Dean Tells You He's A Demon

"What are you saying?" You asked, tears rolling down your cheeks as Dean circled you, that famous smirk plastered across his lips. "Dean, you're scaring me."

Dean stopped and stood in front of you. Your mouth hung open as he shrugged his shoulders and his eyes turned. They were once a beautiful green, like shining emeralds in his sockets. Now they were black as night. You gasped and backed away slowly.

Dean laughed at your actions. "You can try and escape me, honey. But I'm faster." He teased you, stepping closer as you moved back. "You can't tell me you didn't know, Y/N. How do you think I got so feisty in bed? Before, I was lame. I tricked girls into thinking I was good. Now, I'm great. I've been pleasing you better the last two weeks than I have in the last two years." He smirked.

"That's not true." You whimpered. "Dean, baby. Please tell me this isn't true." Your heart skipped a beat when Dean—without moving—was in front of you. You watched him. He was two feet away from you, now he was two steps in front of you.

You tried to scream but the sound wouldn't come. It was like you forgot how to as Dean's eyes changed back into those pretty green jewels.

"How could you do this?" You asked. You took in a few deep breaths, trying your best to calm down. "Dean, how could you make this decision?"

"How does one turn down being a demon?" He laughed. "It's great, sweetheart. You should try it." He winked at you, and you felt your world crash and burn as you knew it.