I Need You

It's Not Me, It's You

It had been three months since you left, the boys never gave up on trying to find you and figure out a way to help bring the real you back. Sam suggested trying injecting you with human blood, the men of letters had old footage of demons being "cured" and turned human with this. Deciding this was their best hope all they needed now was to find you. When you first disappered they put out calls to all the hunters they knew to keep an eye out for you. They never revealed why they were looking for you, only that it was important that they be called as soon as you were found.

Meanwhile you were having the time of your life, you drank everything you could, gambled, and tortured and killed every demon Crowley sent you after. The blood lust continually called and you were always ready to answer. Currently you were sitting at a bar with a half empty bottle of whiskey in front of you. Swirling the amber liquid in your glass you took a sip. "Having fun darling." You looked to your left and saw Crowley sitting beside you. Waving over the bartender you motioned towards the king of hell, "Give this gentleman the girliest drink you got with a tiny umbrella." The bartender nodded, shooting Crowley a look, and walked away to make it.

"Why thank you, I am quite parched. How are you doing sweetheart, are you enjoying your new role in life?" You downed what was left in your glass and set it down, picking up the bottle you began to refill it. "I'd say we got a good arrangement, you keep the booze flowing and I keep the blood flowing. Everybody wins!" Turning around on your stool you survey the bar, its fairly empty except for three other day drinkers and a waiter and waitress. The bartender comes back with a light blue drink in a tall glass with a multicolored umbrella sticking out of the top. "Much obliged," Crowley nods to him and turns back to you.

"You know you've been going a little rogue again the past week, I thought we agreed the three demons in Dayton were the only targets for now." You continued looking around, "What can I say, that douche the other day had it coming." Crowley narrowed his eyes a little, "And the two yesterday?"

Smirking you turned to look at the king of hell, "They were just for fun." Crowley just nodded and stood up. "Right then, we best be off. I think we need to spend a little time sorting out your priorities." You remained seated and stared at him. "Do you honestly think I give a damn what you want? I could kill you right this second if I thought you were worth the effort. You may be the king of hell but an invisible crown doesn't earn you the right to determine how any of this plays out anymore." Standing up you downed your drink and stepped forward to stand only inches from Crowley bringing your face close to his, "I think we need some space, its not me, its you." Standing up straight you shoot him a look and walk towards the door.

"See you later darling," you say as you exit the bar.

Sitting back down Crowley stares at the counter top for a moment. Making up his mind he pulls out his phone and scrolls through the contacts. Finally finding the right one he hits the call button. Ringing only once a voice answers. "Hello squirrel, I believe its time to return a certain lost friend of yours."

Driving all night after the phone call from Crowley, Dean and Sam arrived at a bar on the outskirts of a small town in Ohio. Once inside they both immediately started scanning the room. Noticing a certain man in a dark suit sitting at a table in the back they quickly walked over and stood towering over him. "Where is she," Dean demanded, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Crowley looked up with a bored expression on his face, "Hello to you too boys, lovely night isn't it?" Sam shook his head, "Cut the crap where is Y/N?" Nodding towards the stage at the front of the bar Crowley grinned, "Why you boys made it just in time for the main event." A curtain pulled back to reveal a group of woman dressed in different provocative outfits. Pour Some Sugar on Me began playing from the speakers and the men in the bar all crowded around the edge of the stage.

All of the women began dancing and moving their bodies seductively to the music. Right as the chorus began you stepped out onto the stage, both Sam and Deans jaws dropped. Normally the most revealing thing you wore were your pajama shorts and a baggy tank top. Now you were wearing shorts that barely left anything to the imagination and a tank top that was clearly two sizes too small and pushed your boobs together tightly. You looked completely different and the dark makeup you wore only added to the sinister effect you gave off.

Clearly you were the highlight of the show, all the men in the bar yelled your name as they watched every move you made. You danced as though you had been doing it for years, the guys watched as you dipped, twirled, and crawled across the stage. Dean couldn't take his eyes off of you, while it was no doubt incredibly sexy watching you up there he couldn't help but think that it wasn't really you. The woman he knew could fight off monsters without a second thought, but always shyed away from any kind of public attention.

Deans heart broke seeing you like this, and the moment you reached down and grabbed a random guys face and began making out he decided he'd seen enough. He took off towards the stage, Sam following closely behind. The song had ended so you and the girls retreated backstage. You began making your way back towards the bar for a drink when someone stepped in front of you. Looking up you smirked as soon as you saw who it was.

"Well now, if it isn't the dynamic duo. What brings you boys to town?" You crossed your arms, looking between the two men. Sams face showed how much it hurt him to see you like this, "Y/N, come home with us, please." You laughed and shook your head, "Nah, thanks for the offer but im doing just fine on my own. I've never had so much fun in my life! Why the hell would I give any of it up? For what? Countless nights spent in crappy motels, eating crappy food, and listening to you two continually bitch about who daddy loved more? I think i'll pass." You pushed past them and headed towards the bar.

The bartender set down a glass of whiskey as soon as he saw you take a seat. Picking it up you downed it in one shot and motioned for another one. Feeling like someone was standing too close you turned to your left. Dean stood there, not knowing what else to do he brought his hand up and cupped your cheek, "It's time for you to come home Y/N. We can help you, we can bring you back." Slapping his hand away you became angry, "You just don't get it, do you Dean? I don't want your help! I'm perfectly happy the way I am! You and little brother here need to leave, before I really get mad and do something I'll never actually regret." With the final words your eyes had turned black and you smirked once more before standing and heading towards the door.

Dean and Sam followed you, knowing they needed to stop you now before you disappeared again. Once outside they saw you walking towards the back alley behind the bar. Following quickly they ran around the corner only to see you weren't there. "You know I really hate stalkers, their really creepy." Both men turned around to see you standing behind them, eyes black and the first blade gripped tightly in your hand. "I warned you to let me go, you should have listened." Just as you went to raise the blade Castiel appeared in front of you. He put two fingers to your forehead immediately putting you to sleep, Cas caught you effortlessly in his arms.

Picking you up and carrying you to the Impala he gently laid you in the back seat. Jumping in the front Dean and Sam knew they had to get back to the bunker quickly and begin giving you the doses of blood. Both brothers kept looking back at you, praying to whoever was listening that their plan would work.