Hello everyone I am back! I'm kind of in the writing spirits which is good. It's just been insane lately with life and it's just been up and down so that's why I haven't been updating but I will! Hope you like this epilogue and I will post a new chapter once I've written it. This is a re-write of the story slowly exhale which is my other destiel fanfiction. It will have the same story line so those who have read SE, the plot line in this is exactly the same- just written differently. Those who are new to my stories, welcome! I have two other one shot destiel fanfiction so if you want to read them they're in my account.
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"Well, well, well, what does the world's greatest hunter want with a little crossroad demon like me?"
A woman dressed in black stood in the middle of the crossroad, her eyes glowed red and her skin pale. When the light from the street lamp hit her skin it was almost translucent, small bundles of green and blue veins were decorating her skin like tattoos.
"You know what I'm doing here. Don't mock me." A voice said softly but even when spoken softly he had a hint of an ominous tone, his eyes locked on the woman and a knife gripped in his right hand. The woman shivered and shifted slightly, his eyes following her every moment. She hated herself for feeling fear. She was a demon; she was supposed to be the one that scared people!
"Where's your cute brother?" She said, burying her fear and giving him a playful smirk while her one hand on her hips and the other twirling her hair.
"You know what I want so I suggest we stop playing games or I'll kill you. You know very well I'm capable and you best not lie or you'll be another example to the other demons that lie to me. Remember your friend on cross road 35?" He said, bringing the knife up and she stiffened as it shined under the soft moonlight.
She knew very well what he was talking about, there had been a rumour that he, one of the most feared hunters had been trying to make deals with a crossroad demon and when they told a single lie or played and mock him too much they would just disappear but everyone knew where they went.
He killed them.
She didn't know how he knew when demons were lying but she felt even more fear when he stepped out of the shadows and she saw how his eyes still haven't left hers. It was locked down, his hands dripping the knife and each step he took closer to her she felt panic it seemed like she couldn't move she had never felt this much fear in her entire career.
"Now, save him and give me 10 years."
She felt the cold blade on her neck but it didn't cut her though she knew if she messed up in the next second she would be gone. She looked into his eyes.
"On August 24th 2014 at midnight we'll come and collect you. I just hope you don't regret this Castiel Novak."
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