Demons Are A Girls Best Friend
Summary: MC took on the mark of Cain for Dean and is now a demon roaming the earth with Crowley. Dean comes looking for her when she doesn’t want to be found.
Warnings: Death, Murder, Drinking, possible cursing? I can’t remember, it’s me though so it’s probably in there somewhere, MC is mean to Dean…a lot. Could be considered xReader as the MC has no name, but I did put an eye color in.
A/N: Hello. Sorry I’ve been MIA again…I’m working on it. I think I’m finally coming out of seasonal depression/grief/overstimulation so I’m back, BITCHES.
Don’t copy my work, I’ll scream and cry and throw up. Comment, like, and reblog. 🥰
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Music blasts through the speakers in the little bar Crowley and I had decided to frequent tonight. My hips sway to the music as beer falls from the glasses in my hand and onto the bar top below me, splashing a few patrons and soaking my T-shirt. Crowley brushes the liquid off his suit jacket, sending me a look of disdain before putting the handkerchief back into his pocket.
“Do you really have to be such a menace, Darling?” His tone is teasing, and he sends me a small smile as I lay my back flat against the bar top and sigh.
“Fergus,” I glance over at him, a drunk smile on my dazed face, “that’s all I’ve ever been.”
The door to the bar swings open causing me to raise my head and attempt to see through the fogginess in my mind. I squint, placing a hand to hover above my eyes and lock my gaze with the green eyes I’ve been running from. “Oh for fucks sake!” I blurt, raising up to my elbows and frowning in his direction, “What are you doing here?”
Dean holds my gaze for a few moments, a glimpse of sadness and frustration dowsing his features as he makes his way across the bar. His voice comes out gruff and stern as he leans over to take me in, “You know damn well why I’m here.”
I roll my eyes, hopping off the bar and grabbing my jacket from the booth I’d left it in, “I told you not to follow me. I don’t want you here.”
I watch him shake his head, a smug smile on his face as he stares at me, “Tough luck, Sweetheart. You can’t just run off and expect me not to come lookin’.”
A dark laugh leaves my lips and I narrow my eyes in his direction, “Oh, that’s rich coming from Mister Runs-from-all-his-problems.”
His eyes darken and he takes a step forward, his voice coming out hard and stern, “That’s not fair and you know it.”
I smile wickedly and flash my eyes at him, brown to black and back again, “Did you forget that I don’t care.”
His whole body tenses at the quick change in my features, but still he leans down to speak slowly, “You don’t care about anyone or anything anymore? I was just an idiot for thinking the girl I knew was still somewhere in there?”
“The girl you knew is long gone, Dean-O.” I pat his back in mock support, pouting out my bottom lip, “Should’ve cared about her sooner, huh?”
I feel his shoulders stiffen under my touch, a war raging behind his eyes as he stares at me. He shoves my hands away and pushes his own through his hair, pleading eyes glaring deep into me, “Dammit, I tried, Darlin’.”
I roll my eyes, shrugging my jacket on as I step toward the door, “As much as I’m enjoying this unwanted reunion, I’m gonna go ahead and head out. Hopefully I’ll see ya….never?”
Before I can blink, he rushes forward grabbing my wrist and yanking me back across the bar. I stumble into his arms, pulling on my own and sending him a pitiful pout, “Hey, Buddy, you had your chance when this hot little meat suit was fawning all over you before! Don’t get all handsy with it now that she’s gone.”
His eyes burn with anger and a hint of desperation as he stares down at me, “Cut the act, Sweetheart.” He bites, “The old you is still in there somewhere. I’m not giving up on her, not after all we’ve been through.”
“All we’ve been through?” Amusement dances in my eyes as he speaks and I grin viciously, ready to hit him exactly where it hurts, “How sweet. Which time are you thinking of right now?” Confusion etches his features when he mumbles a brief, “What?” And I jump at the chance, “Do you mean when I was in love with you and you couldn’t even give me the time of day? Or how about when I threw myself, all desperate and needy to save you, into taking that fucking mark for you? Or what about when I died, Dean? Are you talking about when Metatron stabbed me and I bled out in front of you, only to wake up like this?” I flash my eyes at him again and he flinches, dropping my wrist immediately, “That’s what I thought.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t know exactly how I felt about you.” He whispers harshly, staring down at the floor, “You knew damn well that I cared for you.” His gaze travels up to my own and I can almost feel my black heart clench at the sadness pooling in his eyes, “I never asked you to take the Mark, I never would’ve. You did that on your own.”
Laughter bubbles out of me and I double over, “Cared about me? Even now you can’t admit that you were in love with me!” I straighten up, the laughter immediately ceasing as I glower at him, “You had ample time to pipe up, Dean, you just love to dwell in that pit of depression you live in. As for the Mark though,” I grin, glancing down at the place where it still rests on my forearm, “Well, it turned this pretty little thing into a killer, didn’t it? And now look at me…living the dream.”
He bristles at my words, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring. He steps closer, glaring down at me as his hands twitch, “Living the dream, huh?” He glances around the bar before bending down eye level with me, his voice coming out rough, “You took that mark all on your own, you knew what you were getting into. And look at you now, dancing on some table in a shitty dive bar with Crowley. A fucking demon. If that’s living the dream, I’d hate to see what you think Hell looks like.”
“I have zero responsibility, zero hunts, and I didn’t have you nagging in my ear about doing the right thing. So yeah, I’d say it’s a good life.” I cut my eyes to the left, finding Crowley alone in a booth now hoisting two large glasses with little pink umbrellas on the rim, “I’ve been having a great time, Fergus, how about you?”
He sends me a smirk, raising the glasses in a mock toast, “Of course, Darling. I’m enjoying the show.”
I smile and turn back to Dean whose features only harden further as he stares at Fergus, “You two think this is a game? Running around like a couple psycho’s?”
The smile drops from my face immediately, my eyes darkening and nostrils flaring at the jab, “Psycho? I’ll show you a psycho. Grab a seat, Dean.” I stride across the room to sit again at the long bar along the back wall, leaving Dean where he stands. A couple in their early twenties come in to sit a couple stools down from me. I turn my gaze to grin wickedly at Dean. Sliding over a few seats, I lean around the tall man and send my best flirtatious smile to the woman, “Hello,” She blushes at my tone, her expression seeming to light up at the attention and I take the opportunity to place my hand on her boyfriends arm, “How are you two?”
Her eyes twinkle in curiosity, glancing quickly down at my hand and then back up again, “We’re good, how about you?”
“I’m fantastic.” I flash her a flirty smile again before gazing up at her boyfriend, “And you?”
He seems a little caught off guard at the attention, wrapping his arm protectively around his girlfriend and narrowing his eyes as he speaks, “I’m fine. Just out celebrating.”
I nod, peering over at the girl again, “She really is beautiful.” I send her a wink, and nudge him with my elbow, “You’re not so bad yourself though.”
He straightens up a bit, glancing down at the girl on his arm and smiling, “Thanks.”
“You’re both very welcome.” I smile, “It must be nice to have someone. You said you’re celebrating, right?”
“Yeah!” She enthusiastically answers as she stares lovingly up at him, “Five years.”
I let out a low whistle, sending a glance behind them to Dean who’s grabbed a seat in the booth with Crowley and is currently watching my every move, “That’s a long time! What do you say we do a couple shots to celebrate a happy relationship?” I grab the bartenders attention and he pours us each a couple shots, “I’ll put them on my tab, you two deserve a few free drinks for this accomplishment.”
They seem surprised, but accept the drinks and we down them together. I lean over on the counter, placing my chin in my hand, “I never got your names.”
“Oh!” The pretty girl smiles again, “Natalie! And this is Greg.”
“Beautiful names.” I reply loudly, “My name’s Maya.” The lie slips off my tongue easily, and they take it just as simply. I continue my stint of complimenting and charming them for a few more minutes before sighing deeply, “You two just seem so perfect for each other. It must be nice. You know, I had something with someone a while ago, but he could just never commit.”
Natalie frowns, placing a hand on my arm, “You’ll find someone, I’m sure. You seem like a great person.”
“I am!” I agree, slapping a hand dramatically down on the counter, “I took on a huge burden for him, but he couldn’t even be appreciative!” I’m speaking loud enough now that I know Dean can hear me by the look on his face, “And you know what? I practically died for him, but he can’t even tell me he loves me. Some people, you know?”
I watch him wince at my words and I can’t fight the wicked grin forming on my face as Natalie pulls my attention back to the task at hand, “Oh my God! He should be falling at your feet!”
“At. My. Feet!” I agree, nodding enthusiastically, “He should be doing whatever I ask, but when I ask him to just leave me alone, he can’t even do that! Just follows me around like a dog, begging me to come back when I’m doing so much better on my own.” I peer around the couple again to lock eyes with Dean, frowning as I finish my sentence.
His jaw ticks as Natalie and Greg nod in understanding, sympathetic expressions on their faces. Greg pipes in for a moment, placing a hand on my arm, “That really does sound frustrating.”
“Exactly, Gregory!” I turn my gaze to him and ‘subtly’ point behind them, whispering dramatically, “He’s actually right over there. Followed me here just to beg for another chance.”
They both gasp, turning slowly to lock eyes with Dean across the room who just rolls his own eyes and sighs. The frustration on his face brings me an insurmountable joy that overtakes any notion to faux outrage. “Is that him?” Natalie’s voice tears me away from my thoughts and I nod.
“Pretty, I know, but he’s a complete ass!”
They glance back toward him, taking note of the frown on his face, “He does seem kind of broody.” Natalie agrees quietly.
“Oh, you have no idea.” I lock eyes with Crowley as he sits across the booth from Dean, lips moving quickly as if trying to be discrete. They’re formulating a plan. Well, I can’t have that, can I? “And would you look at that. He’s roped my best friend into this, too. Despicable, both of them.” I scoff dramatically, throwing back another shot as I turn away from them, silently hoping the two kids I’ve roped into this will have a flair for the dramatic.
“That’s so messed up!” Natalie says as she spins in her stool to face me again, “Shouldn’t he be on your side?”
My eyes sparkle as she takes the bait, “Yeah, Fergus! Shouldn’t you be on my side?” I call to the demon behind me.
“Oh, come on, Darling. We’re just having a chat.”
Rage builds in my body as he speaks and I spin in my chair to face him, “Is that right?”
He nods slyly, “I have my own interests to look out for. You were fun while it lasted.”
“Good to know.” I reply, reaching over quickly and grabbing Greg by the throat, “Wouldn’t it be fun if I ripped out Greg’s jugular right now? Wouldn’t that be so fun?”
I see Dean tense in my peripheral as Crowley holds up his hands in defense, “Violence doesn’t have to be the answer, Love.”
“Violence is always the answer, Love.” I turn my sneer to Dean, glaring into his green eyes as my own turn to onyx, “Still the same pretty little thing you’ve been missing, Dean? Huh? Still want to take me back home and fix me?”
His jaw clenches, eyes locked with mine. I watch as he takes a deep breath to steady himself and slowly stands from the booth, “You don’t have to do this. We can leave right now. I can find a way to fix you.”
I yank Greg from his seat, his eyes wide as pure terror radiates through him while my nails bite into his throat, “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want to be fixed!” Dean’s hands clench into fists at his side, the tension rolling over him in waves as he tries to find a way to save this poor boy, “I’m gonna kill him, you know that?” I whisper, staring down at Greg’s terrified face, “I don’t want to, Greg. You’re just collateral damage, but I am going to kill you.” I turn my stare back up to Dean again as Greg pleads for his life on deaf ears, “He’s out here celebrating an anniversary, Dean. Five whole years with Natalie. And now he’s gonna die because you can’t leave well enough alone.”
Dean can barely keep his voice even as he watches my grip tighten around Greg’s throat, “Stop it! You don’t want to do this!”
I shove Greg to his knees, wrapping my hands around his head as he sobs below me, “I’m gonna count to three, Dean, and if you aren’t out of this bar and miles down the road…I’m gonna rip his head off.”
Deans jaw tightens, he glances between Greg and the door, calculating how long he can attempt to call my bluff, “And what if I don’t leave?”
His eyes narrow and I can practically hear his heart racing as he begs me to stop, “Don’t do this, Sweetheart. Please don’t do this.”
I grimace at the nickname, “Two.”
I can see the sweat beading on his forehead as he contemplates if I’m bluffing, “Dammit, listen to me! This isn’t you, you don’t want to do this!”
“Three.” He lunges forward as I twist my arms quickly. My eyes never leave Dean’s as the snap of Greg’s neck rings out in the crowded bar. I hear Natalie scream echo out and Dean visibly flinches as Greg’s body thumps into the sticky floor below. I hold my gaze on the hunter across from me to raise a single finger, pointing it in his direction, “That’s on you.”
His eyes are wide, jaw slightly slack as I turn around and head for the door. “Maybe this time you’ll listen when I say not to follow me.” The bar door swings shut as I slip out of it and into the night.
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