Black and green (Demon Dean x female reader)

Dean’s agonized screams radiated off the walls of the bunker’s dungeon, gritting his teeth as the blessed blood coursed through his demonic veins like a river of lava. (Y/N) cringed as she listened to him scream bloody murder as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes she managed to make her way into the dank little room where Dean was tied to a chair in the middle of the large devil’s trap on the floor. (Y/N) carefully approached Dean whose head was now slumped forwards, body limp in the chair while sweat droplets dripped onto the floor by his feet. Even only a few feet from Dean, (Y/N) could feel the heat radiating off of his body as if he were on fire thus she quickly ran upstairs to grab a large bowl from the kitchen filled with cool water along with a couple wash cloths before hurrying back down into the dungeon. Gently (Y/N) soaked the first cloth in the water then began to dab lightly around Dean’s temples to his face eventually bringing him back around with a deep moan however as his eyes opened she flinched ever so slightly at the black orbs now staring up at her instead of the soft green one’s that she missed so greatly.

“(Y/N)?” Demon Dean asked almost sounding confused

“Yeah…it’s me, try to stay calm,” (Y/N) encouraged keeping a slight distance now that he was awake

(Y/N) still cared deeply for Dean but she was not fool nor was she stupid, this was not Dean anymore he was a demon now thus she needed to be extremely cautious in case he attacked her.

“Why are you helping me?” Demon Dean asked again sounding highly confused

“Isn’t that obvious? You may be a demon for now but Sam and I are working to bring back
Dean…the real Dean…the one I love,” (Y/N) confessed taking the new demon off guard

“What? You…you love me?” Demon Dean asked as the black faded from his eyes back to the green however not even that fooled (Y/N), she could still see that those green eyes were different than before, harder…darker.

“Not you…I love Dean Winchester….the real Dean Winchester,” (Y/N) corrected

“I hate to break it to you then kiddo…but this is the real Dean Winchester now,” Demon Dean explained almost with a smirk.

“No…you’re not….You are Demon Dean, a knight of hell but soon I will have my Dean back to
me,” (Y/N) confidently stated

“Well good luck with that than,” Demon Dean smirked before leaning back in the chair

Several days passed with Sam constantly injecting the blood into Demon Dean but it only appeared to be hurting him not helping him. Concerned Sam made another phone call to Cas
who was on his way to the bunker and despite Sam’s desperate, concerned pleas the angel reassured him that this was the best thing for Dean even if it appeared to only be hurting him what other choice did they have? Sam begrudgingly agreed as did (Y/N) even though it was slowly killing her on the inside to watch Dean in so much pain. As they made their way back to the dungeon they found Demon Dean unconscious eliciting instant panic that perhaps they had been doing harm after all with the injections however luckily they managed to wake him again. More injections finally (Y/N) needed a break, heading outside for some air only to come back into the bunker about an hour later to find the place completely black, only emergency lights were on making (Y/N) uneasy as she instinctively headed for the armory to grab some weapons. Easing her way around the bunker (Y/N) eventually found the dungeon except Demon Dean wasn’t in the dungeon anymore this caused her to cuss under her breath before moving on still being extremely cautious when she heard a ruckus around one corner heading to the control area for the bunker to lock it down. Glancing around the corner (Y/N) realized that Demon Dean was pounding away at a closed door with an axe while Sam screamed at him from inside to stop it, a sentiment that only appeared to make Demon Dean laugh. (Y/N) drew in a deep breath before leaping from where she’d been hiding with her shot gun aimed right at Demon Dean.

“Stop it! Back off Demon!” (Y/N) growled causing Demon Dean to turn to look at her

“Well, well, look what we have here…the love sick puppy,” Demon Dean sneered wickedly

“Get away from Sam!” (Y/N) snarled

“Or what puppy? What are you going to do? Shoot me?” Demon Dean asked in a challenging manner as he slowly began walking towards (Y/N).

“NO! (Y/N)! Get out of here!” Sam shouted while trying to get the door open to no avail as it was stuck

“Don’t make me shoot you!” (Y/N) pleaded still holding the shot gun solidly in the air

“You won’t shoot your beloved Dean,” Demon Dean smirked confidently

“Oh really? Well you seem to forget what I said earlier…” (Y/N) trailed off as Demon Dean continued to advance.

“What’s that?” Demon Dean asked coyly

“You’re not my Dean!” (Y/N) snarled before pulling the trigger hitting Demon Dean in the
chest with rock salt.

Completely surprised Demon Dean fell back with a grunt of pain only to be grabbed by two strong arms with almost impossible power behind them. Demon Dean glanced up behind him revealing Cas using his angelic power to hold the demon still even as he began to struggle with screams of frustration. (Y/N) dropped the shot gun as she fell against the wall completely emotionally drained from having to take on Demon Dean like that. Sam ran over to the young woman while Cas hauled Demon Dean back to the dungeon, helping (Y/N) to her feet Sam carefully assisted the young lady to her room where she immediately curled up on the bed asking to be left alone for a little while too which Sam obliged with complete understanding of what she was going through. When (Y/N) woke up a quick glance at the digital clock on her bedside table revealed it to be 3AM meaning she’d slept for at least 6 hours, rubbing the sleep from her (eye color) eyes suddenly it all came flooding back to her about Demon Dean, what she’d had to do suddenly with renewed vigor (Y/N) flung her legs over the bed, leapt from it and was out the door in 30 seconds flat heading straight for the dungeon. Just as (Y/N) flew through the dungeons hidden doors Dean looked up from the chair with the blackness dispersing from his eyes to reveal the soft green she’d been longing to see again. Those were his eyes…those were Dean’s soft green eyes…Dean was no longer Demon Dean but rather he was once again just Dean Winchester, a huge smile crept across (Y/N)’s face as she softly spoke.

“Dean…?” (Y/N) whispered out

“(Y/N)?” Dean whispered back as Cas and Sam turned to look at the young woman behind them

“Dean!” (Y/N) exclaimed instantly running to embrace him in a hug
Sam smiled softly as he walked over to gingerly untie Dean’s wrists allowing him to embrace (Y/N) back, placing soft kisses to the top of her head, temples and forehead.

“(Y/N)…I’m so sorry,” Dean apologized with absolute regret in his voice for what he’d done

“Hush…its fine…I know it wasn’t really you,” (Y/N) explained kissing his cheek

“Still I swear to you…I will never hurt you again…ever!” Dean swore in a deep voice that sent shivers along (Y/N)’s spine.

“I believe you,” (Y/N) assured him then without warning she pressed a kiss to Dean’s lips to which he happily returned it.