It had been one week since the black smoke appeared. Had invaded my body, my mind. Taken over and imposed its dark will on me as I was forced to watch it destroy my life. My family. It murdered my family and had been on a killing spree ever since. Wandering around spreading sorrow and destruction. Killing everything in its path. What could be so horrible? What could possibly laugh and grin as blood splattered the walls? It must be a demon. Like in my favourite show. If I had known they were real… Well it didn't matter now. The whole week had been like a terrible nightmare. No worse than a nightmare! The horrors I saw are incomprehensible! And it was only getting worse.
As I walked… It walked I started to realize where we were going. It had just bought a gun, some sort of big scary rifle. And was grinning maniacally as it approached the local elementary school. I wanted to scream out, I wanted to cry, I wanted to warn them, I wanted to do something anything to stop this demon from doing what it was about to. But I was powerless. I couldn't even close my eyes.
Suddenly I was in agony. My skin was burning. I turned around - well… it turned around and I saw two men. One was holding an empty bottle and the other a knife. I looked to their faces and rejoiced. I knew them! It was Sam and Dean! They would save me! They would get this demon out of me! The demon snarled and raised the gun towards Sam and Dean. I watched as an epic battle commenced. Sam and Dean dodged to either side as the gunshots rang out. Sam tossed more holy water but the demon threw Sam a few yards away. He moaned in pain and I worried if he was ok. Dean tackled me but the demon threw him off and pointed the gun at him again.
"Sam!" Dean called in that familiar drawn out way.
I was punched in the head from behind. It hurt like hell but I didn't mind because Sam and Dean were doing it to save me. The demon certainly didn't mind and continued fighting. In the fray the gun was thrown to the side out of the demon's reach. The demon threw punches, dodged Sam's attacks, and countered Dean's slashes with the knife. I realized they weren't trying to catch the demon. They weren't trying to exorcise it. They were trying to kill it. And me along with it. I guess that's the way it had to be. I would probably die after an exorcism anyways. And even if I didn't die I would be arrested for killing so many people. It was better this way. What kind of life could I possibly live after being possessed by a demon. It's better I just die along with it.
Pain surged through me. Blinding hot pain that felt like my very soul was being burned away. They had done it. Sam and Dean saved me. The world burned away and I wondered. Will I go to heaven or hell?
A/N: I've finally gotten back into writing! Who knows how long it'll last so please leave a review to inspire me to continue! I'd love to hear what fandom you'd like to see a "realistic" self insert of next! ^U^