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The Bestfriend. (Demon!Dean X Reader!Harley)

(Name: Harley)
(Age: 29)
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*Flashback*
"So, Harley? Like the killer clown?"
He asked with a smirk on his lips and a slur in his speech.
I sipped on my whiskey and gave him a toothy smile before setting the glass back onto the counter.
"No, Dean. Like the bike. My dad was a motorcycle enthusiast as much as he was a monster hating killing machine."
I snorted a laugh and sighed loudly.
"Yep."
I said sarcastically popping the 'p'.
"My mom died when I was born. He always kinda hated me for that. So, I still don't know why he named my after something he loved so damn much."
I said while messing with a used lime wedge.
He put his hands on my thighs and pulled my barstool closer to his.
"It's hard to find people like you to talk to."
I grinned at him and flicked the lime wedge across the bar.
He snickered at my childishness.
"People like me?"
He nodded.
"I don't know if I'm supposed to be offended by that or not."
I said with a loud laugh.
He laughed along with me until we both let out long, exasperated sighs.
"No Harls. Like the bestfriend type."
He beamed at me, but I was reluctant to smile back.
"Yeah. Bestfriend."
I stated, stiffing a laugh and knocking back the rest of my whiskey.
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I couldn't stop thinking about the day that we met, and how we met.
"Harley, you don't need to watch."
Sam said as he took a needle out of the pack.
I looked up at him and then at Dean who was strapped to a chair.
He had this evil grin on his face.
It made me sick.
"I was here for everything. The past five years of my life I devoted to you both, you're my boys. I'll be damned if I walk out now."
Sam looked at me with pain in his eyes.
He hugged me tightly, kissed me on the cheek, and walked back to the needles.
Dean groaned loudly.
"Ugh, Seriously? You're not gonna make a move, Sammy? I mean, I know she's in love with me, but she is broken right now. I'm sure she'll settle for the younger brother, just this once."
Dean said with snark in his voice, the rasp in his throat making chills go down my spine and into my stomach.
"shut up."
Sam muttered, pushing his hair behind his ears.
I just stood there and gaped at the ground.
"Whats the matter, Harls? You stunned that I knew? I wasn't surprised in the slightest. I mean the way you looked at me...oh, and the way you went on and on about me to Sammy."
I looked up in shock.
I turned my head to look at Sam, who seemed more fearful than in shock.
I was immediately disgusted.
"Harley I didn't-"
I shook my head and bit down hard on my lip to hold back tears.
"Then who did? You're the only person I told. Ever."
Dean cackled.
"Yep. Sammy blabbed like a toddler. He made fun of you. Called you pathetic. I didn't believe him at first, but now look at you. You're a mess, Harley, even your dad knew that."
I growled at him and poured holy water all over him until it was empty.
Somehow seeing him squirm and screech in pain made me feel better.
Once he stopped smoking, he looked up at me.
"You know I loved you too. Like a baby sister."
He sneered through gritting teeth.
We all stewed in silence for a few seconds.
I cleared my throat and wiped the remains of my tears away.
"I'm gonna get some more holy water."
Sam looked like he wanted to say some thing, but stayed hushed.
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I came back with a new batch of holy water and leaned against the wall for stability as I watched Sam stick needle after needle after needle into him.
Each time he did Dean would let out a demonic roar of pain, and it scared me.
I was never supposed to meet people like the Winchesters.
People that I would reluctantly fall for.
Sam is smart and perfect.
Dean, before all of this, was kind and beautiful.
But, just like me.
They're different. Lost.
Broken beyond the point of fixing.
So, it hurt.
I was watching the only people I've ever loved be torn apart.
"How many more, Sam?"
I asked monotonously.
"Three more."
I nodded slowly.
The air was so thick I was practically choking on it.
"That look in your eyes, Harley. It's pain. I smell it all over you. All you want to do is touch me, right? Love me? We can do that, and we will, when I escape. I'll come after you after I kill Sammy. Then I'll do whatever I want to you. Then I'm gonna bash your head in."
I shut my eyes and tried to ignore Dean's constant slander of me.
Sam walked over to me and tried to comfort me, but I pushed him away.
He sighed.
"I did tell him. But, you have to understand. He's my brother, and I couldn't lie to him-"
I scoffed.
"Sam I have done everything you've ever asked of me. I tell you one thing. I begged you to keep it a secret. You betrayed me. You're right, I am pathetic, but at least I have loyalty."
All he did was stare at me.
Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the dungeon.
He locked us in a room.
Something he did when we would argue.
We couldn't leave until we made up.
He paced back and forth.
Finally he stops and gives me a look.
"After everything we have been through, Harls. Do you really believe that I think your pathetic. I may have said it, but I didn't mean it at all. Harley, I love you. Ever since Dean introduced me to you I wanted to be with you, and then you come and tell me that you're in love with him. Please tell me how I was supposed to feel? So yeah, I told him, and I'm not sorry."
Tears rolled down our faces as we looked at each other.
All this time.
He...loved me.
I was to obsessed with Dean to even see it.
"I don't deserve you, Sammy. You have always been to good for me. I know that maybe you can't see it, but to me, you are the epitome of perfect. You don't need me. Sammy, you deserve so much more."
As soon as I finished my sentence the lights cut off and were replaced by blinking red ones.
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