𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

information | dean x reader

type: fluff, angst
warnings : mild swearing

imagine: a demon with information possesses you, but your boyfriend, dean, doesn't want to hurt you

•

You were falling in and out of consciousness as Dean sat you up against the wall of a bedroom. "Stay here, Sam and I will kill her," Dean grumbled, leaving you on the other side of the house. Nervousness washed over you as you passed out again. That demon have given you one serious whack to the head.

Waking back up, you heard the demon laugh, "Can't get me that quick, Winchesters!" Sam stopped saying the spell, and you heard a thud.

"The vents," Sam exasperatedly exclaimed. You almost passed out once more, but you saw the black fumes pouring out of an air vent above you. You let out a strangled groan for some one to come help you, but it was too late.

Dean barged back into the room just as the lasts of the demon forced its way into your body. "No!" He screamed.

You felt the demon inside you trying to break through, and you desperately screamed, "Knock me out, Dean! Save yourself some time to get to the dungeon!"

He hesitated, but raised his arm up weakly. It lowered quickly, your eyes shutting before impact hit.

•

You woke up to see you were in engraved shackles, and Sam stood in front of you. "So who am I talking to?" He shrugged, leaning into the frame of the door.

"Y/N," The demon shrugged. You felt bad not being able to control your words.

You felt like you were swimming in the ocean and you just couldn't seem to get to the top for air, the demon pushing you further and further down as you struggled.

Sam sighed, "Could I get your actual name?"

"Sorry, kid. All anonymous."

Sam rolled his eyes as turned away to leave the room. "Come back soon!" The demon laughed out.

Dean entered not even one minute later with an angel blade in his hands. "You're gonna get out of this body right now, okay?" He sternly stated. "I'm giving you a chance."

"How flattering. Big brother Winchester and I in the same room! It's lovely. The only way I'm getting out is if you kill this pathetic vessel you call a girlfriend." Your voice rang out.

You screamed for the demon to stop, but the words kept flowing out.

Dean slammed his hand on the table, placing the blade on your throat. "Shut up, you bitch. Y/N is anything but pathetic."

Your vision blurred until it flickered to black. Your sense of hearing was still very acute, though.

"So do it. Hurt your precious girlfriend here. I'm just positive that she'll forgive you." Your voice harshly growled.

The silence that came after signified Dean's fear. A laughed chuckled out of your throat, and you felt horrible that you couldn't do anything about it.

You kept fighting.

Dean plunged his weapon down towards your arm. The demon forced your arm away, your voice screaming, "Dean, stop!"

He paused, the blade gently scraping upon your skin. He growled, "That's not you."

Your eyes flickered back to normal as you gained control of your body. Tears welled up in your eyes. "Dean, listen to me. It's me this time. I don't know how long I can hold this down." He backed up, ready to speak back. "Listen. It's me. Do what you need to do to get this bastard out of me. I'll keep fighting. I'm gonna be okay, alright? It's going to b-"

The demon broke back through, your body shuddering. Your sight flickered back to black.

You heard Dean yell out, "I'm sorry, Y/N."

An excruciating pain flew from your throat, followed by a pain in your stomach.

You shot your eyes open, looking back at your surroundings.

Dean held the angel blade in your stomach, a pained look in his teary eyes. Sam ran into the room, hollering. The shackles were removed from you, and Dean let go of the blade, leaving it in for cauterizing reasons.

Everything seemed faded- further away. You kissed Dean gently. "Hospital," you groaned quietly. "Now."

•

You exited the hospital weakly, the wrap around you uncomfortably rubbing up on your skin. "You should really get an anti-possession tattoo," Sam chuckled.

You forced out a laugh, but regretted it immediately. "Maybe once I'm done with this whole recovery shit."

Dean looked at you in the mirror with soft eyes. "Semi-Permanent for now it is," he proclaimed. "Permanent later."

You drove back to the bunker, worries left behind.

•

{shelby}
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