Supernatural One Shots

Castiel x Demon! Reader FINAL

You just watched them in amusement before you walked over to the front door, placing a hand on the knob. You slowly turned it, opening the door a crack before you turned around. You let your eyes flash black again. You wanted them to remember that picture for a very long time.

"See you around."

With a blink, they were back to their normal (e/c). You walked out, letting the door slam behind you. Terrific.

Sam, Dean, and Cas jumped as the door suddenly swung open, your face the first thing they saw.

"I lied! Surprise!"

You walked back into the hotel room, a machete strapped to the belt of your black jeans. You slammed the door before walking back to the kitchen, leaning on the counter as you marveled at their shocked faces.

"Oh, boys, you look so shocked that a demon would lie to you. It's pathetic, really."

Their faces turned to pure anger at the sight of your smug smirk. You just giggled a bit, letting your hand fall to the handle of the machete. Your fingers traced it, but your eyes were locked on the men's faces.

"You know, I was honestly thinking about letting you guys go. But, then it occurred to me that you just hunt me down. So, it's best if I just get rid of you while I have you right where I want you."

None of them said a word. However, Dean's jaw tightened as your (e/c) orbs met his forest green ones.

"I'll be honest. Letting you go before I try to kill you...is hard. I mean, why wouldn't I take advantage of this situation? It'd be idiotic not to."

Your (s/c) fingers wrapped around the handle of the machete, and you pulled it from its holster as slowly as possible. Sam and Dean said nothing as they watched the blade shine in the light. Cas was the only one that focused on your face. You used to be the girl that taught him about humans. You laughed with him and simply listened when he talked. But now, here you were. Ready to kill them. Your gaze fell to the machete's blade, a smirk growing on your red lips.

"I was going to give you up to my brothers, too. But, it just wouldn't be as satisfying as killing you myself."

You walked over to Dean, using your free hand to lift his head. Your eyes met his as they flashed a deep black.

"Oh well. See you boys back in Hell."

You grabbed the machete with both hands, bringing it back. Your arms moved to simply decapitate him as- Ding! You simply froze, the blade of the machete a mere inch from Dean's neck. You glanced back at the front door, giving an irritated sigh.

"Seriously? The doorbell has to ring right when I'm ready to commit triple homicide. Every time."

You placed the machete on the counter, hearing Dean let out a breath that he must have been holding. You took the holster from your belt before you walked to answer the door. Your eyes flashed back to their beautiful (e/c) as you put a smile on your lips. You opened the door enough for your face to be seen.

"Can I help you?"

The brunette woman standing there simply smiled, holding out a package.

"Package for a Mr. Halen?"

You took the package, forcing your fake smile to be more genuine.

"My brother's gift to Mom! Thank you! He's out, so is it okay if I sign for him?"

The woman nodded, watching you sign the paper. You waved goodbye as she left to the van. Once you shut the door, you let your smile fall, along with the box.

"Alright, boys! (N/n)'s back to commit triple homicide!"

You entered the kitchen, grabbing your machete. However, as you turned to prepare yourself for the massive pleasure of decapitating Dean Winchester himself, you froze. Three empty chairs sat in front of you, causing your eyes to flare with rage. You dropped the machete, hands clenching into fists.

"Oh, you bastards..."

You glanced to your sides, seeing no one as you took a cautious step towards the chairs. How? You examined the cut rope, barely moving out of the way before a Demon Blade was shoved through your back. You turned to see Sam wielding it, Dean's pistol in his hand. Cas was behind them, looking more pissed than you had ever seen him. You had to have dropped your machete. Dean simply aimed for your head, firing. You barely dodged the bullet, which no doubt had a Devil's Trap carved into it, before you fled to the bedroom. You slammed the door before they could get in, hurrying to try and lock it. You managed to do so before you shoved a dresser in front of the wooden frame. And, this bedroom had to have no windows. Just your luck. You searched the room for an air vent, trying your hardest to find an escape. It was hopeless. You turned on a dime as the door burst open, the dresser hitting the floor with a bang. Dean was first to enter, and he was quick to shoot you right in the chest. You barely winced, blood oozing from the wound. Was he really stupid enough to shoot a demon? You managed to punch him directly in the jaw before Castiel came in right behind him. He grabbed you by the throat and slammed you into the wall, making you hiss in pain. You noticed the Demon Blade in his hand. His knuckles were almost white from gripping it so tightly.

"You know, if you hold that any tighter, you're gonna break it."

Your voice was a bit choked from where his arm shoved against your windpipe, but that was more comfortable than when he placed the blade to your neck.

"You were my friend."

You scoffed a bit, shaking your head.

"And I still could have been if you had saved me..! I was waiting for you to pull me out of Hell, but you never came..!"

His grip on you almost faltered as your stared directly into his blue eyes. You had reduced your voice to a pained whisper at this point, and your eyes were practically emotionless.

"She loved you..."

Cas stared at you for a moment before he growled a bit, shoving the blade into your side. A bloodcurdling scream left your lips as an orange glow emitted from inside of you. As quickly as it happened, you went silent and fell to the floor. Your dead body was limp, your wounds oozing blood. Dean came in, holding his jaw, followed by Sam. Cas was gone, and your body was all that was left.

*~~*

Sam and Dean watched your body burn in the darkness of the night. They both agreed that you deserved a hunter's funeral. You were a demon, but they only wanted to remember you before that. That was why you deserved it. Neither of the Winchesters said a word as they watched the flames burn brightly. What they didn't know was that Cas was watching from his place in Heaven, silently apologizing for never saving you in the first place.

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