"Y/n" a voice calls out.
You slowly open your eyes to see the raggedy man in front of you. His blond shoulder-length hair entwined with blood and dirt along with his eyes filled with rage caused the hair on the back of your neck to prickle up with anticipation.
"You could have chosen someone easier on the eyes you know" you say smirking at him.
You were tied up to a chair in the middle of an abandoned old house on the outskirts of a small town just south of Bobby's. You had taken the case upon request of Sam and Dean who were going to join you. It had been a few weeks since you had last met up with them and Bobby on a case that got a little over their heads when Dean decided to intervene in a game of poker in which the currency of the chips were years rather than actual money. When they called you saying Dean had lost against the chips, you had to come see it yourself. Luckily, from your many connections with the supernatural world (and after several attempts made by the boys) you convinced the witch to move on and give Dean his years back. It took a little convincing and an exchange of what you would consider procured supernatural items you happen to have had, but you got Dean back to the way he was. A part of you did miss the old man dean though, not only was he ancient and fragile, but kind of cute in a flirty old man way. You couldn't really get into your usual back and forth banter due to laughing so hard every time the old man tried to hit on you, so you decided it would be best to have him back to his normal self.
Since you had left Bobby's you had been traveling non-stop. You would call Bobby every month or so, letting him know what you were up to case wise but failing to mention the other work you had been doing. He was suspicious, and would question you often, but you would insist on your cases and promise to see him soon. He trusted you. It helped that you would meet up with Jo, Ruffus, and Garth on occasion which would ease Bobby's suspicions.
You also would meet up with the Winchester boys on hunts throughout the year you have been gone, and they have grown to enjoy your company. Sam enjoyed the intellectual conversations you would have about various aspects of the supernatural world intrigued by your vast knowledge. You would also join him for morning runs which he appreciated. You had grown to be best friends. He told you about His mistake with letting Lucifer out of the cage, and His addiction to Demon blood, his feelings and emotions about his whole ordeal with Azazel and losing Jessica. You were understanding, having done some really shitty things yourself. You always tried to build him up, trying to get him to see his good despite his bad, because that is what you believe in. Change.
Dean enjoyed your banter, the way you could take down as many shots of whiskey he could without getting sloshed, and your love for homemade pie and good old-fashioned rock & roll. You three had become almost inseparable for a time in which you joined them for many different hunts, zig-zagging across the country in the impala, but duty called and you couldn't get them involved in your other life. Claiming you had other hunts to chase and people to save you left them, but still would meet up for an occasional case or re-union at Bobby's.
"Shut up you Bitch" the shifter growls pulling out a knife and holding it up to your chest, a threatening look in his eye.
"Make me" you answer, clearly unfazed.
"You don't think I know who you are?" he laughs to cover up his agitation. "I know you by your true name."
"I don't know what you are talking about" you reply collected. It wasn't common for many to recognize you, but it also didn't shock you when they did.
He grabs you by the hair and pulls your neck in an angle to have better access to your ear. "Sparta" he whispers. He plunges the knife into your shoulder causing a searing pain to rush through your body and a fresh blanket of sweat to your forhead. He proceeds to back out of the devils trap he had painted on the floor, a wicked grin plastered on his face.
"Oh, what people would pay for you" he spits. "I know a lot of people who want you dead"
You smile, trying to detract from the pain your nerves are shooting down your arm. "I am sure you do"
He continues to smile as he makes his way back towards you to retrieve his knife, pulling it out quick, you grunt in pain.
"You aren't as tough as I expected Sparta. Squirming from a little knife" he plunges the knife deep into the wooden arm of the chair, missing your hand by mere centimetres. "Pathetic"
"You know who I am" you grin, ignoring the pain. "So you know the types of things I am going to do to you when I get out of here"
His face turns white, once again backing out of the devils trap. "Oh you are not getting out" he says failing to not let his voice quiver. "I know some people in high places that should be coming for you anytime now". You just laugh in response, making him more nervous.
"You really think they can get anything out of me? You should know my past. You know they can't break me"
"Break you?" he says, more confidence in his tone. "Doll face, they aren't wanting to break you. They want to know what makes you tick. What kind of suppressed emotions are hiding underneath that facade of yours."
You stare him down, not blinking.
"You may know pain darlin' but you know nothing about being completely broken. Not yet anyways"
It's in this moment Sam and Dean break down the door, quickly analyzing the situation. Realizing that the shifter wasn't close enough to harm you Sam fires his pistol filled with silver rounds as Dean lowers his weapon and comes to your aid. He looks you up and down analyzing the damage, a few bruises, a possible concussion, and the stab wound to your shoulder. Definitely not the worst shape you have ever been in.
He unties you while Sam checks to make sure the asshat was dead. Dean looks over his shoulder as Sam confirms it with a quick nod before coming over to help.
As you try to stand up on your own your head starts pounding, letting you know your adrenalin is running low.
"You alright?" Deans gruff voice ricochets around the room, hitting your head at what feels like 1000 miles per hour.
"Dandy" you reply, giving him a painful smile.
"Can you walk?" Sam asks, holding your unhurt arm for support.
"I'm fine Sam"
You swat their hands away, trying to look tough, but it quickly backfired when you took a step forward, forgetting about the trap. You freeze. You face paling, realizing that at this moment the boys would know. That they wouldn't listen. That they would hate you.
You had tried for so long to keep it under wraps. You told yourself not to get to close to the Winchesters. Not only because it was for their safety, it was for yours. If they ever figured out what you were, you knew you would be dead. But at this moment, that didn't bother you. You would rather be dead than have them see you for who you really are. A Demon.
You were always so cautious on cases with them. You made sure to never go on hunts that could possibly be a demon, you stayed away from devils traps, and always found an excuse to not have to grab anything from the trunk of the impala. But here, it was out of your control. And the worst part about it was now you would get to see the utter rage and betrayal plastered onto the boys faces when they put two and two together. And they would never look at you the same again, they would only see a monster.
To make matters worse, you had slowly been developing feelings for Dean. You two had gotten close over the year, between sharing hotel rooms, dirty jokes, and scarfing down pie you had realized that your crush had soon turned into a profound adoration for the green eyed hunter. Between his loyalty to his family, his childish playfulness, and his dazzling smile, how could you not fall for him? He had opened up to you on occasion, letting down his walls and opening up his thoughts and emotions to you. You knew just from the way he acted he didn't do that just around anyone, so you knew your bond was close. Sam had even pointed it out saying "you realize he has a thing for you" or "he wouldn't just tell anyone that". You would ignore your own emotions towards the gruff hunter since you knew that not only would it not be safe, it wouldn't be possible for him to like you whether or not you were a demon. Girls who were way hotter than you were always flinging themselves at him any chance they could. At bars, at diners, hell sometimes even just walking down the street. There was no way you could even compete with them. You just weren't his type. He would never love you.
As you emotions came running to the surface between the love for your best friend, and your colossal crush on Dean, tears began you well in your eyes. Knowing at that moment non of the memories of obnoxious singing or prank-wars mattered. Not the late night drinks, popcorn filled movie nights, or unmemorable drunken talks. In this moment, it was all over.
"Y/n you okay?" Dean said standing in front of you, you turn to look at both of them one last time before everything changed.
"Will one of you break the devils trap?" you say under your breath, your voice breaking at the end. The tears started flowing down your cheeks as you look at the ground, not wanting to see their expressions. You were unsure if they heard you. They just stood there. There feet not moving. You could feel there eyes on you, most likely questioning what you had said.
Sam was the first to take a step, exiting the devils trap. "y/n that isn't funny".
You continued to look at the ground. You could feel the build up of hurt radiating off of Dean.
"Y/n..." Sam said again, trying to get something out of you. Dean finally registered fully what you said and proceeded to step out of the trap as well.
"What did you say?" Dean asked with his jaw clenched.
You looked up to see their expressions finally. Pain, confusion, and anger etched onto each of their faces.
"... I can't leave.." you proceeded in a hushed whisper, no longer crying. You felt weak, like your legs would fall out from under you at any moment. "I can't walk out of the devils trap"