The Devils Little Game (Dean Winchester X reader)

Heaven's Hell pt. 1

I couldn't believe what I was sawing, I knew it couldn't have been Charlie or you because... because both of you were dead. How? How could this have happened? You... you were dead...

Normal POV:

Suddenly you were jolted awake, sucking in air as if you haven't been exposed to it in for ever. Frantically you searched around to figure out were you were. Your vision blurred, rubbing your forehead the area came to view. You were in the bunker, Sam and Dean sat in the library going through books.

          "Sam? Dean?" You called out, but it seemed as if they didn't hear you...

          "Hey,y/n did you figure out what it may have been? May have to call Bobby or even message Crowley and Rowena to see if they found anything," Dean asked, looking next to him though you were at the end of the table.

           "Dean?" You asked, staring towards him with mild confusion, "what's going on?" You added since you could tell he sat there, seemed as if both him and Sam were listening to... well... you weren't sure.

          "Actually, that makes perfect sense," Sam chimed up after breaking the silence.
          That's when the lights started flickering, "what the hell-" you started but then everything started shaking.
         
          You looked over to the boys, they sat there like nothing was happening. Quickly you ran over to the kitchen, placing salt around the whole kitchen, taking out the demon blade you held your ground. Suddenly you dropped to your knees, covering your ears as you heard high pitched noise. "Fucking Angels!" You yelled in pain, covering yourself as the glasses all shattered in the kitchen.

          After what felt like forever, you stood up once the noise stopped. Walking out, you quickly ran over to the entrance, opening the door and looking around when you noticed it was dark out and the bunker that was behind you was gone.

          "What the hell?" You exhaled, slight shock inched through your throat. Quickly you realized you still had your phone on you. Pulling it out you dialed Deans number, but it only went to voicemail, "Dean, it's a Djinn. I think... it's sending me through old memories, I think. You need to find where ever it left my body and hurry before I'm drained,"

          Pocketing your phone you walked around, searching everywhere but there was nothing strange besides the whole different place part. You examined where you were at, a long road that stretched for miles. After walking a few miles it never seemed to lead off into anything but road. That was until you noticed a car parked along side the road.

          You approached the car, blood splattered everywhere. You opened the drivers door, and there was a family all ripped apart. Backing up, you hit a solid wall. Quickly turned around you were at a church, one you've never seen before.

          Once you entered, you noticed you were completely alone, you heard voices. It was completely strange for it wasn't a memory or any kind of dream I wished to have. Slowly opening the door, you noticed five guys standing there. It was Sam, Lucifer, Castiel, a kid and... Dean. But no, you could feel something else. It wasn't Dean, it was... Michael.

          Walking in quietly, you noticed Lucifer and Dean arguing. You slid into the shadows, holding your blade out as you watched them closely. That's when the kid turned his head along with Cas. That's when everything happened at once. Lucifer and Dean/Michael we're up in the air. They both... they both impaled each other, "no!" You yelled worriedly, rubbing towards them, but getting held back by Castiel and the kid.

          "No!" You said worriedly, falling apart in the unknown guys arms.
          "Hey, it's okay," said the guy who held me down.

          That's when Dean rose back up, "y/n?" He asked staring at you closely and confusingly. Looking up, your eyes widened. It felt like everything was back to normal. You some how we're back somehow from the Djinn. But, how? A Djinn has to have been killed in order to set me free and I never woke up somewhere random and drained. This didn't make sense... unless... unless I was in heaven.

          My thoughts were cut off by a sudden sound of grunting pain. It was Dean, his arms around his stomach as he started coughing up. Everyone turned to him, "WE HAD A DEAL!" He yelled in anger as he then suddenly stood up straight, a smirk across his face. His eyes glowed blue. "Dean?" Sam asks worriedly. But that wasn't Dean.
      
          "You should be dead. You and Lucifer both stabbed each other!" You yelled at him, both you and Castiel could see it was Michael.

          A smirk grew, his eyes still glowed, but then he disappeared. He was gone. Gone for who knows how long.

          "Damn you!" You screamed as you slammed your fist on the ground angrily, the unknown guy patting your back. "Damn... you..." you said before Castiel placed his hand on your forehead, knocking you out.