Supernatural imagines: So, Get This...

DemonSam's Possession

Sam being touchy with you but you keep pushing him away and he pins you to the wall and you see his eyes turn black.

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I closed the door behind me with a sigh. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and looked around. There was no sign of anyone being here but I still approached cautiously. I placed my bag down beside the door and pulled my pistol from my waistband. I walked slowly to cover the sound of my footsteps. I rounded the corner and got a slight smell of sulfur, demon! I grabbed the shotgun that was hidden under my draws and cocked it. I turned the final corner and saw non-other than Sam Winchester sat on my couch. I groaned and uncocked the gun. 

"I could have shot you," I growled but he smirked. "How did you get in?" I asked walking around so he could look at me easily. 

"Your window was open," He shrugged making me sigh. 

"Okay, what are you doing here? Where's Dean?" I asked but he stood up and approached me. 

"I was remembering what we did a few months ago and want it again," He commented with a smirk. I knitted my eyebrows together in disbelief. 

"First of all, I'm not a booty call, second of all, I don't appreciate you breaking into my house and finally,-" I cut myself off when my eyes slipped to his chest and I noticed a scorch mark. I decided to pretend not to see anything. "Do you want coffee?" I asked with a smile, trying my best to act natural. He nodded slightly so I smiled and gestured to the seat he was sat at. He sat down and I walked to the kitchen. as soon as I was there I called Dean and spoke in a hushed tone so Sam wouldn't hear me. 

"It's a bad time right now, Y/N," Dean said and I could hear him rushing around slightly. 

"Sam's here and I think somethings wrong," I said quickly and quietly. 

"I'll be there in 10 minutes," He added before hanging up. I focused on making the coffee. I boiled holy water for the coffee and prayed Dean wouldn't take too long. I carried the coffee's and too a seat on the couch as far from Sam as I could. I put the drinks on the table and smiled. Sam's eyes were glued to me. 

"How've you been?" I asked trying my best to keep him occupied while I waited for Dean. 

"I've been thinking about you, the hot night and morning we had," He replied starting to move closer to me on the couch. I felt uncomfortable, this isn't Sam. 

"Well, that was a long time ago, I've changed," I shrugged trying to get further away. I then grabbed my coffee and took a sip to try and get him to drink his. I need to know if it's a demon or shapeshifter. I need to know how to fight him if it comes to it. He sighed. He was now closer enough to touch so he extended his hand out and touched my hip, his hand moved around my waist and he smirked evilly. "You know, I've had a long day, why don't we go for a drink?" I asked trying to get him off me but he instead put both hands on my side and pulled me so I was lying on the couch with him above me. His smirk looked illegal on Sam's face. "Sam I'm saying no," I barked timidly. He only chuckled. His hands moving up my side. I know now is the time to fight. I kicked my leg out and kneed him in the balls. He was slightly stunned so I flipped him off of me and chucked the coffee in his face. He winced and I finally saw the black eyes of the demon possessing him. He smirked again. 

He punched my across the face and I fell to the floor. I extended my arm out under the coffee table grabbing the demon blade I had made and got into a fighting stance. Resting on one leg with the other extended and my arms in close to my chest. He looked a little hesitant but just as he was about to step towards me the door was kicked open and Dean suddenly came into view. He stood beside me with his demon blade and the demon looked scared. Dean stepped forward but as he did the demon ejected itself from Sam and disappeared. Sam suddenly became conscious and looked around a little worried. 

"I'm sorry guys," He started but I shrugged. Dean, however, looked annoyed. He punched Sam in the face. Dean turned around to look at me and I giggled slightly. It was now obvious that the demon had beat Dean up from the blood and bruising on his face. I couldn't help but laugh as I only got a little blood coming from my lip.  Sam approached me with an apologetic look, I smiled, however.

"I'm sorry," He started but I chuckled. 

"It's okay, to be honest, I liked being wanted," I joked making him laugh. I'm glad we're okay. 

"How about that drink?" He asked with a wide grin making me giggle. 

"Sounds perfect," I added with a smile.