Supernatural One Shots

Castiel x Demon! Reader pt. 1

You had done it now. You screwed up. Big time. And it wasn't a 'I-crashed-my-rental-car' screwed up. It was more of a 'I-sold-my-own-friggin'-soul' screwed up. In fact, that was what you did. You made some deal with a crossroads demon, and now your time was coming short. Ten years ago your little sister was dying. She had lung cancer when she was only 7, and you had no idea what to do. Your mother was on the other side of the world and your father was dead. She went through treatment, but she only got worse. Then came the day the doctors told you she had a week or so before her body just gave out. And you couldn't have that. She was all you had left. So, when some woman came up to you while you were taking a walk down the road and said she could make everything okay, you had to do something. You weren't just going to let her die. Who would do that? Now, you were sitting in some run-down house, Sam and Dean Winchester in the other room. With only ten hours left, you had locked yourself in your room with several cans of tea and your music. The boys tried to talk to you, but you refused to unlock the door. So, they spent their time trying to find a way to help you. You, meanwhile, were sat in a chair, Imagine Dragons echoing quietly through the air as you remembered everything. Your father's death, your mother leaving. But, the most vivid was the deal. That damned deal.

You walked down the road, kicking pebbles around with the toe of your (f/c) scuffed up converse. You were only 15, and you were so lost. No parents. Living off of stolen food. Your little sister dying by the minute. You sniffled as you felt hot tears roll down your face. You hated to cry. Life wasn't about being sad. But, you couldn't stop it. As you walked, your head down, you didn't even notice the woman walking beside you.

"What's got you so down, dear?"

You slowly looked up at her. She was pretty. Dark skin and black hair. She shot you a smile, and you only wiped away your tears in return.

"My sister's dying. Thanks for asking."

You were about to shrug her off and walk away. Until her eyes flashed red.

"What do you say I help you out and we make a deal?"

Your attention was torn from her eyes as you focused on her words. Your expression went from devastated to interested in a second, and the woman chuckled.

"I can make your sister happy and healthy. A nice long life. And, I can give you ten years as a bonus. Ten long years with her. That isn't so bad, hm?"

You shook your head. That didn't sound so bad at all. That sounded damn good. The woman simply gave a sweet smile.

"Do we have a deal, dear?"

You nodded vigorously. You were up for anything at this point. It didn't matter if it sounded crazy or not. You had to save her. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

You scoffed a bit at the thought. You had no idea that this was what you were in for. You drank the rest of the liquid in the can you had in your hand, reveling in the feel of how it ran down your throat. You tossed the aluminum on the floor, hearing it clank and roll to the corner. You grabbed another can, opening it and smiling faintly at the sound. You always loved the sound of cans opening. It was what you heard when you met the boys. You remembered that clearly as well.

You casually walked into the run-down bar. You were 22, and you were hunting some damned werewolf. It was the night before the full-moon, so you figured you would kill some time by getting a drink and dulling your brain. As you sat at the bar, you didn't pay any attention to the man in the stool beside you. He, however, seemed very interested in you.

"Hi there."

Your head turned, (e/c) eyes meeting with forest green. Wow. His eyes were beautiful. You licked your lips a bit, something that had become a habit, before you gave a slight smile.