Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #18: Black Eyes

Imagine: You are possessed by a demon and torture the boys.

Age: 16

I could feel her, inside me. Haunting me, making me watch while she controlled me. It was horrid, but try as I might I couldn't seem to do anything to stop her. I'd heard stories of men and women possessed by demons that had managed to escape by means of fighting back, but I didn't seem to have the same spark that they did.

     She controlled me.

     I almost believed Sam and Dean wouldn't notice the change, she's was a good actress when it came to pretending to be me, but there was one simple slip up that led to her discovery.

     "Good morning, boys." The demon spoke, in my voice. She walked on my legs. Looked through my eyes. I was infuriated.

     "Mornin', kid. How'd you sleep?" Dean asked as he sat down at the table with a cup of coffee. Sam was already seated, looking through his laptop for a case.

     "Slept great," The demon replied through my lips. I wanted to rip her to shreds at the smile she forced onto my face, "I feel like a whole new person."

     The hint! She gave you a hint, take it! I screamed from where I was trapped inside my own mind, and the demon had to hide an evil chuckle behind my hand.

     "Do you have a case yet, Sammy? I want to get on the road as soon as possible." My real self, the one trapped in a tiny little cage in my brain, smiled at her words. She screwed up. She didn't know it, but she screwed up. I could only hope Sam and Dean could catch it.

      And catch it they did. They both cast me a side-eyed glance as I sat down, the demon in me oblivious to her own slip up.

     "Um, yes," Sam responded slowly, "A few strange deaths in Arkansas."

     "Great! Hey, Dean, when do we leave?" She asked cheerfully, and I couldn't help but to laugh. They saw it now. They knew.

     "What are you laughing at, bitch?" The demon whispered, quiet enough that the boys couldn't hear her.

     "Oh, nothing." I responded, "Except for the fact that I call Sam 'Moose', not 'Sammy', and Dean is 'Squirrel'. You've been caught." Around the same time I finished speaking, boys both stood from the table and drew their guns, pointing them at me.

     "Get out of her." Sam demanded quietly. The demon gave a long sigh, eventually realizing there was no way to convince them that it was just me inside, and my eyes flitted to black.

     "Sorry, boys, it's just too comfy in here." She said, laughing a laugh that wasn't mine; a laugh that was evilly powerful.

     "Get out!" Dean's voiced was raised angrily, but he and I both knew he couldn't do anything, and the demon knew it too.

     "What are you going to do, Dean?" She taunted, smiling cruelly, "You can't shoot me without hurting poor baby Y/n. You're stuck."

     "Y/n, you have to fight." Sam ignored the demon and tried to speak to me, but the demon didn't lose his attention for long.

     She flicked my wrist and both brothers were sent flying across the bunker, Sam crashing into the wall and Dean flat on his back.

     The demon sent me sauntering towards Dean, placing a leg on either side of him and squatting down until I was almost sitting on him. Internally, I was screaming as she pulled my knife from my belt and trailed it along his collarbone.

     "You know, she's still in here, yelling, begging for me to let you go. For me not to hurt you. She really is a caring girl." She pressed down with the tip of the blade just hard enough to draw a few drops of blood, but Dean simply stared into my eyes with hatred.

     Stop it!

     "Get out of my sister, you evil son of a bitch. Take me, leave her." Dean said through gritted teeth, a tiny drop of blood rolling down his neck.

     "Oh, I'm afraid it's too much fun in here. And besides," The demon reached down with a hand and pulled up my shirt just enough to show a bit of my bra before dropping it, "I'm more of a female kind of demon."

     Leave him alone.

     She returned the knife to Dean's neck.

     Stop it.

     She gave a soft chuckle as she allowed it to drift down his neck and across his chest lazily.

     Don't do it.

     "Sorry, boys," She raised the knife, glancing up at Sam, pinned to the wall by her hand, before looking back down at Dean, "I almost wish I didn't have to do this."

     No! I fought harder than I'd ever before, and she faltered.

     "What are you doing?" She said as I began to battle with myself, urging my mind to regain control of my limbs. My eyes began to flicker, and the demon fell away from Dean and stood, clutching my head.

     Get out of my body, you bitch! I forced my arm to raise, shaking wildly as it fought against the movement, and I pushed with all my might.

     "How is this possible?" The demon screamed. Dean and Sam returned to their feet, unable to do anything but watch as my eyes began to flash between their normal color and black.

     "Leave, us, alone!" My voice came from my mouth, not my head, and I found that I was slowly regaining control.

     "Stop it!" The demon screeched, spinning wildly and holding my head as if it were in pain.

     I raised my hand and the knife came crashing down into my stomach, piercing through my skin with agonizing white-hot pain.

     The demon gave a wail, my eyes now flashing yellow as it began to die from inside me.

     The demon burned out and I fell to the floor. Sam and Dean were kneeling beside me in an instant, hands fumbling to press to my bloodied stomach.

     "Y/n?" Sam asked questioningly, and I saw through the red haze that clouded my vision that both of them were in tears.

     "Hey, Moose." He smiled, bigger than I'd ever seen him smile before, and I smiled back. I glanced at Dean.

     "I almost thought you guys wouldn't notice." I said, and they knew I was referring to the incorrect name calling.

     "How could we miss it? There's only one person in the world who calls us that, and it's the only thing we want to hear from her." I gave a rather painful chuckle and held out my hands.

     "I think I'm ready to be fixed, assholes." They both laughed, and it was one of the sweetest things I'd ever heard.

     "I'll pray for Cas." Sam said, standing up and leaving the room, while Dean picked me up and held me bridal-style in his arms. I allowed my head to fall to his chest and he kissed it gently.

     "I'm glad you're safe, kiddo." He said, and I allowed my eyes to drift shut.

     "Me too, Squirrel. Me too."