Supernatural One Shots~Requests open

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The shower was so hot that even as you washed you could feel yourself sweating. Steam blinded you and it was an adventure to take one step out of the water in search of shampoo. Some might have thought the temperature uncomfortable but you had always liked it, though you didn’t know why. Sure, you always left the bathroom with red skin, breathless from the heat, but somehow it helped you think.

Hot vapour poured out of the door as you stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped snug around you. The air circulating your house was cold from the air-conditioning you had forgotten to turn off and you let out a pleasant sigh as it placed a refreshing kiss upon your skin. You ventured downstairs, hair dripping water onto the tiles, and plucked your house phone from its cradle before making your way to the fridge. You lived across a Chinese restaurant and always ordered from them on lazy nights in. As you dialled their number, you had to smile. 666, it ended with. Chinese culture proclaimed it lucky and the family who owned the restaurant, the Wongs, rejoiced even to this day that they had been blessed with such an apt phone number. They hung glowing signs upon their window reading 666 and used the number whenever they could. I don’t think they know it also summons the Devil, you mused. Of course, you didn’t believe in that stuff anyway.

Once you had ordered, you floated upstairs to change into pyjamas. The night was hot so you decided to leave the air-conditioning on and reached over to bring the TV to life, just for some background noise.

"Nice place you got here."

Your heart rammed against your ribcage and your breath left you as you shot your head towards the voice. A man was lounging on your bed, wearing old jeans, a khaki tee and a faded shirt he had left unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the material the colour of gunmetal. His hair was a dirty blond, tousled carelessly, and he peered up at you with a lazy smile and impish eyes like shiny blue marbles.

"Take what you want and leave," you said, wary as you stepped away. He looked nothing like a thief, not that you had ever been robbed before, and the shock of him being in your house without your knowledge had left you so frozen that you didn’t even have the mind to feel fear.

"Can I really?" he mused, rising from the mattress and approaching you like a cat. "You don’t even know what I want."

"I don’t care," you said, keeping your distance until the back of your heel scraped against the wall behind you. You clutched a hand to your chest and only then realised that you were in nothing but a towel, hair heavy with water. You burned in shame.

"Oh, I think you would if you knew," he said. The way he spoke made you grit your teeth. You could tell from his nonchalance that he knew he was in control of the situation and he had nothing to lose. You were an ant and he was the kid with the magnifying glass.

"Fine," you said. Maybe if you kept up conversation long enough, you would find the perfect moment to make a mad dash for the phone to dial 911, or even outside so you could run to your neighbour’s. You made the mistake of glancing at your bedroom door and jumped when it slammed closed. All by itself.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you," he murmured, a hair’s breadth from you. You looked at him with wide eyes. He had been across the room the previous second. "I’m not going to hurt you," he said, running a knuckle down the side of your face. 

You knocked his hand away and shoved at his chest but he barely stumbled and it was almost as if you had tried to push a statue. This time, when he reached out to fiddle with your hair, you stood still.

"You don’t have to be afraid of me." He took his hand away and placed a more comfortable amount of distance between you, allowing you a chance to breathe. "I would never hurt you," he repeated, but that didn’t make you believe him any further. "You’re special, [Name]. You’re chosen."