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Chapter 41: Possession

"Just imagine the things I could do with this meat suit." The voice coming out was your voice, only more seductive and sure. It was your body with an angel blade wielded, moving closer to Sam and Dean. Everything that was happening was happening through your body, but none of the actions were actions you had decided on. She moved you closer but stopped abruptly as if running into a wall. That was when she noticed the Demon Trap. A smug smile was forced onto your lips. "And if you try and exorcise me, imagine the things I could do to this meat suit."

"Leave her alone!" Dean shouted.

"You know," the demon taking you over said, "she can see and hear everything. So when I do this," she flicked her hand and Dean crumpled to the ground clutching his stomach. Sam ran over to him. "She can see the pain and anguish. In fact, I can feel her screaming and trying to push through."

She wasn't wrong. You were doing everything you could think of to get this demon out of you, but nothing was working.

"Sam," Dean croaked, blood coating his lips. "Lucifer possessed you." Each word seemed to take a tremendous amount of effort for Dean to say. It pained you to know that he was in agony. The thought of him dying crossed your mind and fueled your fire to try and get out.

"Y/N," Sam exclaimed with a new hope. "I overcame Lucifer for a moment. Surely you can overpower her. I believe in you."

Dean yelled out in pain, and then a new idea hit you. You could scream, but the words didn't come out of your mouth. The demon herself could hear you though. Maybe, just maybe...

You began to chant inside your own body, Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas,

"You want to play that game, do you?" the demon voiced through you. Sam and Dean looked on with confusion, Dean still coughing and clutching his stomach. "Enjoy the show, boys."

You could feel a shift inside your body and you had control. Every instinct told you to run to Dean and see if he was okay, but you knew that was a bad idea. The second you stepped outside of the Demon Trap was the second the demon would resurface and cause more damage. At least with the demon hiding in your recesses, Dean seemed to be able to regain his composure. He stood, holding his arm over his middle.

"Y/N?" he asked.

Instead of replying to him, you started the exorcism chant again. "Omnis incursio infernalis—"

There was a painful twinge in your stomach and you screamed out in pain. The demon was going to crush you from inside out. "Finish it," you yelled to the boys. The pain was rendering you speechless.

"Y/N, she'll kill you," Sam replied.

"Just freaking do it!"

Dean began where you left off. "Adversarii. Omnis congregatio et secta,"

Different parts of your body were being destroyed. Something in your stomach. Something near your heart. Your lungs were beginning to fail. The pain knocked you to your knees in tears and Sam ran to your aid. The unwelcomed feeling of your own self being stored away came back and you could hear the demon. She was laughing and forced your broken body to stand. The pain didn't faze her at all, but you could feel it.

"I can fix her up real nice if you stop that little chant there, Dean."

"Never," he growled. "She's as good as dead with you in her anyway."

"I can access all of her thoughts. She has some pretty juicy ones about you, pretty boy."

You could see his confused reaction through the grey haze the demon was using to hide you away. It infuriated you that the demon was telling Dean that you had thoughts about him. For all of the ways for him to find out, why did it have to be through your possession?