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Chapter 1: Hellhounds

A/N: I'm dedicating this chapter to justt_keep_swimming because she has quickly become one of my internet best friends and she helped me out by going over this chapter before I uploaded it. Maybe go over to her page and show her some love. She's an absolutely amazing person!

Also, there is a part that has created way more confusion than I ever thought it would. At one point, Y/N uses an aliases, which is a fake name. The alias is only used for a brief portion. I promise it's still an x reader. 🙂

Your feet were pounding through the forest, Hellhounds hot on your trail. It was one measly deal. Everything had gone right. You gave the ultimatum: your life in ten years in exchange to spare your only remaining relative...This stupid hunting business knocks family out left and right.

It all went down the way it was should have. You did exactly what you were supposed to, including kissing the slimy bastard Crowley. He held his bargain. Becket, your baby cousin, who wasn't such a baby, was all but brought back from the dead. Not only was he okay, but all of his scars from the werewolf were nowhere to be found.

Crowley had outdone himself, you thought.

Crowley made the deal worth it, you thought.

Ten years is more than any hunter could hope for on a normal day anyway, you thought.

All of those thoughts dissipated when you were settling in for the night, lounging in an abandoned home, one of the better places you've managed to find in weeks. The unmistakable sounds of Hellhound snarls filled the air.

How many times had you tried to save people from Hellhounds? And how many of them ended up dying a bloody death despite your efforts? The number, you knew, was high. So you ran as fast as you could into the woods of Lebanon, Kansas.

While running, the thought of Crowley screwing you over only one year after your deal pushed your limbs faster and sent your heart racing faster than you thought possible.

A scream of desperation ripped through your throat. The forest was beginning to thin out and your cover from the world and possibly even Hellhounds was ending. Your eyes landed upon a car that was slightly obstructed by trees. There were two options that crossed your mind. One option was to avoid the car so that innocent people weren't put in danger. The second option—

The second option didn't have time to fully form into something coherent because the sound of a shotgun rang through the air. A male voice called out to you.

"Keep running!"

You obeyed without any hesitations.

Did I just stumble across other hunters? You asked yourself.

As if the mutts could sense that you were about to escape, one latched on to your ankle and dragged you to the ground, digging his sharp claws into your (pale/dark) flesh. As much as you hated to show pain and weakness, cries and shrieks left you unwelcomed.

Positive this was your end, you didn't bother fighting. It was a Hellhound. There was no use. If the Crossroads Demon wanted you dead, you would be dead.

Pain filled your entire body almost as if it was replacing the blood you were losing. The battle against death was ending and the outcome seemed grim. You knew you were very near your end.

Through the black spotted clouds of your vision, a man with glasses came into view and he was charging straight towards you with...

An angel blade? I've never seen one in person before. I've only heard about it.