You Will Be Found

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"ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ
...

Stiles wrung his hands anxiously, eyes glancing at Scott who looked up, the two of them making eye contact. Sam, the taller one with longer hair, Stiles liked him better, Dean was a lot more intimidating than Sam.

He had finished spray painting a symbol on the floor, and Dean had tied the demon to a chair, setting him in the middle of the circle star thing. They hadn't left from the abandoned building, Dean said something about being lucky that it wasn't near civilization.

"So, what are you guys gonna do?" Stiles spoke up, (Y/N) looking from where she was resting on the floor, cuts littered her face and body, clothes torn and dried blood splattered across her top.

Dean and Sam glanced at each other, "Maybe you all should go home."

"You're on my territory," Derek spoke up, Scott and Stiles looking from him and Dean who seemed to be having a stare down. "We stay and you tell us what the hell is going on."

"Well, this demon knew what (Y/N) was. No one other than a select few know. Now you do and," He and (Y/N) looked at each other and he didn't have to finish his sentence, his threat was obvious. "We need
to know how he knows what she is."

"Who all knows?" Lydia asked.

"Us, Bobby," Her uncle, Stiles made a mental check note, "Cas," Dean's boyfriend, "Crowley," Don't know who the hell that is, "Now you guys."

"Who's Crowley?" She looked up Stiles, sending him a confused look as he directed his question at her, "I know who the others are but...?"

"You told them who - "

"Dean." Sam shushed, elbowing his brother.

"King of hell."

"King of hell? Isn't that Satan?"

(Y/N) bit her lip, eyes automatically running over to Dean then back to Stiles. "Well, the devils locked in this cage in hell. Uh, we stopped him and the apocalypse from happening and Crowley's king of hell."

"King of being a dick too," Dean muttered bitterly.

Ignoring her brother she continued, "We have some sort of agreement. See, most demons or angels would use me for my powers to help them. But Crowley is the only demon who knows what I am. Somehow I've stayed under the radar for angels. But this one somehow knew what I was." She heaved herself up, Dean standing by her protectively. "Now seriously, I think you guys should leave. Please."

Derek glared harder, and Stiles hasn't even been glared with such intensity. You sighed, turning to face the demon who had been watching you all with a raised eyebrow, surprisingly not saying anything.
Dean gave you a knowing look which you answered with a sad smile. "Having friends was nice while it lasted..."

He nodded, Sam, handing him Ruby's knife. "So buddy," You rolled your eyes at the voice drop, he acted scarily but he was truly like a puppy, "Care to tell us? It'll save you from a load of pain."

"Go to hell."

Dean smiled sarcastically. "Already been."

~~

You rubbed your face tiredly, eyes flickering over to Stiles and his friends, all sharing look of confusion, disgust, fear and worry. The demon had yet to spill anything other than his dead meat suit's blood.
Dean sighed, placing Ruby's knife on a table. "(Y/N)," You knew where this was heading to, "You're up kiddo."

You stood, pausing when Lydia spoke up. "Her? She's a kid, not even older than us. You trust a demon near her?"

You were torn between laughing and crying, but you stood stone-faced. "You'd be surprised..." You stepped forward, already feeling your blood spike with the power and adrenaline as you stood in front of the black-eyed bastard. Normally this was easy, but you never had someone you feared judgement this bad form. You felt Sam's palm lay on your shoulder, "You okay?"

You nodded, taking a deep breath, feeling his hand move and you made eye contact with the bloody and sweaty demon. "Let's start with the basics." Your voice went cold whenever you did this,
emotionless, "How long have you known what I am?"

He remained silent, smirking at you lightly. "Alright." You brought your hand up a bit, fingers inching together, "Normally demons would answer before we got here so I may be a bit rusty. But I promise," You
smirked, "You won't die yet."

You snapped your fingers together, eyes changing bright purple as you stared him down, watching him start coughing, blood coming up slowly, spilling down the front of his clothes. "What - ?"

"See normally demons can't really feel pain unless an angel, demon or angel blade is touching them. And you assumed since I was so young none of my powers were under my control." You got in his face, "You never, underestimate the Winchesters, you bitch."

He spat in your face, and without flinching you wiped away the bloody spit, turning around, avoiding the looks of horror on the faces of the other teens. You snapped, hearing the demon stop coughing and sputtering up the blood. "How did that feel? Not good I assume." You turned to face him, "So let me ask again, how long have you known what I am?"

Instead of answering or remaining quiet he smiled at you, "Surprised you don't recognize me..." He slurred, spitting blood onto the floor near your feet, "Course last I saw you were a wee witch, barely managing not to set fire to yourself whenever you sneezed." You felt yourself freeze up, arms stiffening as you stared at him, sensing the movement between Dean and Sam as they began realizing what
was going on. "I remember your whole family at that point too."

Dean grabbed your arm, trying to pull you back, "Mama Margret, skinwalker who abandoned her kind when she fell in love. Papa Steve,
too attached to monsters like you, mama...like me." You started shaking, unaware to the building shaking around you, not hearing the panicked yells of those around you or Dean pulling on you.

"And little Jonathan...now killing him was a bonus."

- A/N -

I FEEL AS IF IT IS GETTING MORE AND MORE DRAMATIC, AND WHO IS JONATHAN?!