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She sat quietly sucking on the pip of a nectarine and sliding her fingers into the next page flicking it over and continuing reading. She felt herself immune to all emotion except for those in books. For eight long years she fought and for eight long years she triumphed, battling demons and things that went bump in the night. And for what?
She had nothing to fight for except her life, and right now that seemed like a piss poor excuse to fight for also.

She was y/n.

She was sitting in a motel reading a book and taking a break from ridding the world of the evil sons-of-bitches. Then in a hours time she’d turn on her laptop and Google for her next job. It was repetitive. Sure, she had the toys and the car and the guys at the bars trying to pick her up but nothing felt enjoyable. It was the same bloody thing day in, day out.
She’d even considered changing her lifestyle, go to a course, get a job and fall in love. But that never worked out. Something evil was always there, and when you yell at your boss to get the salt normally people think you’re crazy and you are fired. Sometimes the thought of death entered her mind, if she was dead maybe Hell would be a little more fun. Because this sure wasn’t. She was a self sacrificing type, with no one to die for.

So after returning to the bar to drink away her lack of existence and proceeding with her novel a man decided to join her.

“Two of the strongest things you got.” He grunted to the barkeep who only nodded. It was a hunter’s bar, no body questioned anything. He returned with the drinks and the man planted one in front of her and one for himself. y/n accepted the drink without question. She was glad at the burn of alcohol tearing down her throat. Slamming the glass down on the table she returned to her book with not a dreg in the glass.

“Merci.” She tells him placing down the book and rubbed her eyes.

“You looked like you needed it.” He chuckled placing his own glass down.

“y/last/n” she says looking over to the war-ridden face beside her. He looked young, handsome but his eyes shone with a background of pain, hardship, loss, guilt and sadness. He was a soldier with too many fights. She liked him, he looked loyal and strong but caring, a bad enemy and one who had experienced Hell for himself.

“Winchester.” He replies raising his hand for another refill.

“I’ve heard of you.” You reply, “So are you the heavenly brother or the Devil?”

“Don’t talk about Sammy like that.” He growls half heartedly obviously too tired to fight.

“I don’t care it’s just that easy to divide you. Good and bad and all that.” She sighs downing the refill.

“It’s not always black and white.” He says quietly to you. She feels the guilt rip through her.
“What do you want with me?” She snarl. He grins.
“I want you to work a job with me.” He replies nonchalant, “Rumour is your willing to die.”
“Yeah well I’m sick of life.” y/n says picking up her book and standing. Dean joins her leading her out.
The impala sat where her car previously occupied and she felt rage deep in her gut.
“Where is my baby?!” She yells, he raises an eyebrow.
“At the motel. Where we’re going.” He replies walking round to the driver seat.
“If you wrecked her I will fucking rip out your lungs and feed them to you.” She hisses. He doesn’t respond to the threat so she hisses again, “Then I’ll make you watch me burn your impala.”
His eyes glare at her in terrifying warning before he realises her tight apparel. A small singlet outlining her curves under a thick leather jacket. Tight jeans and thick hunting boots covered her other half and the sight of her piercing eyes and defining hair was making him grin internally, there was so much he could do with that body.
“No you won’t, because your car is fine.” He smoothly comforts and begrudgingly she sat in the passenger before sighing. Just roll with it, she thinks, you have nothing left to live for anyway.
“What do you want me to do?” She growls, he knew more about her then he let on.
“Go to Hell.” He says.
“Wow, that’s not a big ask.” She sighs leaning on the window.
“Look, someone tricked Castiel into a deal. And I can’t stand the thought of him in Hell. It would wreck him. Big time.” Dean says quietly.
“Okay. So you want me to take his place.” y/n confirms.
“Yes.” He nods.
“When’s the deal due?” She asks.
“First of September.” He tells her.
“One month.”
“One month.” He repeats.
“Well do I get to meet the guy I’m dying for?” She asks.
“He’s just in here.”
“Great.”

“Dean? Where were you?” Sam asks opening the door before either Dean or y/n could turn the knob, “And who’s this?” He notices.
“Your sacrifice.” The girl replies.
“Sacrifice? Dean, what’s going on?” He frowns as she impatiently pushes past him leaving Dean to talk with Sam.
Dean shrugs, “Well, I’m gonna switch her for Cas. Crowley said”
“Crowley lies. You are not sacrificing some poor girl for him. Let me guess she’s another virgin as well.” He growls bitch-face at full capacity.
“Hey! Poor girl my ass, I’m a hunter. Sammy. And trust me when I say I am not a precious virgin.” She snaps walking straight up to Sam and eying him in a vicious stare.
“Sorry.” He says slightly taken aback.
“y/n is here mostly because we stole her car.” Dean sighs planting himself next to a man on the farthest bed, “We might be able to save you Cas.” He assures placing a hand on his shoulder. Instantly a cold blue eyed gaze looked to his hand. Dean frowns and awkwardly takes it away.
Y/n observes the strange hunched man. His hair was scruffy and black, shaped with small kinks, he wore a beige collared trench coat with the belt loose and a light button up shirt with a clean blue tie which currently draped around his neck. His eyes were a deep blue and he had a strange look of vulnerability about him.
“He won’t survive Hell.” She says crossing her arms.
“And you would?” Cas asks. He voice deep and shaky, she shivered at its sound.
“I’ve done it before.” She snaps back. The room seemed to become solemn and uncomfortable for y/n. The guys were sending her, and exchanging, sad looks
“I’m sorry.” Cas whispers.
“Don’t be sorry. I would choose to do the same thing if I had to again.” She says looking at a bare wall.
“What do you mean?” Sam asks.
“I had family. I sacrificed myself. Like any of you would.” She says, “But I wasn’t lucky enough to have them again after my time.”
“How’d you get out? If you don’t mind me asking.” Dean says remembering when Cas pulled him out.
“I don’t know.” She replies before shrugging the jacket off her and pulling back her shirt to show a pentagram branded into the flesh roughly above her heart.
“It gave you that?” Dean asks.
“Yup, what’s your souvenir?” She frowns. Dean shrugs aside his shirt.
“Castiel couture.” He grins showing the faint scarring of a handprint.
“Pretty.” y/n muses.
***
“You do understand what you are doing when you agree to this?” Dean questions and y/n nods.
“Sounds fun.” She replies with a smile.
“Dean.” Cas says not looking up from his lap.
“Now Crowley said there would be no way to bring you back up, that’s an eternity in Hell.” Dean says crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, I understand. But that’s okay as long as you actually make a difference, make my sacrifice worth it.” She says sitting on the motel bed and pulling her legs up to her chest.
“Dean.” Cas repeats. But the others ignore him.
“So are we summoning Crowley here? Or do we want a devil’s trap or something?” Sam asks fiddling with a tattered journal that caught y/n’s eye.
“Dean.” Cas repeats tirelessly.
“Just summon, if he sees a trap Cas might be screwed.” He says walking over and pointing to a summoning ritual in the demon section of his father’s journal.
“I’m gonna have to kiss the bastard, aren’t I?” y/n groans, she’d seen Crowley before and honestly, he wasn’t the sexiest thing alive.
“Maybe, or I will. I don’t know how the deal will go.” Dean shrugs digging through his duffle to grab the specific herbs.
“Dean.”
“I hope it’s you, he looks like the penguin dude from batman in that coat.” She laughs looking from the brothers to Cas who was vigorously twiddling his thumbs.
“Dean.”
“Well thanks for that.” Dean tells her sarcastically, “Sam, think fast.” He tosses two plastic pots of dry plants to Sam who catches them easily and begins to use them, feverishly looking from book to bowl every few seconds.
“Dean.”
“No problem Sweetheart, now, where’s my car?” She asks thinking about the bag of (favourite candy) she’d left there. If she was heading to Hell, might as well eat up.
“Dean”
“Nu-uh. You agreed, I’m not letting you hightail it to the mountains.” He says in a rough voice.
“Dean.”
“Hightail it to the- never mind, I just wanted my candy.” She sighs.
“Dean.”
“Candy? What candy?” Sam asks looking up at her quite excited.
“Dean!”
“Like you’re getting any.” y/n laughs shaking her head.
“Dean!”
“I’m doing all the hard work here, I deserve some.” He replies.
“Dean!!”
“I’m going to Hell for him! It’s all mine bitches!” She says calmly.
“DEAN”
“WHAT?” He snaps at Cas.
“She is not sacrificing herself for ME!” He yells viciously jabbing a finger at his chest and walking over to glare at Dean, “I want to go to Hell. I don’t care what you think about how strong I am or how much I can survive, I DON’T CARE. I’m going because it was my fault. I don’t need YOU cleaning up every god damned mess everyone else makes! I will be responsible for my OWN mistakes.” He stood less than a ruler from Dean and he looked terrifying to y/n. So powerful and strong, but he looked too gentle.
“Castiel, it’s okay. I want to do this.” She whispers standing and slowly pacing beside them.
“I won’t let you.” He says stubbornly.
“I understand. But you can’t go down there, you’re needed here to fight. I understand. I can see the big picture.” She says placing a hand gently on his shoulder. He looks to her hand cautiously and takes a deep breath.
“Big picture? God’s plan? Destiny? I used to believe all that. It was always unquestionable. But your destiny doesn’t lay in hellfire. It can’t. So I go. Don’t make this deal. Or I will stop you.” He warns shrugging away her hand.
“Try. I dare you.” she hisses through her teeth, “I don’t have a purpose, so feel free to kill me.”
He just glares at her for a while and with every second, y/n finds it hard to keep his unnerving eye contact.
With a sigh he steps back turns on his heels and walks to the door.
“Cas! Get your ass back here I just want to-“ The door slams shut and Cas and his trench coat disappear behind it, “Help you.” Dean finishes with a sigh before walking to the plastic motel chair and collapsing.
“’My destiny doesn’t lay in hellfire’? Know what he’s talking about?” She asks feeling the pentagram on her chest burn a little.
“Nope, almost never do.” Dean tells her rubbing his face tiredly. And they still had to call Crowley.
“I want to go look for him.” She whispers rubbing your hands together.
“Cas will be fine, let’s just call Crowley.” Dean shrugs watching Sam concoct the powder.
“No, you call him. Get the details of the deal. Kiss him if you want I don’t care, but I’m gonna go find that assbut.” She say standing and pulling on her jacket.
“Assbut?” Dean asks grinning internally.
“Shaddup, it’s my word.” She smiles walking out the motel and slowly retracing Cas’ path. She wasn’t all too worried about his actual wellbeing, she was mostly curious about her ‘destiny’ as he had called it, “Cas? You here?” she calls walking into the dark behind the motel.
“No.” He replies from the dumpster. He sat there with his legs crossed and his blue eyes watching her in the dark. She smiles thoughtfully and walks over to stand in front of him. She tilts her head and waits for his response.
“I don’t want anyone to make sacrifices on my behalf.” He whispers, y/n nods.
“I’m not making sacrifices. I’m making a choice.” She replies threading her fingers through her hair.
“A choice to sacrifice yourself.” He points out.
“Still my choice.”
“Cas? What’s your favourite food?” She asks turning and leaning on the dumpster.
“Why is that relevant?” He frowns.
“It isn’t, I’m just curious.”
“A greasy hamburger.” He tells her showing a rare flash of teeth in a cheeky smile.
“Yum.” She agrees, “Feel like heading for one now? I’m starving.” She asks giving him a smirk.
“But Dean and Sam…”
“Can have fun without you, it’s only five o’clock and I want food, so move your ass.” She says walking away from the dumpster.
“Such profane words from a young lady.” He remarks.
“I’m sure Dean’s worse.”
“You’ve got me there.”

“Do you reckon he’ll remember?” Dean asks looking back at Sam from where he was previously watching y/n and Cas drive off together.
“Remember what?” Sam asks looking at the chalked symbols of his handiwork on the floor.
“How to act on a date.” Dean answers walking over to review the summons.
“Date? They just met!” Sam exclaims with a laugh.
“Star-crossed lovers probably.” Dean explains with a cheeky shrug.
“Dude, Romeo and Juliet both committed suicide.” He shakes his head.
“Well maybe it’s time for a re-write.”
“Maybe you need to take a look again and realise they JUST MET.” Sam repeats.
“I did, and Cas was eying her. Big time.” He argues.
“Cas isn’t you, he can look at a girl without checking her out.”
“Shut up Sam.”

Description
She sat quietly sucking on the pip of a nectarine and sliding her fingers into the next page flicking it over and continuing reading. She felt herself immune to all emotion except for those in books. For eight long years she fought and for eight long years she triumphed, battling demons and things that went bump in the night. And for what?
She had nothing to fight for except her life, and right now that seemed like a piss poor excuse to fight for also.

She was y/n.

She was sitting in a motel reading a book and taking a break from ridding the world of the evil sons-of-bitches. Then in a hours time she’d turn on her laptop and Google for her next job. It was repetitive. Sure, she had the toys and the car and the guys at the bars trying to pick her up but nothing felt enjoyable. It was the same bloody thing day in, day out.
She’d even considered changing her lifestyle, go to a course, get a job and fall in love. But that never worked out. Something evil was always there, and when you yell at your boss to get the salt normally people think you’re crazy and you are fired. Sometimes the thought of death entered her mind, if she was dead maybe Hell would be a little more fun. Because this sure wasn’t. She was a self sacrificing type, with no one to die for.

So after returning to the bar to drink away her lack of existence and proceeding with her novel a man decided to join her.

“Two of the strongest things you got.” He grunted to the barkeep who only nodded. It was a hunter’s bar, no body questioned anything. He returned with the drinks and the man planted one in front of her and one for himself. y/n accepted the drink without question. She was glad at the burn of alcohol tearing down her throat. Slamming the glass down on the table she returned to her book with not a dreg in the glass.

“Merci.” She tells him placing down the book and rubbed her eyes.

“You looked like you needed it.” He chuckled placing his own glass down.

“y/last/n” she says looking over to the war-ridden face beside her. He looked young, handsome but his eyes shone with a background of pain, hardship, loss, guilt and sadness. He was a soldier with too many fights. She liked him, he looked loyal and strong but caring, a bad enemy and one who had experienced Hell for himself.

“Winchester.” He replies raising his hand for another refill.

“I’ve heard of you.” You reply, “So are you the heavenly brother or the Devil?”

“Don’t talk about Sammy like that.” He growls half heartedly obviously too tired to fight.

“I don’t care it’s just that easy to divide you. Good and bad and all that.” She sighs downing the refill.

“It’s not always black and white.” He says quietly to you. She feels the guilt rip through her.
“What do you want with me?” She snarl. He grins.
“I want you to work a job with me.” He replies nonchalant, “Rumour is your willing to die.”
“Yeah well I’m sick of life.” y/n says picking up her book and standing. Dean joins her leading her out.
The impala sat where her car previously occupied and she felt rage deep in her gut.
“Where is my baby?!” She yells, he raises an eyebrow.
“At the motel. Where we’re going.” He replies walking round to the driver seat.
“If you wrecked her I will fucking rip out your lungs and feed them to you.” She hisses. He doesn’t respond to the threat so she hisses again, “Then I’ll make you watch me burn your impala.”
His eyes glare at her in terrifying warning before he realises her tight apparel. A small singlet outlining her curves under a thick leather jacket. Tight jeans and thick hunting boots covered her other half and the sight of her piercing eyes and defining hair was making him grin internally, there was so much he could do with that body.
“No you won’t, because your car is fine.” He smoothly comforts and begrudgingly she sat in the passenger before sighing. Just roll with it, she thinks, you have nothing left to live for anyway.
“What do you want me to do?” She growls, he knew more about her then he let on.
“Go to Hell.” He says.
“Wow, that’s not a big ask.” She sighs leaning on the window.
“Look, someone tricked Castiel into a deal. And I can’t stand the thought of him in Hell. It would wreck him. Big time.” Dean says quietly.
“Okay. So you want me to take his place.” y/n confirms.
“Yes.” He nods.
“When’s the deal due?” She asks.
“First of September.” He tells her.
“One month.”
“One month.” He repeats.
“Well do I get to meet the guy I’m dying for?” She asks.
“He’s just in here.”
“Great.”

“Dean? Where were you?” Sam asks opening the door before either Dean or y/n could turn the knob, “And who’s this?” He notices.
“Your sacrifice.” The girl replies.
“Sacrifice? Dean, what’s going on?” He frowns as she impatiently pushes past him leaving Dean to talk with Sam.
Dean shrugs, “Well, I’m gonna switch her for Cas. Crowley said”
“Crowley lies. You are not sacrificing some poor girl for him. Let me guess she’s another virgin as well.” He growls bitch-face at full capacity.
“Hey! Poor girl my ass, I’m a hunter. Sammy. And trust me when I say I am not a precious virgin.” She snaps walking straight up to Sam and eying him in a vicious stare.
“Sorry.” He says slightly taken aback.
“y/n is here mostly because we stole her car.” Dean sighs planting himself next to a man on the farthest bed, “We might be able to save you Cas.” He assures placing a hand on his shoulder. Instantly a cold blue eyed gaze looked to his hand. Dean frowns and awkwardly takes it away.
Y/n observes the strange hunched man. His hair was scruffy and black, shaped with small kinks, he wore a beige collared trench coat with the belt loose and a light button up shirt with a clean blue tie which currently draped around his neck. His eyes were a deep blue and he had a strange look of vulnerability about him.
“He won’t survive Hell.” She says crossing her arms.
“And you would?” Cas asks. He voice deep and shaky, she shivered at its sound.
“I’ve done it before.” She snaps back. The room seemed to become solemn and uncomfortable for y/n. The guys were sending her, and exchanging, sad looks
“I’m sorry.” Cas whispers.
“Don’t be sorry. I would choose to do the same thing if I had to again.” She says looking at a bare wall.
“What do you mean?” Sam asks.
“I had family. I sacrificed myself. Like any of you would.” She says, “But I wasn’t lucky enough to have them again after my time.”
“How’d you get out? If you don’t mind me asking.” Dean says remembering when Cas pulled him out.
“I don’t know.” She replies before shrugging the jacket off her and pulling back her shirt to show a pentagram branded into the flesh roughly above her heart.
“It gave you that?” Dean asks.
“Yup, what’s your souvenir?” She frowns. Dean shrugs aside his shirt.
“Castiel couture.” He grins showing the faint scarring of a handprint.
“Pretty.” y/n muses.
***
“You do understand what you are doing when you agree to this?” Dean questions and y/n nods.
“Sounds fun.” She replies with a smile.
“Dean.” Cas says not looking up from his lap.
“Now Crowley said there would be no way to bring you back up, that’s an eternity in Hell.” Dean says crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, I understand. But that’s okay as long as you actually make a difference, make my sacrifice worth it.” She says sitting on the motel bed and pulling her legs up to her chest.
“Dean.” Cas repeats. But the others ignore him.
“So are we summoning Crowley here? Or do we want a devil’s trap or something?” Sam asks fiddling with a tattered journal that caught y/n’s eye.
“Dean.” Cas repeats tirelessly.
“Just summon, if he sees a trap Cas might be screwed.” He says walking over and pointing to a summoning ritual in the demon section of his father’s journal.
“I’m gonna have to kiss the bastard, aren’t I?” y/n groans, she’d seen Crowley before and honestly, he wasn’t the sexiest thing alive.
“Maybe, or I will. I don’t know how the deal will go.” Dean shrugs digging through his duffle to grab the specific herbs.
“Dean.”
“I hope it’s you, he looks like the penguin dude from batman in that coat.” She laughs looking from the brothers to Cas who was vigorously twiddling his thumbs.
“Dean.”
“Well thanks for that.” Dean tells her sarcastically, “Sam, think fast.” He tosses two plastic pots of dry plants to Sam who catches them easily and begins to use them, feverishly looking from book to bowl every few seconds.
“Dean.”
“No problem Sweetheart, now, where’s my car?” She asks thinking about the bag of (favourite candy) she’d left there. If she was heading to Hell, might as well eat up.
“Dean”
“Nu-uh. You agreed, I’m not letting you hightail it to the mountains.” He says in a rough voice.
“Dean.”
“Hightail it to the- never mind, I just wanted my candy.” She sighs.
“Dean.”
“Candy? What candy?” Sam asks looking up at her quite excited.
“Dean!”
“Like you’re getting any.” y/n laughs shaking her head.
“Dean!”
“I’m doing all the hard work here, I deserve some.” He replies.
“Dean!!”
“I’m going to Hell for him! It’s all mine bitches!” She says calmly.
“DEAN”
“WHAT?” He snaps at Cas.
“She is not sacrificing herself for ME!” He yells viciously jabbing a finger at his chest and walking over to glare at Dean, “I want to go to Hell. I don’t care what you think about how strong I am or how much I can survive, I DON’T CARE. I’m going because it was my fault. I don’t need YOU cleaning up every god damned mess everyone else makes! I will be responsible for my OWN mistakes.” He stood less than a ruler from Dean and he looked terrifying to y/n. So powerful and strong, but he looked too gentle.
“Castiel, it’s okay. I want to do this.” She whispers standing and slowly pacing beside them.
“I won’t let you.” He says stubbornly.
“I understand. But you can’t go down there, you’re needed here to fight. I understand. I can see the big picture.” She says placing a hand gently on his shoulder. He looks to her hand cautiously and takes a deep breath.
“Big picture? God’s plan? Destiny? I used to believe all that. It was always unquestionable. But your destiny doesn’t lay in hellfire. It can’t. So I go. Don’t make this deal. Or I will stop you.” He warns shrugging away her hand.
“Try. I dare you.” she hisses through her teeth, “I don’t have a purpose, so feel free to kill me.”
He just glares at her for a while and with every second, y/n finds it hard to keep his unnerving eye contact.
With a sigh he steps back turns on his heels and walks to the door.
“Cas! Get your ass back here I just want to-“ The door slams shut and Cas and his trench coat disappear behind it, “Help you.” Dean finishes with a sigh before walking to the plastic motel chair and collapsing.
“’My destiny doesn’t lay in hellfire’? Know what he’s talking about?” She asks feeling the pentagram on her chest burn a little.
“Nope, almost never do.” Dean tells her rubbing his face tiredly. And they still had to call Crowley.
“I want to go look for him.” She whispers rubbing your hands together.
“Cas will be fine, let’s just call Crowley.” Dean shrugs watching Sam concoct the powder.
“No, you call him. Get the details of the deal. Kiss him if you want I don’t care, but I’m gonna go find that assbut.” She say standing and pulling on her jacket.
“Assbut?” Dean asks grinning internally.
“Shaddup, it’s my word.” She smiles walking out the motel and slowly retracing Cas’ path. She wasn’t all too worried about his actual wellbeing, she was mostly curious about her ‘destiny’ as he had called it, “Cas? You here?” she calls walking into the dark behind the motel.
“No.” He replies from the dumpster. He sat there with his legs crossed and his blue eyes watching her in the dark. She smiles thoughtfully and walks over to stand in front of him. She tilts her head and waits for his response.
“I don’t want anyone to make sacrifices on my behalf.” He whispers, y/n nods.
“I’m not making sacrifices. I’m making a choice.” She replies threading her fingers through her hair.
“A choice to sacrifice yourself.” He points out.
“Still my choice.”
“Cas? What’s your favourite food?” She asks turning and leaning on the dumpster.
“Why is that relevant?” He frowns.
“It isn’t, I’m just curious.”
“A greasy hamburger.” He tells her showing a rare flash of teeth in a cheeky smile.
“Yum.” She agrees, “Feel like heading for one now? I’m starving.” She asks giving him a smirk.
“But Dean and Sam…”
“Can have fun without you, it’s only five o’clock and I want food, so move your ass.” She says walking away from the dumpster.
“Such profane words from a young lady.” He remarks.
“I’m sure Dean’s worse.”
“You’ve got me there.”

“Do you reckon he’ll remember?” Dean asks looking back at Sam from where he was previously watching y/n and Cas drive off together.
“Remember what?” Sam asks looking at the chalked symbols of his handiwork on the floor.
“How to act on a date.” Dean answers walking over to review the summons.
“Date? They just met!” Sam exclaims with a laugh.
“Star-crossed lovers probably.” Dean explains with a cheeky shrug.
“Dude, Romeo and Juliet both committed suicide.” He shakes his head.
“Well maybe it’s time for a re-write.”
“Maybe you need to take a look again and realise they JUST MET.” Sam repeats.
“I did, and Cas was eying her. Big time.” He argues.
“Cas isn’t you, he can look at a girl without checking her out.”
“Shut up Sam.”