Strength - DeanxReader

Chapter 10: "Dean?"

Weeks had past and you hadn't heard anything about Abbadon, but you knew that just meant she was preparing something big. Your bloodlust wasn't as strong as the Winchesters had thought, but because of your hunter nature, you couldn't control it for much longer. It had been eating you alive, and of course you couldn't let the brothers know, not even if Cas could detect that anything was wrong. How long would you be able to keep this up? Recently you had been getting mood swings, quickly turning into a ball of rage before storming out of the bunker or motel, saying you needed to 'clear your head'.

"I have to tell them," Castiel said one day as you were all gathered around the map, you and Dean on one side and Cas and Sam directly across from you. Out of nowhere you felt this rage bubbling up inside of you, and you couldn't control it. Dean and Sam were getting curious, and you couldn't let Cas tell them that you were killing yourself to keep the killing at bay. Before Cas could say anymore, you grabbed the angel blade from under the giant table and threw it at the angel, the blade barely missing his head before landing above him in the crackling wall.  The boys stood dumbfounded at your new burst of anger, but you didn't pay them any attention.

"You say anything, and I will kill you, got it?" You growled at him, shooting warning daggers at the other two men before stomping off into the maze of hallways, leaving them behind with their jaws on the floor.

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You and Dean decided you needed to get back into the hunting game after a couple of weeks on house arrest, and to release some of the tension that happened between you and Cas. Both the Winchester brothers were worried about you, and you were grateful for the concern, but you also needed them to know that you knew what you were doing, and this wasn't our first time dealing with Abbadon either. Regardless, you somehow convince him to take you out and you wanted to feel the fresh air blowing through your hair is as you drove down an empty road. The hunt Dean chose for you ended up being a vampire hunt, a nest of about four experienced vamps hidden in old, gaudy house somewhere in Detroit.  But just like every other time you went on, it did not end up going as expected.

" Dean, these aren't vamps. I flicked some holy water at them, they're freaking demons, and there's 8 of the sons of bitches!" You exclaimed trying to get his attention while being as quiet as possible. You had just infiltrated their home and you felt as though you need more than just your regular knife in order to kill these demons. You both knew what could be a possible solution. He knew you would need to hold the First Blade in your hands again, but what he didn't know was that you were yearned for it. Ever since you and Sam had come across the old man of letters exhibitor, and he let you hold the magnificent weapon, you wanted nothing more than to it to be back in your grasp.  Unfortunately he had it shipped off to Crowley who then decided to keep it in some secret place so that you wouldn't go crazy with the marks bloodlust.

Dean stepped forward, quickly stabbing Ruby's knife into one of them, but when that didn't work he knew you were right. It would definitely take more than just that in order to get out of that alive.  "(Y/n), call Crowley, now!" He yelled from across the room trying to hold off his end while you quickly pulled out your iPhone, pressing Crowley's number on speed dial. Before it even rang once, he was in front of you, dressed in a black suit and his signature red tie.

"Hello darling. I assumed you would need this sooner or later. I just hope you know who to come to when it all goes wrong. "Crow he said in his British accent. Before you or Dean could question, he was gone, leaving nothing but a rectangular wrapped package on the floor of the nest house. You quickly sprinted over to where he stood, discarding the fabric that wrapped around the weapon before staring at it. You had waited for this for so long, and now that you were close to having it, you felt as if your veins were vibrating. Everything in your soul brought you closer to that item, like a magnet you could not possibly resist.

"Dammit, (y/n), we don't have time for this!" Dean growled as he struggled to keep the multiplying demons away from you in the other room, the only thing between you two a weak plastic sliding door. Unable to control it any longer, and lifted it off the ground, immediately feeling a surge of new, dangerous energy coursing through your veins. You felt more powerful than you could've ever imagined. You adjusted your stance and grip, and waited for the flood of demons that would rush through the door any second. Soon you heard a grunt from Dean and next thing you knew, he was flying through the door, landing near your feet. You couldn't concentrate on that, however, and instead you went to work on destroying the demons that stood in your way.

Dean could only stare, watching as you methodically moved, dodged and swung at the demons, hitting one of them square in the job before plunging the ancient blade deep in his rib cage. As you swiveled around to attack one of the people behind you, Dean could've sworn that he saw your eyes flashed back for a second, before turning back to your original eye color. It scared him more than you could imagine, but you were too wrapped up in your battle to notice his expression change from worried too afraid. You straddles the last of the demons before swinging the blade down into his heart once, twice, an eight time. You didn't even notice that the orange light burned out of him the first time that you swung. All you heard a deep ringing in your ears as you weren't able to hear anything else from your surroundings. Dean called out for you, trying to get you out of your psychotic vegetative state, wanting you back without having to worry about if you were going to turn on him.

"(Y/n), (y/n) it's me, Dean. It's okay now, you killed him. You can come back to me, ignore the Mark. You're okay." Dean spoke softly, inching towards you with bent knees and raised hands.

"Dean?" You whispered, tears slowly falling from your eyes as you broke out of the Marks trance, realizing how much of a monster you had just become. You dropped the Blade, not bothering to wipe of the large splatters of blood from your face as you sank back into your knees. Dean ran towards you and wrapped you in his arms, rocking you lightly and telling you everything was going to be okay.

For once, you didn't believe him.

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Yoooo guys I wrote this entire thing with voice dictation so sorry if it doesn't really make sense!! I'll be writing the next chapter so it won't be as weird lol.

Till next time,
The Writer