Deal With The Demons
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean mentioned
Word Count: 3,113 (oops)
Description: When a hunt goes bad, Sam is left bleeding out and you struggle to find a way to save him. With Dean no where to be found, you make the worst decision in your life and sell your soul to save the only man you have ever truly loved. Sam then is forced to face the world alone and is left heartbroken and scared.
Warnings: Blood, death, tears.
A/N: This is during this time of the Leviathans, so Cas is not in this series. I may make this into a series if you like it enough, I really wanted to write a really powerful story
Demons were never easy to hunt, no matter how many times you hunted them. They were cocky most of the time, but they were strong and strategic, something that matched a hunter’s skill set. Demons came in to a fight prepared to kill, ready at all times to make the most damage possible.
The Winchesters were no acceptation to the hunters they planned to damage, which leads you to your current situation.
With Cas gone, you and the Winchesters became upset by the loss of your close friend. Each of you felt you needed a distraction from the hectic world of the leviathans and found signs of a group of demons in a small town in the South. You had all believe that you had studied the case thoroughly, which you discovered was not true.
You, Sam, and Dean all entered this hunt believing it was a normal demon situation. You three had entered a large barn where you had thought the demons you were tracking were hiding out. However, with what you had thought was four demons was really ten, all ready to attack you and the two brothers.
Before any of you recognized the problem, you, Dean, and Sam decided to split up in an attempt to cover more ground. Dean had gone into the main barn, Sam had went into the abandoned stables, and you left towards the garage where the tools and tractor used to be.
That was the exact moment when things had started to go south.
Originally, you had thought that you had the luck of catching two out of the four demons. You yelled and screamed for help, thinking that the brothers were just hunting after two.
What had happened in the garage was blurred, all you could remember was struggling to keep up with the fast pace demons and ending the battle with severe cuts along your abdomen and arms.
You rushed into the stables where Sam had been, in hopes to alert him that the job was almost done. However, you weren’t prepared to see two demons dead on the floor and one, pushing an angel blade through Sam’s chest, as the other held the large hunter back.
Within that moment, your heart shattered. You wanted to cry but couldn’t, for rage clouded your eyes as you sprinted over to the soulless creatures that impaled the love of your life.
Quickly, you murdered both of them, stealing their meaningless lives away from them effortlessly, taking pleasure in your revenge.
Now, you sat on the floor next to Sam’s unconscious body, your heavy flannel shirt off your body and on his open wound.