ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱɪᴅᴇ (ᴘᴛ 1)

A demon is strapped to a chair having holy water thrown on him. The demon screams and thrashes from side to side as his skin burns and sizzles.

"You ready to talk?" Y/N shouts, staring at the demon.

"I don't know. I don't know anything!"

"Oh, you hear that, boys?" Y/N looks to Sam and Dean, who are on either side of her, smiling sarcastically. "He doesn't know anything."

"Yeah," Sam and Dean smirk. "We heard."

"I'm telling you the truth," the demon says, breathing heavily.

"Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you." Y/N grabs his chin, forcing him to look up as she pours holy water into the demon's mouth, his skin burning and sizzling again. "I'm gonna ask you one last time... Who holds my contract?" she demands, glaring at him. The demon goes quiet, head hanging. When he looks up, his eyes are black, and he's smiling, causing Y/N to look slightly confused, head tilting.

"Your mother," the demon says. Y/N's face hardens, her jaw clenching. "Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over." His eyes return back to normal as Y/N slams her hands on the armrests of the chair and leans towards him.

"I want a name. Or else..." she threatens.

"Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Darling, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack." Y/N stands back up straight, her eyes trained on the demon. "Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket." She stares as the demon then looks at Sam, who nods. She then looks to Dean, who also nods, and together the brothers begin reciting an exorcism. The demon begins to wither in pain, his body going stiff and teeth clenching in pain.

"How does that feel?" Y/N asks, circling the demon. "Does that feel good?"

"Go ahead. Send me back to hell..." Dean and Sam stop reciting the exorcism as Y/N turns around, and they listen to the demon "'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you... with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with [Y/N] Winchester." The demon begins laughing.

"Should we?" Dean asks, not turning his gaze from the demon.

"Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else," Y/N replies, sighing. Sam and Dean continue the exorcism as the demon begins screaming. All the while, Y/N looks away in defeat before back at the demon, anger in her eyes.

==

Sam walks in the living room of the cabin, phone up to his head and other hand in his pocket. "You ran the prints twice? Are you sure? Okay. Yeah, just chalk it up to lab error." The door of the cabin opens. "Don't I know it. Okay. Thanks. Yeah, I'll tell the lieutenants." Sam hangs up the phone as Dean and Y/N enters. "Burnt the body?" Sam asks, looking at the two.

"Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks," Y/N says as Dean opens two beer bottles and crashes tiredly onto a couch. She then comes over and sits on the arm of the couch, grabbing one of the bottles as Dean chugs his. "What was the phone call about?" she asks, taking a drink from her beer.

"Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?" Sam asks.

"Stripper suffocates dude with thighs?" Dean says, looking at Sam and Y/N snorts.

"Of course, that's where your mind goes," she says, looking down at Dean. "He's talking about the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead with his stomach ripped out."

"His liver, actually. Anyway, I just found out something pretty damn interesting."

"What?" Dean and Y/N say in unison as they both drink their beers.