The night had gone horribly wrong. You, Dean, and Sam were in the thick of a hunt—what was supposed to be a simple salt-and-burn had spiraled into chaos when a demon much stronger than expected showed up, hell-bent on dragging you back to Hell. It wasn’t the first time you’d faced something like this, but tonight was different. This demon wasn’t just after you—they wanted Dean, too.

“Get behind me!” Dean’s voice cut through the chaos, his protective instincts kicking in as he shoved you behind him. The demon sneered, eyes black as coal, towering over the both of you with a malicious grin. “You don’t belong here, sweetheart,” it hissed, locking its gaze on you. “Hell’s been waiting for you.”

Your heart pounded, a mix of fear and anger twisting in your chest. You had grown up in Hell, your life stolen at a young age, leaving you with no choice but to adapt to the darkness. But ever since Dean pulled you out—ever since he saw past your demonic nature and taught you how to live like a human—you had found something more. Something worth fighting for. And Dean? He’d been more than just a hunter to you. He had become family.

“You’re not touching them,” Dean growled, his hand tightening around the demon-killing knife, every muscle in his body tense. His eyes were fierce, but there was a softness there, too—a softness that had always been reserved for you. You knew he hated demons, but you were different. You weren’t just a demon to Dean. You were someone he cared about deeply, someone he had taken under his wing despite everything.

The demon lunged, and before you knew it, the fight was on. Sam was busy holding off a group of lesser demons while Dean fought like hell to keep this one off you. But the demon was strong—too strong. It knocked the knife from Dean’s hand, sending him sprawling across the ground. For a moment, everything froze. The demon’s hand closed around your arm, its grip burning like fire as it began to drag you away. “Come on, kid,” it hissed, “time to go home. And I’m bringing Dean with me.”