I Am Not An Abomination: A Supernatural!Universe X Reader Adventure

Demon Blood Purge

      You woke up in the panic room. You knew it was the panic room immediately because of the Devil's Trap on the ceiling. You moaned sickly. Your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls and used as as an emergency stop for a semi-truck filled with lead. Your vision focused and unfocused, turning deep red for several seconds before returning to normal. You tried to squint your eyes and get them to focus, but it was impossible. You tried to speak, but all that came out was a scratchy moan. You tried to roll over, but your arm was caught on something. You looked down and over at your wrist and saw a pair of silver handcuffs attaching you to the bed. You tried to reach over with your other hand to free it, but found it too was cuffed to the bed. You tried to pull your legs up, but they were cuffed to the end of the bed.

      "Bobby?" you called out weakly, your voice scratchy and irritating your throat," Bobby!"

      Your voice echoed and rang in the room. You looked at the door and saw it was closed and locked from the outside. The memory of the demon blood... thick and warm sliding down your throat... it sent pure fear through your every fiber. You were a demon. You were now an instrument of evil. An agent of Hell. Sam and Dean would have to kill you in order to keep the world safe.

      "Why did you do it?" Sam asked.

      You saw him standing by the door, staring at you with watery eyes. You tried to reach out to him, but the handcuffs stopped you within a few centimeters. You pulled your hand back as Sam started to pace.

      "How could you do it?" Sam demanded insistently.

      "I... I couldn't- he forced me to... Asmodeus," you tried to explain to the very tall, younger Winchester.

      "You're weak," Sam accused you, snarling at you," You couldn't even keep from becoming a monster. You're a monster, now."

      "No... I'm not!" you yelped, trying to break free of the handcuffs," Sam! No! I'm not!"

      Sam stalked closer, towering over you. He grabbed you by your shirt and pulled you up as far as the cuffs would allow. You gasped for air, trying to grab onto Sam for support, but he only glared at you as he spoke slowly.

      "You. Are. Not. A hunter," he growled," You are a demon. You're a disappointment."

      Then he threw you against the bed, knocking the breath out of you. You choked and your breath hitched as you spasmed out of control, trying to kick Sam away as he punched you. You couldn't catch your breath. You couldn't scream. You tried to, but the sound was only hitched gasps and shallow yelps of pain. Sam's eyes were wild as he beat you down. When he was gone, you could finally cry and finally let out a scream. 

      Bobby stood outside the panic room door, listening to your screams. He couldn't look at anyone. He couldn't say anything. There was nothing he could say. He closed his eyes as you let out another bloodcurdling scream. The boys were standing on the side of the door, shaking their heads. Lucifer was staying as far back from the hunters as possible, sitting on a chair on the farthest wall from the panic room door.

      "SAM! NOOOOO! STOP IT!" you screamed," PLEEEASE SAM! I'M SORRY!"

      Sam's head shot up at the sound of you screaming his name. He stepped to the door and reached to open it. Bobby grabbed his hand and kept him from unlocking it.

      "You know how this works," Bobby whispered, staring into Sam's distressed face.

      "She's hallucinating," Sam cried softly," She should have someone there who is real-...!"