Deanmon

Deanmon part 2

Shock filled your body when you saw him, his grin was smug and cocky as words escaped from his lips "Whoops" that's it, now you were pissed. You couldn't let him know your anger and frustration, so you put on a mask.

"Hey Dean, haven't seen ya in a while- new haircut?" He looked down at his feet for a moment, still keeping his smile, when he looked up he flashed you his black eyes "You could say that" he flashed them back to normal in an instant.

It hurt to see your friend a demon, but you had to stay strong if you were gonna turn him back into Dean.

You circled each other, waiting for the other to attack, "Heard you were in town" he finally spoke up "Wheres Sammy?" The playful smirk still on his lips.

God his lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know" you taunted. All the of the sudden the demon blade became heavy in your belt, you didn't mean to break his stare and look down in a bit of worry, but you did.

Looking back up his expression was curious as to why you were so scared, you had to start talking to throw him off. "So Dean, why go darkside?"

"What can I say, they had free cookies"

"Dean just come back" you began to plead, he pondered on it for a minute and turned your stare straight into your eyes, like he used to when he was human.

"Your gonna have to take me yourself"

"Fine" your expression hardened as you prepared for battle

"You honestly think you can take me?" He chuckled

"I'm not leaving here without you"

"Then your leaving here in a body bag" he wasn't kidding this time.

You grabbed your knife and rushed him,  he was quick to respond, he grabbed your wrist and twisted it causing you to drop the knife. He whipped you around and kicked your knees, making you drop to the ground. Arm still twisted behind your back, he bent down close to your ear, so close you could feel his hot breath pan over your neck. Lips pressed to your ear. "This will not end well for you" his words sent shivers down your spine, but a fire in you started to ignite.

You snapped your arm back, elbow colluding with his face. You both stumbled to your feet, as he approached, you grabbed your flask and flicked your wrist at his tall stature. His skin sizzled at the holy contact, sending him to the ground.

Grabbing your cuffs', you only got one hand entrapped before he tackled you to the ground. Sitting on your stomach and pinning your hands above your head, to keep you from moving.

His eyes suddenly got filled with lust? Slightly biting his bottom lip, eyes scanning over your wriggling form.

He got lost in thought.

Breaking your hand free, you grabbed your knife and whipped it at him, tearing the flesh, making a new wound on his cheek. He backed up in shock, just enough to cuff his hands together.

Rendering him captured.

After securing him in the backseat of the impala, you called Sam with news of your return-

"Sam, I'm on my way back" you heard his voice pipe up on the other end on the burner, "Was the lead a bust?" You were tired and didn't want to deal with Sam yelling at you 'cause you didn't call sooner. "I'll be back in a few hours" and with that you closed your phone with a 'snap' and tossed it through the open window in the impala, glancing at it land in the passenger seat.

Looking back at your bike, you grew angry again. You had to drag your broken bike from under the impala and hide it behind the bar so nobody got any ideas before you could come back for it.

The journey back to the bunker was a long one, not that Dean didn't help with his ever-so-snarky commentary.

Finally arriving, you pulled up to the bunker and turned the ignition off. Walking to Dean's side of the car, getting him out and practically dragging to the entrance as he glared daggers at you. Your hand retrieved to your long coat pocket to get the key, only to realize you forgot yours.

'BANG' 'BANG' 'BANG'

You pounded on the metal door, waiting for the youngest Winchester to open it. After a few moments of silence he finally did, shock littering his soft features.

"Sam-" Dean began to say something, snarky no doubt, but you just weren't haven it. You abruptly shoved him thru the doorway cutting him off, earning a glare from him as he stumbled for balance.

After you and Sam strapped him into the Dungeon, Sam pulled you aside into the main room and started to get mad at you. "Why didn't you tell me?!" You only rolled your eyes and started to walk off "Stow it Sam, I'm exhausted" he grabbed your wrist to stop you, but instead you let out a screech of pain and dropped to the floor clutching your wrist.

"Oh my god, Y/N I'm so sorry" he knelt beside you and proceed to grab your wrist gently and look at the wound.

"It's not your fault, I think Dean broke it" you hadn't realized it was injured until Sam pulled on it. He fetched the first aid kit and started patching you up while you explained what happened, not that there was much of a story. But you weren't surprised when Sam got angry.

"You need to go to the hospital"

"No. Dean first" a look of concern stayed on his face, but nodded with understanding, especially since he knew your feelings for Dean. Which Dean hadn't known himself.

Sighing, you shook your head as to clear all thoughts of Dean "Wheres Cas?"

"Uh, doing some angel stuff in Utah, I'll call him, you should get some rest." He gave you a faint smile

A wave of relief washed over you as you heard you and rest in the same sentence. "You got that right" you smiled and so did he. Walking away you remembered something- "Tell Cas to get my bike, it's behind the Clover leaf in Savior, North Dakota."

He chuckled, obviously at how worried you had been over your motorcycle. "Yeah, no problem" a genuine smile creeping on his features. And with that you left.

Crashing on your bed your eye lids immediately became heavy as you swam through your thoughts of Dean- or rather his demon forum, Deanmon. Sleep eventually engulfed you as Dean's black eyes haunted your memory.

You felt someone slap your leg, "Hey" you groggily opened your eyes to reveal a very large Sam towering over your bed. "I need to go get some blood to purify Dean" you rolled over and shoved your face back into your pillow, muffling an ok and with that you heard the moose patter out of your room and close the door with a soft 'click'. You soon dozed off again.

You jumped abruptly as someone rammed their fist in your face sending a shooting pain to your left cheek bone. You quickly realized you had been tied to a chair in the library at the bunker. "Oh good, your awake" looking up you saw Dean flashing his black eyes and fiddling with a knife...