The Devils Little Game (Dean Winchester X reader)

Just A Little Misunderstanding

"Dean, this isn't Y/N anymore... It's a demon..." Castiel said holding the demon dagger to our neck. Then, everything went black.

You suddenly jerk yourself awake, thinking it was just a dream, but you end up finding yourself tied to a wooden chair in a room in the bunker. Your hands and legs were tied to the chair and your mouth was covered with a cloth. When you look around the room, taking in all the scenery, you realize you're in the torturing room.

Your mind starts racing and you start to breath shaky breaths when you notice a figure lurking in the shadows. Your eyes stay attached to the dark figure, watching its every move. You see a glisten of light from the knife the person is holding. "Tell me you son of a bitch, what did you expect to get from us?" A voice in the dark growls. You knew that voice. You know who it belongs to. The man with forest green eyes, the man that made you feel so much feelings, the man you loved so much, the older Winchester brother, Dean. "Dean please let me explain-" you were cut off by a slap across your face, a whine escaping your lips. "Shut up! I don't care what you have to explain! It's not going to change the fact that I'm going to bring your sorry ass back to hell!" Another voice scolded. It was Sam. Dean approached you and placed his hands on your thighs, his face close to yours, his green eyes looking deeply into your Y/E/C eyes. "Dean..." You whispered so only Dean could hear you, a glistening tear escaped your eye and went down your cheek. Dean growled "stop with the act you son of a bitch" Dean said with anger, but you knew that anger wasn't the only thing in his voice and of how he felt.

He was heartbroken and sad. Does he really love me? Is that why he's so sad? You didn't want to believe the fact that the older hunter had feelings for you. Your thoughts were cut off by a screech and a wave of pain entering your body as Sam thrust the dagger into your thigh. Dean winced, wanting everything to stop and for you to be safe. "Tell us what you wanted" Sam ordered for an answer "I-I-" you groaned in pain "I didn't want anything and I still don't. Just please let me explain!" You yelled, wanting them to tell you the whole story.

"Hello, boys" you heard coming from the shadows in the dark room "Crowley" Dean growled and turned to face the British man in a fancy suit and tie. "What are you doing with my precious demon!" Crowley growled "let her go this instant or I swear I will drag you both down to hell with me" he threatened and Sam denied, shaking is head no. Dean on the other hand wanted you to be free, he wanted you to be safe, but in his eyes you, the you right now, was an ugly demon that he wanted to kill as soon as he ever got the chance. Dean untied you and then broke the Devils trap. You slowly stood up, but only to meet the cold solid ground under you. You didn't have enough strength to walk or stand properly. Crowley ran up and helped you "I didn't know the king of hell would care so much from a demon" Dean said eyeing you them facing Crowley "she isn't just an ordinary demon, squirrel. I made her myself! I formed a hybrid. Demon and human. Sounds almost impossible but it's true and it's not easy." Crowley said and noticed the dagger in your leg. "You idiots!" He pulled the dagger out carefully "I should've arrived sooner. She's still Y/N! She still has human in her and she never changed" Crowley said and he helped me get out of the room, giving a death glare to the two hunters.
He made it to a room in the bunker and laid you down slowly so you didn't get hurt.

After what felt like three hours for you, but it turned out to be four days to the others, you've awoken from the deep sleep. You looked around confused and slowly for up. When you had both feet planted on the ground you tried to get up. You noticed a person in the corner of the room. It was Crowley. "How do you fell, darling?" He asked and approached you "I-I feel fine" you said and noticed Dean and Sam ran in when they heard Crowley. You didn't dare to look Dean in the eyes. You would start to cry from everything that happened between the two of you. "Crowley. May I speak to Y/N, alone...?" Dean asked, his voice shaky and uneven. Crowley just simply nodded and disappeared. Sam patted Dean on the should before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. Now, it was Dean and you. All alone.
Silence filled the room, it was pretty awkward even though though you two have been left alone a lot before you died.

"Y/N-"

"Dean-" You both said each others name at once and silence filled the room once again.

"Dean I'm-"

"No... I'm sorry y/n. You did nothing wrong... You tried to explain it to me but I just cut you off and I didn't want to listen. I was furious and I didn't have control over my actions." Deans said sadly. He felt terrible.
"Dean it's fine. Don't blame yourself. You just did your job. I know what it's like. You hunt demons and when you see one you have no choice but to kill it. Dean I know what that's like." You paused and the looked up at Dean "Dean. I'm a hunter myself. My father knew your dad, John, and your mother, Mary..." You said and looked down a little sad. You felt warm hands hold your shoulders, making you stand, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close into his chest. You loved his smell. It reminded you of the first time you two met. The smell of gun powder and alcohol made you smile wide.

~Time skip~

After telling Sam and Dean that you were a hunter, it felt like the ten thousand pound bag on your back just vanished. You were now able to go on hunting trips with the two boys which helped you get even closer to Dean.

You walked into the library of the Men of Letters to find Dean sitting alone by the table with a bottle of beer. You walk over, your hands in your leather jacket, and a bandage around your thigh where you were stabbed. "Hey" you said and stop next to him. You sit down in the chair and face him. He moved his chair so you two were facing each other. "Hey" he said and put his beer down "damn... Why does he have to be so hot..." You said, trailing off into space. Dean chuckled and that snapped you back to reality "w-what?" You asked confused and he got up, bending over you. "Just the way you look at me" he whispered in your ear softly, his hand creeping up your non injured thigh. You felt goosebumps form all around your body and his touch sent shivers down your spine. The things you wished you could do with the older hunter were embarrassing to say aloud and you would feel terrible if he felt differently about you. You knew he'd slept with many of the women in the bars you've been to, and yes, you must confess that during those times you were jealous. What am i thinking?... He doesn't like me the way I do to him... Or does he?