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Nice To Meet You, Mr. Demon

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I don't exactly know what I'm doing. I'm wandering down the street in the town closest to the bunker, taking a walk to clear my mind I suppose. Dean and Sam had gone on another hunt, only a couple hours after returning from one and had been arguing. And this wasn't the usual sibling quarrel. They didn't think I had heard, but I had.
(Flashback)
"Dean, Y/N needs to start hunting," Sam said softly.
"No, she doesn't! No one should be forced into hunting," Dean replied firmly, clearly not wanting to discuss this.
"I care about her too, but she can take it. And we really need the help, there's more and more hunts pouring in."
"We can take of it. We always do."
"This is different, Dean. We've never seen an outbreak this bad."
Dean sighed.
"I'm not arguing about this again with you, Sam. She gets to decide. End of discussion."

And it had been. Sam had relented and they never spoke a word of it to me. I passed a couple on the sidewalk. We politely nodded to each other and continued on our path. God, they had it lucky. For them, their biggest worries were nagging parents and taxes. Meanwhile, I had to decide if I wanted to dedicate my life to killing monsters. I knew becoming a hunter meant that I would inevitably be killed by one. It's not like I couldn't do it physically, I had been training with Sam and Dean for years and served as a researcher, knowing basically an lore or myth they would need. Sitting down at a bench at the edge of the small park in the center of the own, I watched the people passing by absently. I smiled softly as a group of teenage girls laughed with each other, stopping frequently to take pictures.
Then something caught my eye.
A man was walking behind the girls, stopping when they stopped. With his hood up and dark clothes, he perfectly fit the stereotype of a creep. I kept my eyes on him for a minute or so, tracking his movements and trying to decide the best course of action. Eventually, I decided to approach him. At 5'11 and athletically built, I was pretty imposing, but I put on a fake polite smile to start with; he could just be a regular guy and I could just be paranoid. I walked up to him and started off simple.
"Hey, what's up?"
The man turned his face to mine and I almost gasped. In the place of normal eyes, the trademark black eyes of a demon stared back at me, joined by a very creepy smile.
"Gas prices."
What? My brain tried to connect what he was saying, still in a little bit of shock that he hadn't tried to stab me or something. Ah, so he was going to try to get clever with me.
"A shame, right? Darn economy," I quipped with a smile, "So, what are you doing round these parts?"
He huffed some sort of a laugh.
"I'm here to kill you of course. Wanna take a walk?"
I thought about it for a second.
"Why not. I don't have anywhere to be."
He started walking down the path around the path and I walked by his side.
"So, I have a question."
Without looking at me, the demon said, "Sure, ask."
"Why do you want to kill me?"
The demon was walking fast and I had to take long strides to keep up.
"I don't want to kill you."
I tilted my head, confused.
"But you said-"
"I said I was here to kill you. I don't like my orders, which are to kill you in any way possible."
"That's nice of you."
"I know, I'm practically an angel."
We both chuckled at the irony, then I saw the black eyes flick back for a bit, before disappearing with a blink. This reminded me that whether or not this demon said he wasn't here to kill me, didn't mean he was telling the truth or at least all of it. He could just maim me or torture me. Time for answers.
"So, who's giving you these orders?"
The demon stopped, looking at something in the distance. I stopped next to him, trying to see what he was seeing, but all I saw was a young boy chasing after a white puppy.
"What're we looking at, Mr. Demon?"
He turned to me and I recognized n emotion I wasn't prepared to see in a demon's face. Fear.
"Look, I don't have much time. I'm going to die for this, so please listen. Jophiel has taken over hell and is cutting my brothers down"
I thought about that for a second.
"Sorry, but isn't that a good thing for me?"
The demon grasped me by the shoulders.
"If Jophiel has his way, he will turn everyone you love into a new generation of demons along with us!"
My eyes wide and mind whirling, I asked, "What do you mean?"
"They're here!"
He was looking behind my shoulder with fear etched in his face. His eyes snapped to mine.
"Save us or join us!"
Then he started screaming.
I stepped back from him, scared and confused. His head was thrown back and he was screaming louder than seemed possible. Then I watched in horror as a strip of skin started peeling from his cheek. Another stripped from his neck and more and more started until he was completely shredded. In less than a minute, it was over. Strips of skin and other unidentifiable part lay scattered a couple of feet around his pile of clothes.
What the hell could do that?
My hand over my mouth and knees shaking, I pulled out my phone to call Dean, my fingers automatically typing his number in.
"Hey, what's up?" his deep voice at the end of line jump started some part of my brain.
This was important.
My family needs me.
The world needs me.
I am a hunter.
I will protect those I love and those who cannot protect themselves.
"Y/N, you there?'
I focused once more on Dean's voice.
"Dean, you and Sam need to get back to the bunker right now. I have demon laying shredded at my feet, who sacrificed his life to tell me that a douche named Jophiel is trying to destroy humankind."