Supernatural Male Reader One-Shots and Short Stories

Deals With Demons - Bobby Singer

He had to do it. The two boys he saw as his little brothers had been killed before his eyes. He went to the crossroads and dug a small spot in the middle. He opened the lid of the box and placed a picture of himself in, then sat it gently into the hole. His shoe pushed the loose dirt back on top of it as he waited.

"Y/N Singer. Why did I not expect this? My demons kill your friends, you come to me to sell your soul." Y/N turned around to see the demon he had tried to make deals with before, Crowley. He looked down at the ground and was surprised to see no devil's trap to keep him there.

"I'm not gonna force you to make a deal with me. I just wanna get Sam and Dean back." He stood in his spot as the demon walked closer to him. Crowley got right in front of him and raised his hand to his face. He scratched the stubble that was growing and thought. The demon looked back to Y/N and smirked.

"I'll give you 24 hours." Y/N looked down and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath.

"At least a week, I've got to have a week." Crowley shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"No dice. A day or I'm leaving. I've got other deals to seal." Y/N grunted and rolled his eyes.

"Deal." He looked back up to see Crowley's smirk grow. "But, you can't send hellhounds after me. You come to get me yourself." Crowley raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"That's fine with me. Now, let's seal the deal." Crowley leaned his head up as Y/N leaned down to meet his lips. As Y/N tried to pull away, Crowley grabbed the back of his head and deepened the kiss. When Y/N was finally out of air, Crowley let him go. Crowley took a few steps back and smiled. "See you in a day, Singer."

Y/N wiped his mouth as Crowley went back to Hell. He turned around and walked back to his Chevelle. The engine turned over and he pulled out of the grass, driving back to his house.

By the time he pulled into the salvage yard, the sun was barely making the sky a soft, pink hue. He turned off the engine and drifted the rest of the way until his car pulled to a stop next to the '67 Chevy Impala. He glanced over at it before climbing out of his car and walking into the house.

He heard laughter as he walked through the small hallway and looked into the kitchen. The three men looked over at him as he smiled and waved. Bobby stood up and walked into the hallway. He turned Y/N back towards the door and pushed him forward until they were out of sight of the kitchen. Then he grabbed Y/N's ear and dragged him outside into the maze of cars, pulling him far enough away from the house until it wasn't visible.

Bobby let go of Y/N's ear and let him get over the pain in his ear before punching him in the jaw. Y/N's head went with the impact and he brought his hand up to it to hold it.

"Dad, what the hell?!"

"No. You, what the hell?! What did you do?!" Y/N looked up to his dad and felt the warmth of tears running down his cheeks. Bobby's mouth fell open as he looked at his son's eyes. "How many years?"

Y/N looked back down and kicked his shoe. Bobby grabbed his face and lifted it up. "How many years, Y/N?!" Y/N forced himself to look up at his father.

"24 hours," he whispered, scared that his voice would crack. Bobby's eyes flicked between his son's for a moment before he pulled him close. Y/N grabbed his father's vest and held on tightly. He hung his head and buried it into his dad's shoulder.

"Why? I can't lose my boy," Bobby whispered into Y/N's ear. He held back a sob, trying to stay strong for his son. He stroked the back of Y/N's head just like Karen would do when he was little.

"I had to, Dad. I couldn't just let Sam and Dean die because I made a mistake. What kind of older brother would I be then?"

"One that wouldn't be going to Hell!" Bobby pulled away from his son and held his face in his hands. Y/N couldn't look him in the eyes, he was too scared he would see disappointment and anger.