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Dean x Fem!Demon!Reader

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You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips as Sam read the ancient tongue of Latin, the words coming together to form an exorcism spell to try and rid you from the body. “I already told you, it’s not gonna work! You’re just tiring yourself.” You shrugged as best as you could, the rope that tied you to the chair restricting your movements. With a snap of your fingers, you could make the rope vanish and the devil’s trap break, but you wanted the Winchesters to feel better about themselves before you did anything. So, with your smirk fading, you began coughing, forcing yourself out of your vessel. Sam happened to notice the black smoke leaking out of your mouth, and he chanted faster.

“Ergo, draco maledicte. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura..” Here’s the plan, you’d dispel yourself from the body, and pretend to burn away, really only going to sink into the floorboards and wait for Sam to finish chanting and break the devil’s trap so you could escape. Like earlier, you could be done in two seconds flat. But oh how badly you wanted to see their reactions when you came back~.

You hummed in your natural form, pretending to quake. You sank into the floorboards, searing the wood with your presence as you passed through it. You hovered close to the ceiling of the floor below, keeping an ear out for the old man in case he happened to be nearby. Sam finished the incantation and closed the book with a snap, Dean stepping into the devil’s trap to undo the girl’s ropes. As they usually are after an exorcism, she was unconscious. He scooped her up and carried her over to the couch, laying her down gently, making sure she was propped up with a pillow before sitting at her legs. Bobby came into the room then, a very thick book in his hands, the pages visibly yellow and curling at the edges. “So I’ve been doing some reading, and that demon was one that’s old. Like, Queen Elizabeth old. It can change time, send you back to whatever period it wants to. Anything the monsters we've hunted can do, she can. We're lucky we even caught the damn thing.” Bobby dropped the book on the desk as Sam picked up an old rag to begin cleaning up the paint lines.

“So, what, it’s an ancient bitch that likes to copy people?” Dean said from his spot on the couch next to the girl, observing her features as she lay there unmoving, aside from her chest slowly rising and falling. Sam had only just broken the line when you smirked and surged upwards, flying full speed towards your special body. You forced yourself down the throat, your inky black smoke making the girl’s back arch as you possessed it once more. When you were finished, you opened your eyes and glared at Dean. “I don’t like being called an ancient bitch.” You barely batted an eye as you flung him into a wall, Sam and Bobby moving to help when they, too, were forced against a wall.

You strolled up to Dean, a smirk plastered on your face as he glared at you. “Don’t look at me like that, it turns me on.” You purred, dragging a finger down his cheek while your eyes roamed his body and you mentally undressed him. You gave him a flattering smile before turning to face Sam. “Told you it wouldn’t work, pumpkin. Nobody ever listens to me. Aw, wipe that frown off your face, it’s ruining my good mood.” You grabbed his chin and shook it a little, smiling before booping his nose. You turned around and sauntered back to Dean. “Tell you what, handsome. You leave here with me, we’ll book a room somewhere and you’ll show me a good time. And I’ll let go of your friends and we can all be a little team that hunts monsters. Sound good?” Dean’s lips twitched. “Go to hell.” He spat, still trying to wrestle out of the relentless force that pushed against him.

“Been there, done that. So, is it a deal~?” You placed a hand on his chest, leaning in to where your face was an inch from his, your eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes and back again. “Dean. Dean, what’s she saying to you?” Sam grunted, straining to free himself. Dean stared hard into your [e/c] eyes, gaze unwavering as he spoke. “Fine. It’s a deal.” You perked up, a cheek splitting grin on your face. “Excellent! As promised,” Sam and Bobby fell to the floor, Dean dropping to his feet as well. “Your friends are free to go. Shall we?” You hummed, hips swaying as you walked out of the room. Dean caught himself staring after you, and his head snapped to where Sam and Bobby stood. Sam’s mouth was open in shock, Bobby scratching his balding head in confusion.

“She just let you go, like that?” Sam asked. “Close your mouth, you’re attracting flies, kid.” Bobby grumbled, going around behind his desk to find the flask of holy water he kept in a drawer. “Not exactly, no. She wants me to, uh, kind of, uhm..” Dean scratched the back of his head as he tried to think of a way to word what deal had been made. It was embarrassing to admit that he agreed to get frisky with a demon. “She wants to have sex with you.” Sam finished, cocking out a hip and crossing his arms. “What was that you said about her being an ancient bitch?” Sam questioned as Dean felt a blush slowly crawl to his cheeks. “She’s a smokin’ hot ancient bitch?” He tried, dropping his hand from where it had been hanging on the back of his neck.

“She’s a demon, Dean! You probably just made a deal with it!” Sam exclaimed. You poked your head back into the room. “Dean, you comin’?” You asked, impatiently crossing your arms. You ran a hand through your [length] [color] hair and winked at Sam. “Uh, yeah..” Dean trailed off, unsure how you put this weird spell on him. Bobby snuck up and doused you with holy water. You closed your eyes and spit the water out of your mouth, giving Bobby a blank look. “Nice try, sweetheart. But I’m far older than these pathetic little weaklings who call themselves demons. So you have to try a little harder than that to kill me.”

Dean couldn’t help himself as he watched the water on the corner of your lips slowly crawl down your cheek, dripping onto your shirt, the white tee clinging to your chest with water. Dean felt himself lick his lips, and he nearly slapped himself. Sam was right. This was a demon who he had probably unintentionally made a deal with. But hey, if this deal meant him getting laid right after he got out of hell, then he was in. 4 months without any action could seriously damage his ego. So, mumbling a half hearted apology to Sammy, he followed you out the room and out the front door to his Impala.

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Dean x Fem!Demon!Reader

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You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips as Sam read the ancient tongue of Latin, the words coming together to form an exorcism spell to try and rid you from the body. “I already told you, it’s not gonna work! You’re just tiring yourself.” You shrugged as best as you could, the rope that tied you to the chair restricting your movements. With a snap of your fingers, you could make the rope vanish and the devil’s trap break, but you wanted the Winchesters to feel better about themselves before you did anything. So, with your smirk fading, you began coughing, forcing yourself out of your vessel. Sam happened to notice the black smoke leaking out of your mouth, and he chanted faster.

“Ergo, draco maledicte. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura..” Here’s the plan, you’d dispel yourself from the body, and pretend to burn away, really only going to sink into the floorboards and wait for Sam to finish chanting and break the devil’s trap so you could escape. Like earlier, you could be done in two seconds flat. But oh how badly you wanted to see their reactions when you came back~.

You hummed in your natural form, pretending to quake. You sank into the floorboards, searing the wood with your presence as you passed through it. You hovered close to the ceiling of the floor below, keeping an ear out for the old man in case he happened to be nearby. Sam finished the incantation and closed the book with a snap, Dean stepping into the devil’s trap to undo the girl’s ropes. As they usually are after an exorcism, she was unconscious. He scooped her up and carried her over to the couch, laying her down gently, making sure she was propped up with a pillow before sitting at her legs. Bobby came into the room then, a very thick book in his hands, the pages visibly yellow and curling at the edges. “So I’ve been doing some reading, and that demon was one that’s old. Like, Queen Elizabeth old. It can change time, send you back to whatever period it wants to. Anything the monsters we've hunted can do, she can. We're lucky we even caught the damn thing.” Bobby dropped the book on the desk as Sam picked up an old rag to begin cleaning up the paint lines.

“So, what, it’s an ancient bitch that likes to copy people?” Dean said from his spot on the couch next to the girl, observing her features as she lay there unmoving, aside from her chest slowly rising and falling. Sam had only just broken the line when you smirked and surged upwards, flying full speed towards your special body. You forced yourself down the throat, your inky black smoke making the girl’s back arch as you possessed it once more. When you were finished, you opened your eyes and glared at Dean. “I don’t like being called an ancient bitch.” You barely batted an eye as you flung him into a wall, Sam and Bobby moving to help when they, too, were forced against a wall.

You strolled up to Dean, a smirk plastered on your face as he glared at you. “Don’t look at me like that, it turns me on.” You purred, dragging a finger down his cheek while your eyes roamed his body and you mentally undressed him. You gave him a flattering smile before turning to face Sam. “Told you it wouldn’t work, pumpkin. Nobody ever listens to me. Aw, wipe that frown off your face, it’s ruining my good mood.” You grabbed his chin and shook it a little, smiling before booping his nose. You turned around and sauntered back to Dean. “Tell you what, handsome. You leave here with me, we’ll book a room somewhere and you’ll show me a good time. And I’ll let go of your friends and we can all be a little team that hunts monsters. Sound good?” Dean’s lips twitched. “Go to hell.” He spat, still trying to wrestle out of the relentless force that pushed against him.

“Been there, done that. So, is it a deal~?” You placed a hand on his chest, leaning in to where your face was an inch from his, your eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes and back again. “Dean. Dean, what’s she saying to you?” Sam grunted, straining to free himself. Dean stared hard into your [e/c] eyes, gaze unwavering as he spoke. “Fine. It’s a deal.” You perked up, a cheek splitting grin on your face. “Excellent! As promised,” Sam and Bobby fell to the floor, Dean dropping to his feet as well. “Your friends are free to go. Shall we?” You hummed, hips swaying as you walked out of the room. Dean caught himself staring after you, and his head snapped to where Sam and Bobby stood. Sam’s mouth was open in shock, Bobby scratching his balding head in confusion.

“She just let you go, like that?” Sam asked. “Close your mouth, you’re attracting flies, kid.” Bobby grumbled, going around behind his desk to find the flask of holy water he kept in a drawer. “Not exactly, no. She wants me to, uh, kind of, uhm..” Dean scratched the back of his head as he tried to think of a way to word what deal had been made. It was embarrassing to admit that he agreed to get frisky with a demon. “She wants to have sex with you.” Sam finished, cocking out a hip and crossing his arms. “What was that you said about her being an ancient bitch?” Sam questioned as Dean felt a blush slowly crawl to his cheeks. “She’s a smokin’ hot ancient bitch?” He tried, dropping his hand from where it had been hanging on the back of his neck.

“She’s a demon, Dean! You probably just made a deal with it!” Sam exclaimed. You poked your head back into the room. “Dean, you comin’?” You asked, impatiently crossing your arms. You ran a hand through your [length] [color] hair and winked at Sam. “Uh, yeah..” Dean trailed off, unsure how you put this weird spell on him. Bobby snuck up and doused you with holy water. You closed your eyes and spit the water out of your mouth, giving Bobby a blank look. “Nice try, sweetheart. But I’m far older than these pathetic little weaklings who call themselves demons. So you have to try a little harder than that to kill me.”

Dean couldn’t help himself as he watched the water on the corner of your lips slowly crawl down your cheek, dripping onto your shirt, the white tee clinging to your chest with water. Dean felt himself lick his lips, and he nearly slapped himself. Sam was right. This was a demon who he had probably unintentionally made a deal with. But hey, if this deal meant him getting laid right after he got out of hell, then he was in. 4 months without any action could seriously damage his ego. So, mumbling a half hearted apology to Sammy, he followed you out the room and out the front door to his Impala.