Request: Idk why I thought of this out maybe like a really timid crossroad demon and it’s like her first day on the job. She has to make a deal with Dean for whatever reason and is very hesitant to kiss him and dean is very taken back by that. Idk kind of comedic if you want.
Characters: Dean and Crossroad Demon
Word Count: approx. 1130
This isn’t anything like I thought it would be. I have given up my life after ten years and was made this promise of being a demon. This isn’t anything like the demon said it would be. I’ve been assigned to the Crossroads sector. I got my first call over a month ago and I haven’t gotten one since. Though I can’t really blame anyone but myself.
His name was Dean. Yes that Dean. The one that everyone told me about. A Winchester called upon us to help. The sad thing is that I wanted to help him. I am so embarrassed at how this turned out. I guess I should start at the beginning.
I had no idea how I would be called. Apparently it’s just a bell in your head and it gives you mental GPS. I showed up in the wrong place! I was a good five miles from him. They haven’t trained me in short distance teleporting so I had to walk! Walk in six inch heels. When I finally got to him I went invisible and walked to the spot where he had buried his box. Dean raised his eyebrow when I appeared.
“So hey there,” I smiled and waved to him.
“Uh,” Dean looked me up and down, “hey.”
“Sooo,” I rocked back and forth on my now bare feet.
“Where are your shoes?”
“Six inch heels are very cute to stand around in but walking not so much. I got your call and, uh, I’m here to help,” my chest was tight and I thought my head would explode from the pressure.
“So what’s it gonna be?” Dean’s face went serious.
“Um,” of course I got so nervous I smoked up.
Lucky for me Dean is very quick on his feet and caught my body before it hit the ground. I watched for a moment then reentered the body. What was my problem?
I cleared my throat, “sorry.”
“Are you sure you’re supposed to be here?”
I could tell he was holding back his laughter and I was glad that he did. I felt my face get hot and cleared my throat again.
“Yeah,” I bit my lip, “it’s kinda my first day. I’m sorry.”
“N-no not a problem,” Dean coughed to cover his laugh.
“I also may have missed what you needed,” I looked to the ground and rocked back on my heels.
“It’s my best friend,” Dean sighed, “he’s sick. I just want this cancer to go away. He doesn’t deserve it.”
“Oh my god,” my head snapped up and I met his eyes, “you’re risking your soul for a friend like that?”
“Yeah,” Dean blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, “he’s kinda my world.”
“Oh,” I nodded then it hit me, “OH! He’s more than a friend.”
“Well,” Dean kicked at the dirt, “not yet. I’m hoping to, uh, maybe ya know when he gets better. I don’t want him to think I’m askin’ him out for pity.”
“I get it. That’s so sweet,” I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah,” he coughed and looked away.
“Okay,” I thought about how they had shown me what to do, “you have a deal,” I put out my hand.
“Uh,” Dean grinned, “isn’t there supposed to be a kiss?”
“Well,” I dropped my hand and it was my turn to look away, “you see, what, uh, like,” I didn’t want to say it because I was mortified, “I’ve never kissed a guy before.”
“What?” Dean took a step back and looked at me hard, “what do you mean?”
“I made my deal at 16 and I wasn’t really interested you know. By time 26 rolled around I had only been on a couple of dates.”
“Oh damn. You were so young,” Dean shook his head.
“I wanted to go to a boyband concert,” I shrugged.
“What?” Dean laughed out right, “you sold your soul for a boyband?”
“Hey it was wonderful dammit! At least I’m not pinning over my best friend and haven’t told him,” I crossed my arms.
“Fair enough. But there still has to be a kiss.”
“Do I have to?” I made a face and scrunched my nose.
“Yeah or nothing happens.”
I grabbed his hand and gave it a kiss.
“And what is that supposed to do?” he chuckled.
“Dammit,” I stomped my foot and let out a sigh, “fine,” I stepped close to him puckered up.
“Don’t do that,” Dean laughed, “you look like a gold fish.”
“Oh come on! No wonder people hate you Winchesters. You’re mean,” I grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him in and kissed his cheek.
“Yeah that isn’t gonna work either. Be serious.”
“I swear to god,” I took a deep breath, “I’m just really nervous.”
“Fine,” Dean grinned, “you stay still.”
Dean moved in and if I had a heart it would have been beating loudly in my throat. He cupped my face and his lips softly met mine. It was the best feeling. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him in. He moaned and kissed a little harder. I pulled back slowly and smiled up at him.
“Shit,” I frowned.
“We didn’t set terms. Nothing changed.”
“Oh,” Dean shook his head, “you’re bad at this.”
“Yeah kinda. So how does 60 years sound?” I blushed and closed my eyes a moment.
“Like you’d get in trouble,” Dean chuckled but didn’t let me go.
“Eh,” I shrugged.
We kissed again.
“I think I like kissing,” I whispered as he pulled back.
“If I wasn’t hopelessly in love with Cas I might have to summon you again,” Dean teased as he let me go.
“Pfft. Like I could replace that fallen angel. Ooh sorry. Too soon.”
“What’s your name?”
“Why?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Lovely name. Well I’ve got to head back to the hospital.”
“Yup,” I grinned and waved.
“See ya ‘round Y/N,” Dean smirked and walked back to his car.
Then a month later the mail guy comes and knocks on my door all giddy. He hands me an embossed envelope. I gave it a look and broke the seal. Then I laughed.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of
Dean Winchester and Castiel Anhel
I don’t even know what to say diary. My first case was probably my last since Crowley hasn’t bothered to give me anything else. So maybe this demon thing isn’t so bad after all.