Dean X Reader: Possession (One-Shot!)

    You were about to walk upstairs to go to bed when you heard the doorbell ring, it was far past midnight, you set your book down on a nearby table and opened the door to see your boyfriend Dean standing on the porch, his face and clothes splattered in blood. Dean walked inside and set his duffle bag down on the table, he then walked upstairs and into the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror utterly horrified and quickly washed the blood off his face.

    “I thought you were on a hunting trip with your brother… It looked like you murdered someone Dean…” You mumbled, “Did you get attacked by something?” You asked, seeing the long slash marks on the back of his jacket.

    “We need to talk…” Dean uttered, he carefully removed his jacket, he winced when he removed his shirt to reveal long slash marks on his chest.

    You walked downstairs to grab Dean a beer when you notified that his duffle bag was open, you peeked inside to see a sawed-off shot gun, a canaster of table salt, you pulled out a Colt M1911A1; you looked closely at the ivory grips and chrome plating, you then noticed shot gun shells filled with salt, you turned around to see Dean looking at you nervously.

    “Dean… What the hell is going on…?” You asked, looking at him horrified, “I’m going to call the cops if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on!” You cried.

    “This is going to sound crazy… And I know you’re not going to believe me…” Dean said, he slowly walked up to you but sighed when you took a step back from him.

    You looked at him confused when the lights flickered, not shortly after the power went out, you watched as Dean quickly grabbed his gun, you looked at him utterly horrified and slowly backed away from him.

    “Dean… You’re really scaring me…” You uttered, slowly backing away from him.

    Dean pulled you toward him, “You’re not going to understand this and you’re gonna think I’m crazy but know that I love you and I have to protect you” He said sternly, he quickly grabbed the canaster of table salt and began pouring lines on every window sill.

    Suddenly the door burst open, a man with black eyes walked in and slammed the door behind him, as soon as he saw you he walked toward you, Dean tried to interfere but with a wave of the demons hand he flew across the room; you tried to run upstairs but saw another man approach you with black eyes, you slowly backed away but the other man grabbed you and tossed you onto the floor.

    “Not even a Winchester can save you now” He grinned, about to grab you when you stabbed him with an angel blade, you then turned around and slashed the man’s neck, causing his empty vessel to the fall to the floor.

    An elderly woman burst through the door in anger, she approached Dean by his throat and picked him up off the floor; you came up behind her stabbed her in the throat, causing her to drop Dean.

    Dean looked at you in utter shock as you helped him up off the floor, he watched as you grabbed a chair and grabbed a broken hex bag that was hidden on a shelf above your front door.  

    “I knew someone came into my damn house and messed with my shit” You grumbled, you then pulled away the carpet and saw that your demon trap that had been spray painted on the floor had been penetrated, you sighed and tossed the carpet back onto the ruined sigil.

    You turned and looked at Dean that was still in pure awe, “What…?” You asked.

    “You never thought to tell me you were a hunter?!” Dean shouted.

    “We’ve been dating for two years and you couldn’t bother to tell me your little secret!” You shouted back at him, “I was waiting for you tell me, so it would be easier for me to tell you” You said.

    “Do you know how much I’ve been busting my ass trying to keep this from you?” Dean asked.

    “Do you know how much I’ve been working my butt off to keep this from you…?” You asked, “I was scared to tell you because I was afraid you were going to leave me for who I really was? Some crazy chick hunting ghosts and monsters that people think only exist in storybooks…” You mumbled.

    “Where did you get that angel blade?” Dean asked.

    “I found it in your duffle bag…” You uttered, you walked up to Dean and kissed his neck.

    Dean watched as you walked into the kitchen, “ Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Dean whispered, hearing a loud crash from the kitchen, “ Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te...” He said, walking into the kitchen.

    “You really think that’s going to work on me Winchester?” You asked, picking up a clever.

    “Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare...” He said.

    You twitched slightly but laughed and swung at him, “I can’t wait for you Winchesters to rot in hell” You grinned, with a raise of your hand, Dean was flung against the wall, “Perhaps I should hurt the girlfriend” You whispered, putting the clever to your thigh.

    “Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis...” Dean groaned, getting up off the floor, “Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt...”.

    You slashed your thigh, you then placed the blade on your forearm, “I’ll kill her before you can even finish the exorcism” You said sternly.

    “You aint taken my baby girl” Dean said sternly, holding up his cellphone, “Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine”.

    “Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos” Sam said over the phone.

    Dean heard a loud screech as a black essence escaped your mouth, he watched as you fell to the floor.

    “Did it work?” Sam asked, “Is she alright?” He asked.

    “I don’t know Sammy, I’ll call you back” Dean said, hanging up on him.

    You groaned and looked around, “Dean…” You mumbled, “What the fuck is going on?” You asked.

    “Baby girl?” Dean asked.

    “Don’t call me that, you know I hate that stupid nickname…” You grumbled, you sat up and looked up at him, “What happened…?” You asked, looking down at your thigh.

    “What did I tell you about getting that tattoo?” Dean asked, he carefully scooped you up and carried you upstairs, he set you down on the vanity counter and looked closely at your thigh.

    “You know I’m afraid of needles and you want me to get a tattoo…” You mumbled, “I thought you were on a hunting trip with your brother…”, you noticed Dean’s clothes were covered in blood, “Why are you covered in blood?!” You asked.

    “That tattoo is protect you from demons possessing you, if you would have gotten that tattoo this wouldn’t have happened” Dean said sternly, wrapping a towel around your thigh.

    “Did you just say demons?” You asked.

    “I haven’t been honest with you for the past two years, I was worried about telling you because I thought you would leave me if you knew who the real me was” Dean said, “I wasn’t lying about me and my brother going on a hunting trip, but we’re not hunting animals, well we do sometimes but their more monsters than anything… Demons, Ghosts, Witches, Ghouls, Wendigos, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, they all exist and me and my brother, we hunt them… It’s kind of the family business” He explained.

    You looked at Dean and laughed.

    “The reason I’m covered in blood is because me and Sammy were hunting a shapeshifter…” He said.

    “A shapeshifter…?” You asked, watching Dean as he pulled out a flash and splashed water on your wound, “What was that for?” You asked.

    “Holy water, just making sue the demon didn’t come back while I wasn’t looking…” Dean uttered, he turned your head from side to side, he then looked deeply into your eyes, “Christo” He said.

    You stared at Dean strangely.

    Dean took a breath of relief and kissed your forehead, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately, “I thought I was going to lose you…” He said.

    You carefully got off the vanity counter, you then walked downstairs, you gasped in shock when you saw bodies on the floor; you heard a knock on the door and looked through the peephole to see your next-door neighbour looking around anxiously.

    “(Y/N), are you alright? I heard a commotion and I was worried…” The elderly lady said, she walked inside and slammed the door behind her, she saw the bodies and laughed.

    “Ms. Robinson?” You asked, watching her eyes fade to black.

    “Dean!” You shouted, slowly backing away.

    “Your boyfriend can’t save you now” She grinned, lunging toward you.

    You bolted toward the table and grabbed a knife from the duffle bag, “Demons, Angels… Everything you think isn’t real… They all exist…” You uttered, running into the kitchen, “Werewolves and Vampires, Shapeshifters…” You mumbled.

    “You really think you can hide from me?” She asked, walking around the corner.

    “I’m sorry Ms. Robinson” You cried, stabbing her in the chest, you watched as her body twitched and shook as if she was being electrocuted.

    Dean rushed into the kitchen and saw an elderly lady laying on the floor with his knife sticking out of her chest, he pulled out the knife and walked over to you; he saw that you were curled up in the corner, trembling.  

    “Hey, you killed your first demon…” Dean said, smiling, trying to lighten the mood but he saw how afraid you looked, “We got to get out of here, okay?” He said.

    You watched as Dean pulled out his cellphone, “Pull up in the back alleyway, we’re bringing her with us, she’ll be safer that way” Dean said, before hanging up.

    Dean scooped you up and carried you out the back door and opened the backseat door, he set you down and looked at his brother worriedly, “I’ll get some of her things…” He said, walking back into the house.  

    Sam turned back and looked at you concerned, he watched as Dean walked out of the house, he tossed his duffle back into the passenger’s seat and then got into the backseat with a bag filled with clothes and your belongings. Dean wrapped his jacket around you and pulled you toward him, you looked at Dean and Sam, “Killing monsters, hunting things… The family business? Strange family business… I guess I’m in…” You mumbled, “What do you mean you’re in?” Sam asked, “You’re not dropping me off at some safe house, I’m coming with you guys…” You said sternly, grasping Dean’s hand tightly.