esoteric ↯ dean winchester x reader

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Castiel knelt by the young boy's body. You recognized him. He was the boy that begged his family to stop operating on you.

"You killed him." Castiel said, feeling his pulse. You walked down the stairs to join them.

"I took down a monster. Because that's what I do. And I'll continue to do that until..." Dean justified his actions.

"Until you become the monster." Castiel finished his sentence.

"You can leave now, Cass." Dean glanced up to see you at the bottom of the steps. But the more he looked at you the guiltier he felt. "Take (Y/N) to my room and heal her."

"Nobody needs to take care of me." You argued, stepping up. You wanted him to look at you for this.

"I didn't say that-" he said, swaying, he was trying to maintain the beast.

"No, but you did say you were going to keep killing monsters. And if that's true Dean, shoot me." You said, opening your arms up, "I'm pretty sure, in this room, it's safe to say I'm the most monster-like. I've got nuclear amount of power. The hybrid of an Angel dick bag and a human."

"No, (Y/N), stop that. That's not what I meant." He begged.

"It isn't? Because you shot a kid just because he was related to the Stynes. Don't get me wrong I am no fan of that family, but that kid cried and begged Monroe to stop as he made him operate on me." You said, trying to force him to look at you.

"It was in his blood! He would've enjoyed it!" Dean yelled. And you saw his eyes. He was projecting his own feelings into this kid.

"If there's anyone that gets it, it's me." You said softly.

"Dean, you've gone too far." Castiel chipped in.

"Really, Cass? Well let me ask you something about going too far. Do you screw over all your friends?" Dean took the chance to turn away from you.

"Sam and I were trying to cure you! We still are!" Castiel admitted.

"Like hell." Dean stepped forward but you glared at him.

"We can read the Book now." Cass said, and you looked at him. Dean must've seen the excitement in your eyes with his immediate disgust.

"Oh, so what? So you might find a spell that might take this crap off my arm? But even if you do, what's it gonna cost? 'Cause magic like that does not come free. No, it comes with a price that you pay in blood. So thanks, but I'm good." Dean turned to leave. Castiel grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

"No! You're not. Maybe you could fight the Mark for years. Maybe centuries, like Cain did. But you cannot fight it forever. And when you finally turn, and you will turn... Sam, (Y/N), and everyone you know, everyone you love... they could be long dead." Castiel spoke his side, "Everyone except me. I'm the one who will have to watch you murder the world. So if there's even a small chance that we can save you, I won't let you walk out of this room."

"Oh? You think you have a choice?" Dean squinted his eyes. You began to see where this was going. His hands were shaking.

"I think the Mark is changing you." Castiel continued.

"You're wrong." Dean denied. Breathing heavily from his nose.

"Is he?" You spoke up, staying away from the action, "Because the Dean Winchester I know would never have murdered that kid."

"Yeah well, that Dean's always been kind of a dick." He shrugged. Then in his next attempt of leaving, Castiel stops him again.

"Dean. I don't wanna have to hurt you." Castiel begged.

"I don't think that's gonna be a problem." Dean grabs Castiel's hand and rips it aggressively off of his shoulder. Then he punched him hard in the face with his other hand.

"Dean." You said, a little quietly out of shock. Dean continued to punch Cass over and over, then threw him on the floor, "Dean! Stop it! You're hurting him!"

But Dean couldn't hear you. The Mark was blocking you from his head, his only pleasure coming from the pain. He breathed heavily and tried to stop himself, turning away. Castiel, bloody, got up, still trying to stop Dean from leaving.

"Dean. Stop." Castiel continued to keep Dean here. You rushed to Cass' side. Dean, still so angry, turns around and launches again at Castiel, beating him up worse than before. Confused and agitated as to why the angel didn't understand. He grabbed the angel blade from Castiel's coat, preparing to stab him. You continued to yell, even tug at his shirt but he elbowed you in the nose, throwing you back enough. But when he heard you wince, he halted himself. You got back and grazed his hand.

"No, Dean. Please." You pleaded, Castiel began coughing, spurts of blood coming with.

Dean, unmoving, stared coldly at Cass, holding the angel blade still, your hand above him. Dean strikes with the angel blade, and stands up. But Castiel wasn't hurt. Dean stabbed a book next to Castiel's face.

"You both, and Sam, better stay the hell away from me." Dean couldn't look at you, he felt himself getting worse. Dean on his own would do a lot of things. But this Mark was changing him, this time he knew it. "Next time I won't miss."

Castiel, laying now with his head in your lap, watched Dean leave. You offered to heal Cass, but he grabbed your arm and put it back at your side. If he didn't want you to heal him, you did the next best thing and threw the angel blade in anger. It across the floor.

But this only proved further, you, Sam, Cass, needed something quick to get that Mark off Dean's arm.