Dealing With Demons

Seated at a small table in the front of the venue, sipping on a glass of whiskey, Becky's tired eyes watch silently as the last group of partiers carry their swaying bodies out of the door. The room's vibrant lights dim down, music faint in her eardrums as she downs the rest of her drink. An amused chuckle suddenly fills the room, Becky's light eyes widening upon the sound

"Becks!" her 'friend' Guy calls out playfully to her, suit clad body moving to stand behind her chair ,"You missed the party."

"Yeah, well..." Becky sighs, fingers nervously dancing along the cool surface of her glass ,"It's been a weird night."

"So, what are we thinking?" Guy asks through a smirk, dark eyes glowing a deep red color as he stares at the back of her head. He watches as she rolls her shoulders back, hand running itself through her blonde locks as she takes a shaky breath.

"...Okay..."

"Okay?"

"I'm in"

Standing from her chair, smaller body meeting his as he stands beneath a pale yellow spotlight, Becky crosses her arms over her chest. Guy smiles fondly at the girl, hands finding themselves resting gently on her shoulders as he tilts his head down to meet her anxious blue eyed gaze

"You're making the right choice" He reassures her, watching her nod

"I know..." She's hesitant to continue, nervously avoiding his intense eyes as they stare at her ,"So, we seal the deal with a kiss?"

"Exactly!" he praises her sweetly, opening up his arms to cradle her small body in his ,"Pucker up, sweetheart"

With her arms against his chest, fingers closing in on themselves to form fists, Becky suddenly shoves the man backward. Watching with widening eyes as he stumbles a few steps, body now exactly where they needed her, Becky screams out for the group of hunters hidden in the shadows

"Do it! Now!"

Leaping up from behind the bar, body sliding across the slick wooden surface, (y/n) lands onto her feet and begins a mad dash towards the man too confused to know what to do. He watches through widened eyes as plumes of black smoke escape (y/n)'s teeth, throat glowing a dangerous orange as her body comes too close for comfort. Before he's able to react, she's pulling back her soft lips to blow out a deep purple blaze, flames igniting the hidden devils trap beneath Guy's feet. The room is suddenly bathed in the strong smell of ash and berries. Sam, Dean, and Garth step out from their hiding place, bodies joining (y/n)'s smaller frame as they stand before the demon

"Blueberry Vodka-" Garth explains smugly, waving the empty bottle of liquor for Guy to see ,"-the answer to all of life's problems."

"Did you see that, guys?" Becky gloats excitedly, small body jumping up and down like a child as she exclaims ,"I did it just like we said! I am awesome! I-"

Turning to stare at the girl through her glowing scarlet colored eyes, (y/n) finds her lips pulling back slightly into a fierce snarl. Becky is quick to shut herself up, breath getting caught in her throat upon meeting the Phoenix's intense gaze

"...I'll be over there..." Becky squeaks out, body moving to stand near the back of the room. With her out of the way, the hunters get to work, boots moving across the tan carpet as they make their way towards the demon stuck in his vodka circle

"Dean Winchester-" Guy smiles bitterly, dark skin illuminated by the pale spotlight above him ,"-this is really thrilling! Can I have your autograph?"

Dean smirks, slowly opening up his jacket to reveal the shining blade of the famed demon killing knife he always had on hand. Grasping onto it's smooth wooden handle, Dean threateningly twirls the sharp dagger between his fingers

"Sure, I'll carve it into your spleen" Dean chuckles darkly, moving forward to further confronting the demon, only to be stopped by Sam when he tugs lightly on his brothers sleeve

"How are you running your little scam?" Sam asks

"Well, how do you mean, Sammy boy?" Guy smugly replies, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares down the hunters. Garth, strangely serious as he returns the demons intense gaze

"Signing 10-year deals, snuffing 'em that week. Ring any bells?"

"Well, I would never! Rules of the road, can't lay a hair on any of my clients-"

"We know-" (y/n)'s voice is low as she speaks, (e/c) eyes never quite losing their fiery glow, "-so how are you cheating it?"

"I'm not a cheater-" Her words seemed to have struck a chord within the demon, his face turning dangerously dark as he continues ,"-I'm an innovator."

"Enlighten us, then, genius-" Dean threatens, silver blade shining beneath the pale yellow lights above. Guy huffs out in frustration

"When a person bargains away his soul, he gets a decade, technically-" he explains, voice laced with frustration, "-but...accidents happen"

"So you're arranging 'accidents' and collecting early?" Sam asks, Guy smiling innocently in response

"Oh, please. White gloves! I don't get my hands dirty." A dark smile makes it's way across Guy's face, teeth like daggers as he stares slightly to the side ,"That's why it's important to have a capable intern."

Before anybody is able to respond, the group is suddenly violently flung to the side by an unknown force. Their bodies come crashing down on the decorated tables in the next room, centerpieces shattering beneath their weight and covering the wood floor in it's glass shards. (y/n), sliding across the ground until her back roughly hits the bottom of the bar, is quick to try and pinpoint the other hunters. Garth lays lifeless by a green table near the back of the room while Dean is curled up into himself near the archway, both are thankfully breathing.

"(y/n)!" Sam's shouts cause the girl to snap her head in his direction, landing on his form sitting up against the bar on the other side of the room. Just before him stands a tall blonde haired man, hand reaching out to choke the hunter without touching him. The fire in the Phoenix comes to a boiling point upon seeing the demon, jaw clenched as she quickly makes a plan of attack. Letting her legs carry her through the slick dance floor, (y/n)'s hands begin to emit a deep blue glow, plumes of black smoke escaping her lips as she rushes towards the man with his back still turned towards her

"Hey, douchebag!" Catching the demon's attention, body turning around, his smirk is quickly replaced by a scowl upon seeing the girl now sprinting towards him. Reaching out his other hand to try and toss her to the side, (y/n) is quick to grab a hold of his wrist and pull him forward. Narrowly avoiding his power, she thrusts her knee up to crash into his elbow, effectively snapping the bone with a sickening crack. He reels back his clenched fist to smash his knuckles into her nose, her body falling to the ground from the disorienting hit. Her nostrils begin to pour out a steady stream of scarlet colored blood onto the wood floors. Sensing his movement above her, she is quick to swipe her leg out to trip the demon making his move, his body joining hers on the ground in the blink of an eye. Before he's able to react, (y/n) is straddling his waist, using every ounce of strength she has to keep him from escaping her grasp. She smirks, blood smearing across her teeth as she stares down at him

"I win"

With those words she roughly slaps her hand onto his mouth, fingernails carving into his skin as he thrashes from her hold. (y/n) watches as the flesh beneath her palm begins to glow, breaking off like pieces of ember as his face deteriorates from her touch. Screaming out helplessly, the demon's vessel is soon turned into a pile of smoldering ash, tar black smoke being released from it's body and quickly escaping through an open window before they could be able to send him back to the place he crawled out of. Without a vessel, the demon couldn't harm them anymore. Sam is quick to rush to her side, hands gently grasping her arms to help her stand on her own feet. Her body sways slightly

"Are you alight?" his voice is filled with concern, light eyes examining her bloody nose and glowing orange eyes slowly fading back to their original (e/c) color. She nods, her gaze scanning the mess of a venue and landing on Dean, the hunter being strangled by Guy against one of the pillars. Before either is able to respond, Becky is suddenly rushing to Dean's aid, demon killing blade grasped tightly in her hands.

"Dean!" She shouts his name, gaining his attention, before messily tossing the knife to his outstretched hand. He thankfully catches it. Using the blade, Dean is now able to threaten Guy, silver edge pressed up against the skin of his neck as they slowly move forward. Dean smirks, the group closing in on the pair

"How many deals you got cooking in this town, Madoff?"

"...15..."

"Yeah, well, call them off-" Dean presses the knife further into the demons flesh, silver edge just barely breaking the surface of his dark skin ,"-or I'll cut my own loophole in your throat."

"Oh, crap" Guy's voice suddenly holds a nervous fragility, eyes vacant as he stares down at the wooden floors. Dean chuckles darkly

"Yeah, you said it. You're in a world-"

"Hello, boys"

"Oh, crap" Dean grumbles out in frustration, quick to use Guy as a shield, body turning so that the pair are now facing the direction the guff voice came from. (y/n), Sam, and Becky all turn to follow their gaze, eyes widening upon seeing a familiar face. Wearing his signature black suit and tie, Crowley offers a confident smile, mossy green eyes swiping over everybody in the room before stopping on Sam.

"Sam, mazel tov-" He playfully greets the hunter, head tilting to observe Becky behind his massive body ,"-who's the lucky lady?"

"You're Crowley!" Becky replies excitedly, goofy smile pulling at her bright pink lips as she stares in disbelief. Crowley seems unimpressed, a pitying look making it's way across his face

"And you're-" he grimaces, clearing his throat lightly, "-well, I'm sure you have a wonderful personality, dear"

Taking a small step towards the group, Crowley is suddenly stopped by Dean, green eyes watching the demon carefully as he presses the knife further into Guy's throat.

"Another step and I'll Colombian necktie your little friend here." Dean threatens, only to get an amused smile in reply

"Please, don't let him get off that easy"

"Sir, I don't think that you-" Guy tries to defend himself, voice shaking slightly, but is quickly interrupted

"I know exactly what you've been doing-" Crowley's voice is laced with frustration ,"-a little birdie named Jackson sold you out, emailed all the juicy deets to my suggestion box"

The group's eyes all slowly turn down to meet the smoldering pile of black colored ash near the bar, Crowley following their gazes and landing on the same sight. He turns on his heels and meets the (e/c) eyed gaze of (y/n), blood still dripping from her broken nose and pooling in a small puddle at her feet. Crowley smiles, scoffing lightly

"I assume-" he motions to the black dust scattered across the floor ,"-that was my whistle-blower? You know, before your pretty little bird got to him? Shame...had a future"

As if like a light inside him was switched off, Crowley's face suddenly darkens, green eyes turning a dangerous black as he slowly meets Guy's frightened gaze.

"Unfortunately, you don't"

"I was just-" Guy stutters out desperately, but it again interrupted by the haunting calmness of Crowley's voice as he steps forward

"There is only one rule...make a deal, keep it"

"Well, technically, I didn't-"

"There's a reason we don't call our chits early. Consumer confidence." Crowley explains, voice laced with a fiery anger as he continues, "This isn't Wall Street! This is Hell! We have a little something called integrity. This gets out, who'll deal with us? Nobody! Then where are we?"

"...I don't know..."

"That's right. You don't-" Crowley praises sarcastically, eyes never taking themselves off of the demon being held hostage in Dean's arms, "-because you're a stupid, shortsighted little prat. Now, hand the jackass over. I'll cancel every deal he's made"

"What are you gonna do with him?" Dean asks Crowley, hand still firmly grasping onto Guy. Crowley smirks

"Make an example of him...fair trade, right? We all go our separate ways. No harm done."

"What, out of the goodness of your heart?" Sam asks, suspicion obvious in his voice. Crowley rolls his eyes, annoyed

"Years of demons nipping at your heels, haven't seen one for months. Wonder why?"

"Well, we've been a little busy" Dean scoffs. Crowley swipes his eyes over to the hunter, sighing

"Hunting Leviathan, I know. That's why I told my lads to stay clear of you meatheads

The group falls into a contemplative silence, hunters still unsure over whether or not to trust the demon. Glancing towards each other, all sharing the same guarded expressions, Sam finally breaks the silence

"What do you know about them-?"

"Too much.-" Crowley sighs tiredly, as if recalling a meeting he must have had with them recently, "-You met that Dick yet? Smuggest tub of goo since Mussolini."

"So, you're saying that you don't like them?" (y/n) comments, trying her best to speak clearly through the blood in her mouth. Crowley smiles bitterly

"I hate the bastards. Squash 'em all, please" He replies, holding his hands up to show the group he's no longer a threat to them, "I'll stay clear"

"Rip up the contracts first" Dean demands, watching as Crowley snaps his fingers immediately after, no hesitation.

"Done...and done!" He announces happily, motioning towards the demon still in Dean's grasp, "Your turn"

Shoving Guy forward, watching him stumble until he's standing in front of the intimidatingly calm Crowley, Dean holds up his hands to show that he isn't going to be a threat to him anymore either.

"Pleasure, Gentleman" Crowley bows his head slightly before placing a firm hand on Guy's shoulder, the pair disappearing from the venue in the blink of an eye. The hunters all stare at the spot Crowley was just standing in, unsure how to take everything that just happened. Before anyone is able to say anything though, their eyes all snap to the table behind them, hearing something shift from beneath the green surface. Using his hands, Garth suddenly hauls himself up off of the floor and rests his aching body on top of a chair next to him. He chuckles awkwardly

"What'd I miss?"

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Leaning back against the beat up blue mustang they were calling theirs, Sam and Dean watch as (y/n) and Garth slowly walk over to them, the girl helping the scruffy hunter as he limps slightly across the alleyway. Dean smiles, shoving his hands into his jean pockets when Garth is in front of him

"Well, buddy, I got to say-" He isn't sure how to continue, green gaze awkwardly trying to avoid Garth's puppy like eyes, "-you, uh...you don't suck"

"Thank you-" Garth chuckles lightly, almost sounding as if he were getting choked up as he held onto (y/n) still helping to support his weight, "-that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

Before Dean can respond, Garth is suddenly lunging forward to embrace him. Reaching out his hand, the scrawny hunter pulls on (y/n)'s shirt sleeve to get her to join in, the girl complying with a sigh and being crushed between the two men. Sam has to hold in his laugh, using the back of his hand to shield his lips as he watches the pair struggle to remove themselves from Garth's surprisingly strong hold on them. A few uncomfortable seconds go by before the puppy-like hunter finally let's go, blue eyes teary as he bids them all a sweet farewell before climbing into his own car to drive away. Dean, noticing the way Sam kept nervously eyeing the girl beside him, takes this as his cue to leave. Mentioning something about being too tired to stand and to get in the car when they're ready, he's quick to hop into the driver's seat, leaving the pair alone. (y/n), still somewhat uncomfortable being around the taller hunter after what he had said, finds herself anxiously fidgeting with her fingers

"Look, uh-" Sam is hesitant, voice soft and filled with guilt as he continues, "-when I was all dosed up, I-I- said and did some crap...stuff I didn't mean"

"Sam-"

"You're not just some monster, (y/n)-" Sam is quick to keep her from interrupting him, a determination in his light eyes as he speaks ,"-you're so much more. I promise, (y/n), when I look at you...monster isn't what comes to mind"

"What does come to mind?" She asks cautiously, feeling somewhat shy by his kind words. Sam smiles fondly at the girl, light eyes showing the sincerity he felt

"Family"

"Ew, gross" (y/n) chuckles softly, trying her best to cover the fact that she was getting choked up from the hunter's tenderness, hand shoving his arm playfully. Sam laughs in response.

"Wanna hug it out?" Sam teases her, opening his arms

"Ew, grosser-" (y/n) giggles, taking his hand in hers and gently coaxing him up, "-let's get home. I'm sure Bobby is excited to tear you a new one after your little marriage in Vegas"

"Be my shield?"

"You know it, Winchester"