You Understand, Right? (Part 3): Bargaining Chip
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Bobby Singer
Length: 1154+ words
TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Character Death.
A/N: There was so much interest in continuing this fic! I am so glad you guys enjoyed it, and I really wasn’t expecting this to become a series! Feedback is encouraged!
Crowley thundered through the halls of his dungeon, a smirk on his face. He heard a little rumour going around in the rack, about a girl associated with the Winchesters- someone who meant an awful lot. He stood in front of the girl, assessing her from head to toe. A surge of power traveled through his bloodstream as he realized that he found the key to getting the Winchester’s to doing his biddings.
Y/N’s head lolled to the side as she became more conscious of her surroundings. It was rare for someone to be unconscious in hell, the demons like to keep the person fully aware of their torture when they’re on the rack.
“Hello, dear,” he greeted, an evil smirk adorning his face.
She didn’t reply just as Crowley expected. He tapped into her memories, watching her life flash by as he confirmed her relationship with the Winchester brothers. He patted her cheek, ignoring her wince as he didn’t even bother to avoid the bruise on the skin. As he walked away from her, he wondered just exactly what he would ask of the brothers. There were so many possibilities, and he could not wait for the time to bring her up.
It was almost ten years later when Crowley finally exhausted all of his resources, and used up all of his other leverages against the boys.
The demon tracked down the Winchesters to their motel room, having just finished a hunt in town, and ready to head back home to their bunker.
“Hello, boys,” the demon greeted.
Both brothers pulled out their guns.
“What the hell do you want, Crowley?” Dean demanded.
“Oh, Squirrel. Always had the penchant for the dramatics.”
“If you could lower your weapons, and we can talk like normal people-”
“Not until you tell us what you want,” Sam added.
“Well, I came to you because I may have a wee bit of a predicament.”
“And why should we help you?” Dean asked.
The demon smirked. “Because I got something that may be of interest.”