every wound that he could. Dean had passed out a while ago, and it was silent.

When Sam was done, he looked over at you, and saw your scared expression and watery eyes. "He's gonna make it, Y/N," he told you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "How do you know?" you asked him. "Because he always does," Sam replied with a small smile. "He isn't God, Sam. He's human, he can die, and I've never seen him this bad," you told him, and Sam's face fell. "He'll make it," he repeated, more to himself.

But, that empty promise wasn't enough for you. You needed more than that. You needed confirmation that he was going to be okay. But it was impossible to know Dean was going to be okay with the way he was right now, so you took matters into your own hands.

You ran up to your room and grabbed an empty box and filled it with various items before placing a picture of yourself in it. You snuck out of the house and went to the nearest crossroads. You buried the box, and waited for the demon to show up. It only took a moment for a man in a suit with red eyes to show up. "Y/N, what an interesting surprise," he said.

"I want you to heal Dean, completely," you stated, getting straight to the point. "Well, someone is in a rush. Who says I'm even willing to help you?" he asked. "You wouldn't be here  if you weren't going to help me," you replied, and he gave you an intrigued look. "True. Alright I'll help you, but there are some terms," he responded. "Name them," you told him.

"I can only give you one month. Healing the Winchesters is the most frowned upon thing in Hell, and it doesn't come without consequences, so only one month to say your goodbyes. After that, once the hellhounds come, you will also be put immediately on the torture rack," he explained. "Okay," you responded after taking a moment to think about what you were doing.

"One more thing, no trying to get out of the deal," he demanded. "That's actually another thing I was going to ask you. I want you to create this deal so that there is no way that I can possibly get out of it. Knowing Sam and Dean, they won't let this happen without fighting like hell to save me, and they're  usually pretty successful, I want you to destroy every possible way for me to get out of this," you responded. "Why?" he asked. "Because I know that if I get out of this deal, Dean drops dead, and all of this would have been for nothing," you answered.