Synopsis : In which Dean confronts a Demon.
Contains : Swearing.
Third Person's.
"What's Hell like?"
Her head snapped towards him, confused as to why he decided to talk to her after threatening her seconds ago. He was sitting there, back against the colour-fading wall, staring at the suppose to be only way out and way in to the basement, that was now blocked with multiple large blocks of cement.
"Hell." She answered, nonchalant.
"Bitch." Dean muttered, now staring at her.
"It's true, thought. It's crazy down there, full of chaos and blood and anger. Hell makes Demon what they truly are. Hell twists the once human soul into a ruthless one." She truthfully said.
"So you're a crazy black-eyed bitch then?"
"No." She scoffed when she heard Dean chuckled, "I might be a Demon but not of all us are the same."
"Care to elaborate?"
"I don't fit there, in Hell. I've always known I was different. I want freedom, to live somewhat peaceful and not to cause chaos or blood filled streets. That's why when the Gate of Hell opened, I took the chance. I took it and fled right here." Y/N explained.
"And you expect me to believe you?"
"I don't care if you don't, Winchester. But just so you know, I didn't kill anyone. I don't kill innocent people for entertainment. I obey in orders and only one person give me those."
Dean sat little straighter, eyes narrowed and lips turned into frown, "Who?"
"Your brother."
He scoffed, "Easy there, tiger. You mean to tell me that Sammy, my baby brother, is giving you orders to kill?"
"He was supposed to, Azazel said so. There was an army, that Sam would lead and I was on it. I accept Sam as my leader, our leader, but he didn't sucessed at Azazel's game and died. I was ready to obey him, serve him, to be his soldier." She explained, standing up and circle inside the Devil's trap, which she currently trapped in, "Not all Demons are bad, Dean. Some of us have heart, felt emotions and thoughts. We're not some heartless bitches you hunters gets to kill everytime you hit the road, some of us are trying to fit in. Some of us are good but turn bad when you hunters killed our family and friends." She paused as she lean closer to Dean as the trap could allow her, "So I'm gonna ask you. Who's the real monster between us, Dean?"
"It's our job." He defended.
"Job, my ass." she spat. "You, hunters, just kill demons because you see them as threats, without knowing if those demons killed people or not. No, you just kill every demon you encounter with that blade of yours."
Dean scoffed, "Well, aren't you all shed blood?"
"Not all of us are the same, Winchester," she said, "I didn't kill anyone since I was turned into a demon and I don't care if you don't believe me. You're not the boss of me anyway, your brother is."
Dean shook his head, "This is pointless." He whisper as he fidget with his fingers.
Why hasn't she killed anyone? Demons were supposed to be ruthless, arrogant killing machine but this one, she doesn't look like any of that. But Demons lied too, they tell lies to twist your brain and to change your judgements. But when she said those words, it was like a soft whisper, smooth and can really hear the sincerity. He didn't saw her stutter on her own words, he didn't saw her eyes turned black when she was talking and she didn't even used her powers when she and Dean first came here to talk, without the Demon trap involved.
Maybe, just maybe, that she was right. That Demons aren't the same and hunters just killed every monster on sight without knowing the important details. Maybe, she wasn't lying, that she was telling the truth this whole time. Maybe, she was really different from her kind, that she really didn't fit in at the Demon's world.
"Believe it or not," she suddenly said, causing Dean to slightly jump. "I know why you asked what's Hell like. Because your going to find out sooner, am I right?"
Dean clenched his jaw, curling his hands into fists. He didn't know why she knew that, knew what was going to happen after a year.
"I'm not here to judge you, Winchester. I know you did it to save your brother, you sold your soul exchange for your brother and understand you."
He scoffed, "You? understand me? honey, you ain't the one who sold their soul to bring back their loved ones. Because you don't know me, sweetheart."
"You're wrong." she spat. "You don't know me, Dean. You don't know my story for you to judge me easily. You don't know how I turned into one of these Demons. You don't know how many people I saved by selling my soul to Crowley. You don't know a single thing about me."
She huffed as tears slowly filled her eyes, she turns her face away from Dean, not wanting him seeing her in such a state. She bit her lip, shaking her head. She feels pathetic, being judge by someone who was meant to kill her in the first place. She was weak for a Demon, she knew that.
"Hey."
She jumped as she felt Dean's hand in her shoulder, rubbing it for comfort. She can feel his body heat, meaning he was just an inch or two behind her. Slowly, she turned to face him. He managed to sent her a small smile when she gaze at him. He was attractive, more attractive when he smiled, even a small one.
He carefully cupped her cheeks, brushing away the tears that she couldn't suppress. Her eyes look so much brighter up close, even with unshed tears. Her lips turned into small frown which causes him too, the small smile in his lips vanished at the sight of her.
Dean carefully leaned in, slowly pressing his forehead against her's. He wanted this to enjoy, being close to her without having second thoughts about her intentions. He wanted to know her more, much more that he wanted to be with her 24/7.
Then, their lips met. It wasn't forced nor hard, it was gentle, like an apologize. His apologize for judging her and him being an asshole to her. It was just seconds but it felt like minutes, hell, even hours. As Y/N didn't want to admit it, it felt heavenly.
"I'm sorry, for judging you."
"Wha-"
"You were right, I don't know you. I don't know you and I judge you for what you are. I assumed wrong things and accused you of killing people because you're a Demon. I'm sorry for being an asshole, I'm sorry if I was worse. I just, this is the kind of life that I was raised in and I'm more of a 'shoot first, ask questions later.'"
"Dean-"
"I want to know you, and I don't mean it as a 'I want to know you and have sex in random places.' I mean it as 'I want to know you and learn more of you'. I want to know why are you different from others, why you don't do those things. I want to know what makes you, you."
"Well, you should take me to dinner first." She smiled when he gave her a smile, not a small one, but a big one that reached his sparkling green eyes.
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Random"Son of a bitch." IN WHICH ALYSSA HAS FREE TIME TO WRITE STORIES ABOUT THE BITCH-SWEARING HOT MOTHERFUXKER DEAN WINCHESTER. Book started; May 18, 2017. Completed; April 5, 2019. Ranking ; #1 in deanwinchesterimagines #4 in deanimagines