You, Dean, and the Demon {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter One

"Y/N!" Dean calls, I hear it echo through the walls of the bunker. Dean comes rushing through the threshold only to find me knee deep in research.

"Where's Sam?"

"I thought he was with you." I replied with concern in my voice knowing what was to come.

"Well he wasn't..." Dean hung his head in realization. "Damn it." He states.

"What?" I say, but I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Crowley" His body is still but his green, concerning eyes spoke in its absence.

With his hand already on his gun, he hands me the demon knife from the kitchen counter, and we take off for the dungeon. I think this is the first time I saw Dean really scared since we started dating.

We met at a gas station. I was browsing the pies when he came up beside me and asked me my name and favorite pie, while his brother was grabbing food and edging Dean to hurry up and stop "bugging the girl". I was okay with it though. Man, I fell right into the trap that was those green eyes. And that smile. And that plaid. And that car. You know what? It doesn't really matter how he got me, what matters is that he did. I've actually saved his life a few times. Reaper, Spirit, Vamp... I should probably mention that I found out that they were hunters pretty quickly. I mean it was pretty easy, I was a smart kid. It started with the demon traps on the Impala's tailgate, and that an angel (later named Castiel) kept popping up out of mid-air. He would always look at me funny though. Like I had something of his.

"SAMMY?" Dean breaks my thoughts and continues to yelling for his brother in hopes to hear a response.

We approached the dungeon door and Dean knocked with what looked to be all his strength.

"SAMMY?" he called out one last time before barging in. The door opened easily and sitting there was Crowley. In his 'throne', also known as the torture chair. The chair kept him in check, but then again, Sam and Dean were his torturers. If they wanted answers, they got them. Beneath the chair was a demon trap, as well as another to the side. Then Sam kept his exorcism book to the left just in case. They knew everything there was to know about demons.

This time Crowley looked different, he looked... Happy. I don't know how he could be. He was beaten all to hell. He had a black and swollen eye, his pant leg was soaked in blood, his teeth were stained red behind his sinister smile, and he had blood gushing from his left cheek from a 3cm deep cut. Crowley, the king of hell, was beaten to, well... Hell.

Dean looked straight past it and continued to call to his brother in a lower tone. "Sam?" It was almost like he was expecting him to be possessed, or under a trance. I glanced to the left side of the room. Nothing. I looked to the right side. Movement.