You anxiously tugged at Dean's purple flannel, wrapping it tightly around your waist as you opened the front door to your brother's house. It smelt like Dean or at least his detergent and you found that calming. You were kicking yourself now for letting him go so easily, you should've insisted on getting his phone number at the very least, but you didn't want to force something if he wasn't feeling it. Although, it was a little hard to believe he didn't by the way he kissed you goodbye. Maybe you could make a day trip up to Lebanon in a week or two; it was a pretty small town so you figured someone would have to know where the Winchesters lived.
"What are you doing here?" Snapped your brother, Simon, from the other room when you walked into the foyer.
"I-I'm staying with you, r-remember?" You stammered nervously, meeting him in the kitchen.
"The hell you are, get out of here." He demanded, glaring at you from where he leaned up against the counter.
"B-but-"
"I'm not going to tell you again, brat. Get out!" He yelled and you'd finally had enough.
"You can be such an ass sometimes. So what, I think you made a mistake breaking up with June, since when do you even care what I think?" You scowled, it wasn't like your brother to hold a grudge against you for this long for something so trivial. But then again it wasn't like him to leave you behind across state lines with no way home either. "I get it, you're mad. I just don't understand why, did she cheat on you or something?"
"Last warning, Y/N." He said, oddly extremely calm.
"You know what, if anyone has the right to be pissed, it's me. Do you even care what I've been through or how I got home... You left me in the middle of nowhere with a fucking tornado on my ass and a dead cell phone and no money. I had to hitch a ride and spend the night with two guys in a very ominous looking muscle car because my brother is a complete and total jerk. Luckily, they turned out to be really great but things could've gone a lot worse if Dean didn't come along." You rambled, you were missing him already.
"Winchesters, of course." Simon groaned to himself and rolled his eyes, "where are they now?"
"They left," you shrugged and shook your head. "Wait, how do you know their name?"
"Should've known they wouldn't leave a poor, helpless, defenceless little girl on the side of the road." He sneered, his brown eyes turning to pure obsidian with a blink of his eyes.
You thought you were imagining it for a moment and your knees locked in fear as you continued to stare. It couldn't be- It had to be the way the sunlight hit his face, it was casting a shadow under his brows making them look black. That made sense, right? Yeah, that had to be it. You were desperately trying to convince yourself that you weren't crazy.
Your brother watched you with a sinister smirk and volcanic glass eyes, waiting for a reaction from you. One that wouldn't come as you stood frozen in place.
And after what felt like minutes which was probably a matter of a seconds, he grew impatient and his face twisted into an expression of displeasure. He expected something more along the lines of running and screaming, that's what he wanted and that's what he was going to get.
He made his way over to the knife block on the kitchen counter, pulling the largest one from its place and feeling the weight of it in his hand as he slowly made his way over to you.
"S-Simon?"
"Simon's not home right now but you can leave a message after the beep." He snickered. Whatever the hell that meant. "He's still hanging around up here," he said, tapping his temple with an index finger, "-somewhere. View-only though."
"You're hilarious, Simon. Now cut it out, you're scaring me." You said, stepping backwards as he approached you until your back bumped into the wall.
"Oh, I'm gonna do a lot more than that, brat, and your brother is going to have a front row seat to the show." He smirked at you, leaning on his free hand against the wall next to you, the other still holding the knife that you kept glancing down at.
"It's really creepy how you keep talking in third person. You know only psycho killers do that, right?" You stated, frowning when he dragged the knife up to your stomach.
You didn't think your brother would ever hurt you, but now you were starting to doubt that theory.
"What's more plausible, goody toe-shoes Simon suddenly snapped. Or someone, or rather something is possessing him. Like it's not even him." He laughed, waving the knife in front of your face for emphasis.
"S-stop, I'll scream."
"Timid little thing like you, bet your voice doesn't even go that high." He cackled and you felt your fear morph into anger.
"Fuck you!" You shouted.
"There we go, that's more like it, Y/N!" He shouted back in your face twice as loud, following it up with another dark chuckle.
You'd had enough and grabbed his hand with the knife trying to steal it away. He may have been taller than you but he was skinny and lacking in the muscle department so you usually weren't too unevenly matched.
Except the grip he had on your arm bruised instantly and he ripped the knife away from you effortlessly, grazing your palm in the process and slicing the skin.
You retreated and glanced down at your palm, watching the blood seep into the wound until you felt light-headed and dizzy. You looked back up at your brother to see his eyes still pitch black down to the whites, then the next thing you remember was the hardwood floor quickly rising up to meet you.
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It could've been seconds, minutes, hours; you didn't know. You blacked out and when you came to, you were bound to a chair in your brother's kitchen. There was something wrong with him, something not natural. He was soaked in that smell from the car, the rotting eggs and his eyes... Or was that your imagination? You still didn't know. And that was another thing, your brother was never that strong but it felt as though his fingers had bluntly bruised your wrist down to the bone. How was that possible? And did you really just pass out because of a little blood? You tugged at the tape on your wrists but it didn't budge and you groaned, attracting your brother's attention.
"It's about time you woke up. I was getting impatient but we wouldn't want to start the fun without you present and accounted for, right?" Simon said, you weren't sure if he was addressing you or himself. He pulled up a chair in front of yours and sat on it backwards facing you with the biggest knife in the kitchen held in his hand. His eyes back to their natural colour. "I'm not gonna hurt you just yet, as long as you're a good little girl and do what I say. Got it?"
"Simon. What happened to you?" You asked, unconvinced by what you suspected was your mind playing tricks on you. "Why are you doing this?"
Simon mocked you in a degrading tone and you glared at him hard. His eyes flashing from their regular brown to pure black with a blink, a grin spreading across his face as you swallowed thickly. He was toying with you.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" You breathed, the question coming out of your mouth before you could stop it.
He looked like a monster. You couldn't still be hallucinating or imagining things, could you? But Simon was your brother and he was human just like everyone else, right? What else could he be?
"Aww, did your little boyfriend not tell you? I'm a demon, Y/N." He said. Was he talking about Dean?
"What the hell are you talking about? Demons aren't real." You scrunched up your face. You were getting irritable yourself and your shoulders were starting to ache from being tied behind the backrest of the chair. The supernatural was a fantasy like magic and fairy-tales, you didn't understand why he was trying to convince you otherwise. "You're my brother, Simon, I know you. You've always protected me even when you're mad at me. You wouldn't touch a hair on my head and I'd bet my life on that."
"No?" He reached over, plucked a strand of hair from your head and tore it in two. "You were saying?"
"Just cut it out already, huh? This isn't funny anymore," your eyes welled with tears that you managed to blink away. All the emotions you'd felt simmering in your veins for the past twenty-four hours were finally bubbling to the surface. "Don't you think you've put me through enough already, leaving me on the side of the road like that."
"Funny, that actually was Simon." He snickered to himself mostly, "it's hard to break the bond between siblings, he managed to take control of his meat suit just long enough to save his baby sister. And yet, here you are whining about it. See he knew you were just a loose end for me... Although, now you might actually have some worth. Maybe I should keep you alive... for now." You didn't want to know what he had in mind for you.
"Cut the crap, S-Simon-"
You were starting to have second thoughts on whether he was telling the truth or not. Maybe there was something to this demon thing.
"I. Am. Not. Simon." He snapped, harshly poking a finger to your forehead with every word. "Get that through your thick skull, little girl."
"You're freaking me out," you breathed, this time the tears fell from your eyes. You believed him, he wasn't Simon, not anymore. Whether he be an actual demon or not.
"You, you, you. It's always about you, isn't it?" He ranted, plunging the knife into the seat between your legs.
You let out a nervous breath when it just barely sliced through the jeans on your thigh. You felt a slight sting but ignored the pain as you watched him intently. He left the knife there lodged in the wood and you looked up at him teary eyed.
"At least, that's what your brother thinks."
"Untie me. Now!"
"More orders," he chuckled. "Where would be the fun in that, baby sister?"
"You are such an asshole." You hissed through gritted teeth.
"Demon, actually. Tell me, do you really think this is Simon speaking." He grabbed the knife again, wrenching it from the seat of the chair and brought it up to your cheek. A drop of blood running free when he nicked the skin over your cheekbone. "Simon slicing through your flesh. Maybe Simon just snapped, is that what you think?"
You flinched at the sound of his fingers snapping in your ear and he backed off to see the fear in your eyes before he continued.
"I suppose after what you put him through the past five years it's not entirely unlikely. You do know that he still blames you for your parents' death. Thinks about it everyday, every time he looks at you. You just had to have them at your college graduation, otherwise they never would've been on that particular highway, on that particular day. You're the reason he can't be happy, you're the reason why he'll never get married to that pretty little blonde, June. And remember that promotion he said he didn't get, he lied because he promised your parents' he'd always look after his baby sister. It would've taken him out of town too often and you needed him."
"You're lying." You whimpered, tears easily escaping and wetting your cheeks.
"You wish but being a demon gives me certain abilities. Being able to read your brother's mind while I wear him as a suit is one of them." The smile he gave you sent a chill down your spine and you sunk back into the chair, trying to create more space between you. "Things that go bump in the night are very real, Y/N. And if good old Dean really cared about you, he would've warned you. He should've stayed with you, seen you to the door at the very least. But instead you walked right back into the grasp of your demon big brother." What the hell did Dean have to do with any of this? "You've always been a meek little thing, shy, and lacking determination, confidence, passion-"
"Screw you." You snapped, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins and you spat in his face when he leaned in. "How's that for meek? You black-eyed bas-"
"You bitch," he snarled, slapping you across the face and you tasted copper when the inside of your lip split. Heat and pain radiating and numbing the skin of your cheek. "Come on, Y/N/N. You've seen it in his eyes. The way he looks at you especially around this time of year."
You couldn't deny the irrefutable truth any longer, the man sitting in front of you was not your brother. Sure, he looked the same and sounded the same, but it wasn't him. It couldn't be him. You'd gotten into fights before with Simon as kids and if he ever did hurt you, which was only ever by accident, he would stop immediately to make sure you were okay.
This man didn't give a shit about you and you refused to believe that that was still your brother. Besides, the lack of an explanation for the way his eyes unnaturally flipped to solid black at a moment's notice was really starting to trouble you. Not to mention his new found strength and his entirely alternate personality. Demon made the most sense out of all other possibilities.
"I don't believe you," you said, although if you were being honest with yourself, you had seen that look in your brother's eyes before. Even if you didn't think he actually blamed you for what happened, you'd seen it cross his mind; hell, it even crossed yours from time to time. "Say I believe you, you're a demon wearing my brother's body as some sort of costume?"
"About time! Welcome to the party, Y/N." He snickered, tapping your cheek with the side of the knife so it slapped against your skin but didn't cut. "I prefer to think of it as a meat suit but the implication's the same."
"And my brother is he-?"
"Oh, sweetheart-" you never thought you'd cringe at that endearment, but here you were. "-your brother is just fine, for the time being but test me and that will change. Now, tell me how well do you know the Winchesters? Did you get all comfy-cozy with Dean on your sleepover?" The demon questioned, back on the topic of Dean.
Sure the guy was good looking, kind, sweet, and the best kisser you'd ever had the pleasure of knowing but the demon's interest in him bordered on obsession, minus the undertone of jealousy. It confused and annoyed you.
"What the hell is your obsession with the Winchesters?" You asked, scrunching up your face.
"You really have no idea what you've stumbled into; do you, darling? The Winchesters are famous and no, not like movie star famous... more like infamous. At least in my line of work and if I could bring even one of their heads back to hell on a platter- oh, the praise I would get. Everyone would know and fear me and you see, baby sister, that's every demon's dream. So, what d'you say, wanna help a demon out?" He explained, you still didn't understand but you weren't about to do anything to hurt Dean or Sam.
"No thanks, I'm good." You grinned sarcastically, tugging at your wrists again and managing to stretch the tape slightly.
"Wasn't really a question, Y/N." He growled, gripping your hair and forcing you to look him in the eye.
"I don't really care." You insisted, loving how easy it was to get on the demon's nerves. Sure, you were still scared as fuck but adrenaline does something to you in a situation like that.
"Oh my, you are a hard headed one, aren't you? Maybe you'll care if I hurt your precious big brother," the demon said, redirecting the knife to your brother's throat playfully.
"Okay, okay. Just fucking stop." You bit out but he just smiled back at you. He looked twisted, like he was an entirely different person; which technically, you supposed he was. "What do you want me to do?"
"All in due time, Y/N." He grinned from ear to ear, satisfied that he'd finally broken you; found your weak spot, your brother. "Do you hear that? Lover boy's back. Time to shine, baby sister."
You didn't know what the hell he was talking about, you didn't hear anything, but you weren't about to question it when he stood up and circled around you, cutting your wrists free. It was almost like he wanted you to run, you weren't sure if it was a thrill-of-the-chase type of deal but you couldn't not take the opportunity.
You made a break for the front door, tripping on the carpet along the way and scrambling to your feet as fast as you could. You ripped the door open and jumped down the steps sprinting down the path and glancing back to see if your brother was chasing after you. But you didn't see him and ran straight into a solid body that grabbed onto your waist tightly.
You were about to scream when you saw who it was...