Black Eyed Surprise
Sam and Dean stared as the last fire engine left the motel. The room that Y/N had been staying in (or what's left of it anyway) sat in ash, burned to the ground with a slight smoke still emitting from charred furniture residue. Whomever had done this was specifically targeting Y/N. The two rooms to each side of hers sat unharmed, almost symbolizing a comparison to what the motel room used to look like. What was there now was simply a pile of ash and soot, black and burnt to the ground. Dean glanced in the rearview and the look on Y/N's face was concerning. She had gone blank. Like it hadn't even registered that everything she owned was now dust in the wind. Dean quickly pulled the impala off to the side and the three got out to check the damage.
Sam looked questioningly at Y/N, as she was walking perfectly fine after what seemed like a substantial injury. Chalking it up to her body being in shock as well as her mind, he shook it off. Sam walked under the overhang, as ash was still floating all around the air, drifting like feathers in the wind. He followed one especially bountiful cluster until it passed an overhead light. A light that had just begun to flicker. Reacting immediately, all hunters pulled out guns and flasks of holy water. Well, all except Y/N. Both Sam and Dean were a bit too preoccupied to notice the lack of reaction from the female hunter.
Not making the same mistake again, Dean took the lead, placing Sam and Y/N behind him in a protective crouch. A gust of wind howled and a whiff of something that smelled of rotten eggs blew by his nose and he immediately recognized it. Sulfur. "Careful, it's close," he warns as he encloses Y/N and Sam further behind him, his shoulders tensing with each passing moment. Sam mirrored his brother in an equally taut stance, placing himself between Dean and Y/N who, speaking of, was oddly relaxed.
"Really? Where? I don't know Dean I think you're getting rusty. It's much closer than you think." Dean turned slowly around, as those words just came out of Y/N's mouth. She smirked and blinked, her eyes opening to reveal a shade darker than black where the golden irises once were. "Surprise! I took the hot one." Both Dean and Sam lunged at Y/N, however, both were hurled mid-air and trapped on the outside wall of the adjoining room. Y/N, or the demon anyway, had them at a disadvantage. She looked to the brothers and flashed her pearly whites. "So what is this exactly? Winchesters take in a new puppy? That's adorable. Funny Dean, I thought you hated dogs?" Dean gritted his teeth as he spat his smartass comeback. "I tend to make exceptions when they look like her. Only got one year left, trying to get all the tail I can."
"Cute. Guess I picked the right meat suit then." Y/N walked up to Dean and grabbed his chin, her lips inches from his. He could feel her breathe on his face. "You know, you and I could have a lot of fun. (Y/N began running the finger of her opposite hand down Dean's chest at this point, popping each button of his flannel as she passed it). Heads up, I always like to incorporate just a little pain into my bedroom activities (She squeezed his chin tighter at this implication). Just can't seem to get off without it, ya know?" Dean tried to remove his head from Y/N's hands, but her grip only tightened further. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but the whole Satan spawn thing is kind of a mood killer. What do you want anyway you black eyed skank?" Y/N released her hold on Dean and turned her back to walk to her previous position in between the boys. "Oh, just what every girl wants; world domination, good sex every now and then, you know, the essentials." She begins to turn slowly back towards them. "But I'll settle for what I came here for."
"And what exactly was that?"
"Your heads on a plate. There's only one problem really. My hands are kind of tied. Sam, I have no problem offing you, but, see, Dean's got a great big do not touch sign plastered all over that fine packaging. At least not for a year anyway. But don't you worry your pretty little heads, I found a loophole. True, I can't kill Dean, but it says nothing about torture. And I just so happened to have majored in it. Welcome to college town baby." Sam struggled at this point trying to free himself and fight back. "What's your problem anyway lady?"
"My problem? You two idiots exorcised my sisters and you're asking me what my problem is?"
"Damn, I thought there were only two of you?"
"Three piles of sulfur. Three demons. It adds up boys. Guess I was just lucky you three weren't smart enough to figure that out." Of course, Dean had to add in his two cents. "Well not for nothing sweetheart, but your sisters didn't exactly put up much of a fight. Took them down easily. Ever think maybe it's their fault? Survival of the fittest and all that crap."
"No, they were just stupid enough to stick to the guidelines. The job description and your contract. I, however, am an innovator, always finding loopholes and such. Not to mention how god damn sick I am of being an Erinye. All the rules and labels attached. Not everyone wants to avenge or whatever, like let me kill who I want to kill ya know? Free reign and all that jazz. That's what got me in trouble and sent home the first time. But then word got out that a couple of morons were picking the lock upstairs and I sure as hell wasn't missing that train. Once the gates were open, I knew that it was a new game. And I have you to thank for that, don't I Sammy? So truly, thank you. I'll try to keep that in mind when I peel the skin from that pretty face of yours. Yes, I know they may have been morons, but they were still my sisters. And I'm gonna carve that out of your asses." Y/N pulls out the knife previously tucked into the back of her jeans. Walking up to Dean she runs the tip down his chest, popping the rest of his buttons to expose his black T-shirt underneath. The silver gleamed in the moonlight, casting an almost threatening reflection in Sam's direction. "Don't worry handsome, I'll make sure you and I have fun first. I know you want to. Found out the second I jumped this hot piece of ass that you wanted to do the same." Dean was looking anywhere but Y/N at the moment, clenching his jaw. "Feeling shy? We can fix that." Y/N grabs Dean's crotch (over his pants) as he let out a grunt. "Oh sweet Jesus Y/N fight this!" he practically screamed. Sam struggled immensely. Of course he was trying to save himself and Dean, but honestly, his main motivation for fighting back was to not witness the felony that his brother and new friend were about to commit. "Y/N's long gone. But you know what, I'm sentimental. I think I'll wear her a while even after I kill the two of you."
"You son of a bitch, you're coming out of there if I have to reach down your throat and pull you out myself."
"Oh Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean. Always with that tough exterior. You don't have to put the mask on with me, baby. I can see right through it. You may have earned your brother some extra time here, but you lost the girl. Just like mommy and daddy and anyone else you've ever loved. And that alone kills you. Which is exactly why this is my favorite part." The brothers remained quiet. Y/N dragged the knife back up to Dean's throat and nicked it slightly on the right. Dean let out a slight grunt as Y/N smiled. She brought the knife to her mouth and slowly licked the blood off of it. Both boys grimaced. "I always liked it straight from the tap."
"Then I hope you keep a keg in hell, cause that's right where you're going." Y/N whipped around to see Bobby Singer behind her. Before she even had time to react, Bobby was dousing her in holy water. The boys were released from their holds on the wall and instantly kicked into gear. Thinking fast, they both surrounded Y/N, each grabbing an arm and not breaking their holds. Y/N struggled, mustering up her supernatural strength to try and break free. Bobby continued to chant the exorcism as he began to pour salt on the ground in a perfect circle, encasing the three hunters and the demon within it. "Careful Singer, I've got leverage!" Before the boys could stop her, Y/N plunged the knife she was holding straight into her side, just missing a vital organ. She let out a laugh that sent shivers down each of their spines. "Make one more move, and it goes in her chest." Without even hesitating, Bobby finished the exorcism and Y/N screamed as the black smoke exited her body in a whirlwind that disturbed the piles of ash and soot. She suddenly grew heavy in Sam and Dean's arms, her entire body going limp as she hung unconscious.