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(A/N: Deanmon was a god send blessing. The hair. The voice. Just the whole entire demeanor. Gotta say, wish we got more of it.)
Sam said that Dean wouldn't be able to get loose. That he wouldn't escape past the handcuffs and past the Devils Trap. So you agreed to watch him while Sam went to help Castiel. Oh, was he so wrong.
You had grabbed a magazine for Dean, one of his favorites. But when you peeped in, your body froze in terror. You dropped the magazine and booked it to your room, making sure Dean wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Locking the door behind you, you rummaged around for your weapons. An angel blade wouldn't kill him, but it would sure as hell hurt.
You loaded your gun and put that in your pocket by your angel blade. You grabbed your phone and ringed Sam, hoping he would answer.
"Y/N?"
"Sam-" you were cut off by Dean shouting through the bunker.
"Come on Y/N! Let's get this over with!" You listened for his footsteps and realized he was close.
With a shaky breath you set your phone down as quietly as you could, leaving Sam on the line, and then crawled under your bed as fast as you could.
You had holy water on you, ready for if Dean spotted you. Thankfully you had the perfect view of your doorway. The door handle twisted and you held your breath, staying laser focused.
Dean opened it just a few inches, looked around and then stepped in. He walked to your desk, and you cursed silently to yourself; Sam is still on the phone.
"Y/N? Are you there?" You could hear Sam ask quickly and felt your chest tighten. You might die today.
Dean picked up the phone, and then spoke. "Hiya Sammy. Oh don't worry, Y/N is fine." You suppressed a shudder.
"Dean I swear to god, if you lay a hand on her!" And then Dean ended the call.
Dean tilted his head and picked up some pictures. It was of you and him when you had first met. You were 23 and he was 30, fresh out of Hell, and in need of some help. You saw Dean nod and put the picture in his back pocket. You sucked in a breath and his attention snapped to the bed.
His footsteps echoed as he stepped tauntingly around the bed, but didn't make a move.
Alright Y/N, now or never.
You rolled out from the opposite side Dean was on and caught him by surprise when you sprayed holy water on him. When he kneeled down you booked it out of that room.
"Come on Baby, don't you want to spend some quality time with your boyfriend?!" Dean called out
You could hear Dean's heavy footsteps, heard whenever he paused and then started back up. You didn't know how to feel, you didn't know what to do. It's not like you could exorcise him, or even kill him. But god damn was Dean as a demon the hottest thing you have ever seen. Too bad he's trying to kill you, or whatever it is he's trying to do. You just need to survive whatever this is long enough until Sammy gets back with Cass.
