This is a Teen Wolf and Supernatural crossover.
The Winchester sibling, Dean Sam and you, decide to stay in beacon hills for a while.
You gain a friendship with Stiles, maybe even more. While living in beacon hills you have to control a strong powe...
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"ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ, ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ"
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You winced, neck cracking under the strain you put on it, head turning sharply to the right, and you felt like the demon had knocked one of your teeth out with the blow of its punch. Instead of showing your weakness or the pain you straightened your head, spitting blood onto his face and smirking. He wiped the bloody spit off, glaring heavily at you.
"Now (Y/N)," He started, voice a mock sweet tone, "I tried reasoning with you politely - "
"Politely? Buddy last time I checked polite meant asking with a please not kidnapping someone from the woods and punching them repeatedly. But who knows maybe that's polite in hell." You smirked sarcastically at him. You felt the blood dry from the gash on your cheek, feeling the unpleasant feeling of your skin knitting back together as the cut healed. "Besides, beat me up all you want. It won't last as long as you need for me to agree."
You had expected him not to have a comeback or at least another punch to the face. Or a disappointed look that he would try to cover up. Basically anything other than what you got. He smirked smugly, stepping back from where you were dangling inches from the ground, wrists tied to the ceiling. "How wrong you are Ms Winchester."
He walked off to a small table opposite you, and you, being sarcastic and not knowing what he was doing, decided to egg him on more. "So really, what is with getting kidnapped and being held in an old, creepy abandoned house?"
"This was my home when I was human." Was the simple answer.
"That's suddenly supposed to give me meaning? I doubt you speak for all kidnappers." You heard what sounded like a knife but paid no mine, continuing, "So really? You took me here because of sentimental values? That's just....really?"
"Not sentimental, no. I know this place better than anyone. I could navigate through it with my eyes shut."
"And super demon senses would make no difference to that?" You raised an eyebrow, "Okay yeah whatever. So, whatcha got there black eyed buddy?"
He turned around, a small dagger in his hand, and on his face wore one of the biggest, smuggest smirks you had ever seen. You glanced over the knife, not sensing anything special. "Is this a visual of something?"
"You don't know what it is?"
"Well I am assuming it's a dagger but I think we've all read Percy Jackson so maybe it turns into a giant sword we're going to use on an adventure." Dean was right your mouth was going to get you killed one day.
"Well there are blades made to kill demons," He started walking forward slowly, making your eyes narrow, "Blades made to kill angels," You started squirming against the rope, realizing what exactly was in his hand, he came to a stop in front of you, "And one special blade made to kill...you."
