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Inexplicable Fate (Part 5)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 2366

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing gif challenge. This is like a slow burn?? Idk. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers…) It’s LONG. So buckle in. It is slow-ish at first. But things will build to a head…Promise ;P

Beta’d by the ever fabulous @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Sam Winchester: @mogaruke @lenawiinchester

Castiel: @lenawiinchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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“So is this really uncomfortable or how does this work?” you asked as you sat on your bed and nervously rubbed your hands on your pants.

“It’s extremely painful. I basically insert my hand into your chest and--”

Your stomach lurched as you held your hand up. “Okay, no, that’s okay, I don’t need the details. Let’s just do this.”

Castiel nodded and took his place in front of you.

“And this will...tell you why I can hear what you can?” you asked, nervous.

“It will let me know if you have angelic grace in you, or if you’re mental state is impaired, or if something has happened to your soul,” he explained.

You nodded, not sure what to say or if you should ask anything else, ready to just get this over with.

“Do you have a belt or something you can bite down on?” Castiel asked as he looked around and you nodded, pointing to a chair at a little desk in your room, a handful of belts draped over the back of it. He grabbed it and came back, folding it and putting it in your mouth, the action making you scared. This pain must be beyond your comprehension if you needed something to bit down on.

“Now try to relax and if you have some place you really enjoy, try to go there mentally, because this will be incredibly unpleasant.”

You took a deep breath, trying to find a happy place to go, and then you nodded. Castiel took one last look in your eyes before he slowly slid his hand forward, and when his fingertips reached your chest, they didn’t stop at the flesh, they slid right through as if your skin, bone, and muscle weren’t even there.

The sensation was like one you’d never felt.

It felt exactly as you expected, but much, much worse. It felt as if he’d punched into your chest with a white hot iron, the heat searing your insides as they twisted. You tried to bite down, to keep from screaming but it was futile. Your mouth fell open, a visceral scream echoing from your mouth, the noise so loud it hurt your own ears.

Thrashing, your hand shot towards his arm, wanting to rip it away from you but his other arm caught your wrist, preventing you from moving further with your desire. His grip was like a statue’s, immovable and hard, he had strength like you’d never seen.

But the pain was still in your chest, making you scream, thrash, and now cry. Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he let you go and your body went limp before he caught you to keep you from toppling to your floor. He gently eased you back on the bed.

“Sorry about that,” he tried.

“It’s okay,” you assured with a ragged breath. “Did you see anything?”

“Yes, I did. I saw angelic grace,” he informed, frowning.

“What does that mean?” you wondered.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure. Only angels and nephilims have graces,” he said, still frowning. “You’re not an angel, and we would’ve felt when you were born, and thus, killed you.”

“What?!?” you exclaimed.

“Yes, I thought Dean and Sam had explained that to you?”

“Explained what?”

“When a nephilim is born, a child of an angel and a human, the power is so great, nothing can defeat it, so the angels have sworn for years to terminate them before they can cause any destruction.”

“That’s….awful,” you responded.

“It’s to ensure the human race and others stay in existence. It isn’t a moral matter, Y/N.”

“Maybe not to you, but I’m human, life, children, babies...Shouldn’t be killed.”

“I don’t imagine you to understand, but the fact remains, you’re somehow angelic, that explains why you can hear what we can,” he stated.

“But we don’t know why I have angel grace in me,” you confirmed.

“Right.”

A knock came at your door.

“Come in,” you called.

Sam opened the door and poked his head in. “Sorry to, uh, interrupt, but someone’s at your door and I didn’t want to answer, since it’s your house and all.”

“Oh, thanks.” You jumped up and stepped past Castiel and followed Sam out to your living room entry area, going to the door to open it and see a dark haired woman in a leather jacket and jeans. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I seemed to have broken down and I wondered if I could use your phone?” she said sweetly and a red flag went off in your head.

What are the odds of meeting the Winchesters and an angel, and now a random woman “breaks down” in the middle of nowhere, and comes to your house. It’s too random to be random. Something felt off about it.

“I’m sorry but… could you go nextdoor? Now isn’t a good time,” you said as you started to close the door, but her hand flashed to the door and she held it where it was.

“I really need your help,” she said in a darker tone as she pushed the door back, making you stumble. Sam and Dean ran to your side but the woman waved her and and the two of them went flying, hitting your walls and making a huge hole before falling to the ground.

Panic started to rise in your chest as you backed away from her. You wanted to run to them, to comfort them, to make sure they were okay but you were frightened, frozen. You weren’t sure what running to them would help either.

Castiel emerged from your bedroom. “What are you doing here?” he asked, seeming to brace himself for a fight.

“We just want the girl, let us take her, Castiel,” she said as her eyes slid to the angel on your right.

“You can’t take her,” Castiel responded, stepping in front of you, a blade dropping out and into his hand, and she did the same.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Castiel.”

“You’re not leaving me a choice,” he responded, a touch of sorrow in his voice as he went to lunge at her but she kicked him, hard, and with another wave, he was sent soaring across the room as well.

“Not as strong as you once were,” she mocked towards him before her eyes set on you. You turned to run but she ran towards you, her speed far surpassing yours as she grabbed you around the waist. You began kicking and screaming, thrashing, just trying to get away from her.

“Don’t struggle. I wasn’t going to hurt you, but if you force my hand,” she swore as she started pulling you out of the house.

“No!” you screamed as you tried again with all your might to get away from her. “Nooo!” you screamed again,and this time, you felt something leave your body. A presence, almost. It felt as if your own skin had left you and ballooned out around you like a cloud, or a shield.

Suddenly, you felt the woman let you go, and you turned around to find her unconscious. Once you were free, you bolted back inside your house, slammed the door and lock it as the three men approached you.

“Hey, hey, you kay? What happened?” Sam asked as he walked up and you hugged him, shaking violently and crying.

“I don’t know,” you sobbed. “I just...I was scared and there was this light, and she let go of me,” you stated, letting the story trail off. “What’s happening to me?” you asked as tears streamed down your face.

“We don’t know, kid,” Dean said.

“Dean, did you not just see that? She laid out an angel,” Sam noted, his head above yours, his chest vibrating against you as he spoke, him holding you and you holding him.

“She shouldn’t have been able to do that,” Cas noted, an almost scared tone to his voice as he eyed you.

“Ya think?” Dean quipped. “How the hell did you do that?” he demanded, frowning, almost glaring at you as he crossed his arms.

You stepped away from Sam, wiping your face with your sleeve. “I don’t know. I have no idea. I just...I was scared, that’s all. I wanted to be let go, I wanted her to let me go, and the next thing I know, she’s laid out on the ground.”

The three of them stared at you incredulously.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but she isn’t safe here,” Cas stated. “You aren’t safe here. I think the angels followed me. They know we’re here...For whatever reason, they want you.”

“And that's bad?” you questioned. Clearly it was, seeing as they tried to kidnap you, but they needed you alive or they would’ve killed you just now. And how did you knock her out?

“Any time those winged dicks wants something, it’s never good,” Dean remarked, looking around as if someone was watching or listening.

“Cas is right, Dean, She’s not safe here any more. We need to take her with us.”

“Take her with us where?” Dean asked and half a second later, he caught Sams’ expression. “Back home? To the Bunker? No. Hell no. We can’t take her.”

“Dean, what choice do we have?”

“Sam’s right,” Castiel piped up. “If the angels want her, there’s got to be a reason, and we need to figure out why. If she’s important to them, she could be important to us.”

“Has anyone forgotten that we’re trying to find Baby Satan and Mommy right now?” Dean questioned desperately, anger behind his words. “We just got out of prison yesterday. We’re still dealing with Mom and the British dicks of Letters. We can’t take Looney Tunes here with us back home, we don’t have time for it and I don’t have to time to babysit.”

“Dean!” Sam almost shouted, chastising his brother.

You took offense at his words, but he was right. They didn’t owe you anything.

“No, no, he’s right. You three have been really helpful but...you don’t have to take care of me. You don’t know me.”

“No, Y/N, you’re in danger, with angels and possibly demons, we can’t just leave you here to fend for yourself,” Sam retorted.

“That’s really sweet but I...I’ll be okay,” you assured, having no real idea how you would be okay. Sure, you laid that angel out, but you had no idea how you did it or if you could do it again. It was possibly a fluke thing, and what if more than one came the next time.

The next time...you could already tell they wouldn’t stop at one try. From what they’d told you of angels, they were persistent and deadly. This time probably wouldn’t be any different.

“No, you won’t. We don’t know what the angels want with you or why they’re after you or how you could do what you just did but you shouldn't be alone,” Sam tried and you went to say something before Dean turned his brother.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked, his anger not hidden at all by his tone.

The two of them walked into the guest room and shut the door, leaving just you and Cas.

“You really don’t know how you caused Kazeel to pass out?” he questioned and you shrugged slightly.

“No. I just...wanted to be back inside with you three, I was terrified of her taking me, and...this feeling left my body.” Castiel gave a slight, small nod before you said, “Could you...I mean...Can you do that? Can you knock people out?”

“I can put people to sleep with one touch, is that what you mean?”

“I guess...I was more wondering--”

“If you have the power of an angel,” he finished.

Biting your lip, hugging yourself, you meekly nodded.

He sighed. “I do not know. I could work with you and see, but as it stands right now, i know very little about you.”

“Right...Yeah, no, I get that,” you solemnly said. Part of you knew all of this was crazy, beyond surreal. They were talking about taking you to Kansas, for how long? You had a job and a life here. You couldn’t just uproot. And yet, within the last twenty-four hours, you wanted nothing more than to join these men, learn about these abilities you were seemingly developing, talk more with Castiel, learn from him, and figure all this shit out in your head.

Sam and Dean emerged from the bedroom, Dean looking unhappy and Sam looking slightly relieved.

“Y/N, we’ve talked it over and we think you’d be safest with us at our bunker in Kansas. We have all the lore and information there. We have protection spells to keep angels and demons out. You would be undetected. We know it’s a lot to ask, but we think if we leave you here alone...you could be in grave danger. You might even be killed,” Sam said.

“What...what all would it mean?” you asked, unsure what he was saying.

“You’d come live with us, we’d work together to see why you got these powers the same day Lucifer’s child was conceived and see how and if you tie in to all of this. You can leave as soon as you get your answers, and that’s fine. We just want to help you and protect you and you might even be able to help us,” he explained.

“For how long?” you wondered.

“However long it took. You can leave at any point. We just...we think we can help each other out. You wanna know why you’ve got angel radio and now powers to attack an angel, and we need some more help on the angel front, you might be able to help us find Lucifer’s kid, since you seem to somehow be connected to him.”

It was a huge question. A lot to ask…

“Let me call my boss, I want to see if I can sort out something work-wise and I’ll let you know,” you said.

[ibelongtonegan]

Deal with the Devil - Chapter 3: Possessed

Yay, the third and final chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who liked, reblogged and commented on the first two chapters! I hope the final part will be just as much fun to read as it was for me to write. It’s definitely the darkest and sexiest chapter out of the three and my favourite of the series. And if you read the first two chapters then you know what’s ahead: yup, it’s smut time, kids, and boy, I had so much fun writing it. Please mind the warnings, for this isn’t a conventional smut scenario. I mean, demons and all that supernatural stuff aside...

Summary: you go on a hunt with John, searching for a powerful demon, but things don’t go as planned when John gets captured. You offer the demon a deal, but your decision has serious consequences for both you and John...  

Characters: John Winchester x Reader

Word count: 3,621

Warnings: angst, demonic possession, mind control, semi-incest (step-father/step-daughter), smut (mild coercion/slight dub-con, rough sex, vaginal sex), swearing

Tags: @negan--is--god @isayweallgetdrunk @mysacredstardust @mcnegan @winchester-novakk @kingkenzieo

I appreciate feedback and most days don’t bite. So don’t be shy, please feel free to comment, message or ask me anything!

You can read this fic on AO3 as well.

[READ CHAPTER 1 HERE]

[READ CHAPTER 2 HERE]

Chapter 3: Possessed

“Azazel...he’s inside me...”

You looked at your step-father in horror.

No, that’s not possible.

“He...wants to use me...to have you...I can’t fight him off for long...,” he forced out the words as if something or someone tried to stop him from speaking. “Y/N, you need to shoot me with the Colt!”

“No, John, never. I will get him out of you!” you argued. Shooting him would mean a certain death, for the Colt would only be effective against the demon inside him if you aimed for his head.

“You can’t! He’s too powerful! Shoot me or I won’t be able to stop him from making you his! Do it now!” he pleaded hysterically. His whole body twisted in agony.

“No, John, let me get the Book of Spells!”

You jumped up from floor and sprinted to the other side of the bed to grab the book from the drawer of the nightstand. You looked back over your shoulder and John was still writhing in pain, but his yells grew louder and more frantic. He was clearly trying to fight whatever was inside him and didn’t look like winning.

“John, hang in there!” you cried out hoping your words could get to him.

You picked up the book and run back to his side of the bed. John was now lying on his back, his body completely still. He stopped shaking and the room was silent again. You dropped the book on the floor and knelt down next to his body.

“John? Can you hear me? Are you all right?”

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you with a weak smile.

“I’m...fine,” he said groggily.

“Oh, thank God!” you sighed out with relief and buried your face in his chest.

“No sweetheart, don’t thank him for that!” you heard John’s voice and looked up, perplexed. He sat up on the floor, smiling at you triumphantly. His eyes were the same amber color now like the demon’s back at the house. “Thank yourself for making a deal with the devil.”

“John?” you whimpered trying to back off from him but your back hit the wall, trapping you.

“Oh, yes, little hunter. John is mine now,” the demon growled as he approached you. He grabbed your arms and pinned your body down beneath him on the floor. “And now you will be too.” he added licking his lips hungrily, merely an inch away from your face.

“Nooo, John, please!” you screamed hopelessly, trying to fight him off, when you felt somebody shake your arm firmly.

“Y/N, wake up!”

You opened your eyes to find yourself lying in bed, John sitting next to you, looking at you with concern. His eyes were back to their usual chocolate color.

Your whole body was shaking and you felt tears flowing down your cheeks. You climbed in John’s lap instinctively and wrapped your arms around him, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He folded his arms around you and started caressing your back.

“Shhh...it’s okay. I‘ve got you,” John soothed you.

“I woke up...and you were lying on the floor...he possessed you...and then you attacked me...,” you sobbed against his neck.

“It was only a bad dream. I’m here and you are safe with me.”

It took a couple of minutes for you to calm down. The dream felt so vivid that you needed some time to actually believe it. The warmth and closeness of John’s body comforted you and your breathing evened out.

“There you go, sweetheart,” John whispered in your ear and leaned back a little to study your face. Your cheeks were still wet with tears and he wiped them off with his thumb.  

“Those things...that he said back at the house...about my parents...are they...are they true?”

“Forget it. He was just trying to mess with your head. To make you an easy prey.”

You could sense that John was not telling you something but you pushed the thought to the back of your mind. You didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with it now.

“What about Dean and Sam? Are they all right?” you asked alarmed remembering that your step-brothers should have joined you by now.

“I called them earlier and told them everything. They arrived about an hour ago and are sleeping in the room next to us, don’t worry,” John assured you.

You sighed out loud in response and buried your face in his neck, feeling a great weight lift off your shoulders.

“You were so brave tonight, you know that?” John cooed in your ear.

You leaned back in his lap, casting down your eyes.

“You are not mad at me for disobeying your orders?” You feared he would be furious with you for not staying in the car and waiting for your brothers as he had instructed you, not to mention taking the Colt with you.

John tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“No, I’m not. If you had obeyed my order, I would be dead by now. You saved my life. Thank you,” he husked and gave you a warm smile.

“I’m so glad you are okay, John,” you whispered.

“So am I, Y/N,” he said and pulled your body close to his.

John inhaled against your neck deeply. You felt his hands trail along your back down to your waist and further down to your bottom. Your body froze. He has never touched you like this before. You became self-conscious and very much aware of your sitting in his lap with him wearing only his boxers. You shifted in his lap nervously and moved back a little bit, trying to put some distance between the two of you. You expected him to get the hint and unfold his arms from around you but he was seemingly unaware of your intentions and didn’t seem to mind you being in such an intimate position with him. There was something odd about his behaviour.

“I’m so proud of you. My brave, beautiful girl,” he murmured in a low voice, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He looked deep into your eyes and brushed his lips against yours, catching you completely off guard. His lips were warm and soft against yours and he deepened the kiss. You felt as if struck by lightning, his lips sending shivers down your spine, making your whole body tingle with excitement at the unexpected sensation.

“John? What...what are you doing?” you stammered and pushed him away gently as your rational mind took control. You tried to get up from his lap, but his hands folded tighter around your hips keeping you in place.

“What does it look like I’m doing, baby girl?” he replied smirking at you and leaned in to kiss your lips again, this time with more force. He placed his right hand around your neck, holding it firmly and tilted your head for better access to your mouth.

“I want you,” he whispered against your lips seductively.

His tongue demanded entrance to your mouth again and you couldn’t believe how easily you granted it to him, the kiss making you dizzy. Your mind was screaming at you to resist, but your body was betraying you and you melted into him obediently.

“I want to taste you, feel you and be inside you,” he groaned sensually, licking his way down from your lips to your collarbone and peppering your neck with sloppy kisses and light bites. You felt heat pooling in your belly at his words.

“John...we can’t. You are...you are my step-dad. It’s not...we’re not supposed to...do this,” you moaned, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. He started sucking on your skin, first slowly, then more hungrily, sending sparks of electricity to your aching core. It felt so wrong, yet so right.

“Don’t fight me. You want me just as much as I want you, I can tell,” he husked in your ear and brought his hands down to your bottom again, pulling you closer against him in his lap. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his throbbing erection press against your sex.

Your respect and admiration for John had stopped you from acknowledging your infatuation with him until now. Deep down inside you always knew your feelings for him were more than the love of a step-daughter for his step-father, but you never dared to confess these emotions even to yourself. After the events of tonight however you couldn’t deny the forbidden attraction anymore.

“I have wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you five years ago. Let daddy take care of you,” he breathed against your neck and with that the last shred of your willpower evaporated. You could no longer resist him. Desire washed over you in waves, engulfing your mind in pure lust.

John pushed you back on the bed and climbed on top of you, pinning your body down with his. He trailed kisses along your jaw and neck, eliciting a loud moan from you. You brought your hands up to his hair and tugged at his unruly curls. When his tongue reached your cleavage, he ripped off your tank top, making you gasp. His eyes met yours in a lustful stare. He started sucking on your nipples, biting them gently and then harder with his teeth. His stubble prickled your skin deliciously. The musky scent of his body combined with leather and cigarette smoke overpowered your senses. You were completely intoxicated with pleasure at this point and couldn’t think about anything else but wanting to feel him inside you.

As if he was reading your mind, John continued to suck on your nipples and moved his hand down to your lap. He pulled at the hem of your leggings and tugged them down to your thighs, getting teasingly close to where you craved him the most. He slipped his hand into your panties and ran a finger over your slit. You let out a loud gasp at the sensation and arched your back from the bed. John pushed his finger inside you and started pumping in and out slowly. You could feel your wetness coat his finger, making him groan with delight. Sensing your hunger for more, he inserted a second finger into your pussy and started rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb.

“John...please don’t stop!” you mewled helplessly.

“Oh, no, baby girl, I’m just getting started,” he growled against your skin. “Give yourself to me.”

Lifting his body from yours he knelt between your legs and pulled down your panties and removed them along with your leggings, exposing your body to him completely. Drinking in the sight of your naked beauty greedily, he licked his lips and traced your skin with his calloused fingers down from your collarbone to your pussy as if marking his territory. He moved his right hand down to his crotch and freed his fully erect cock from the confines of his boxers. Pushing your knees wide apart he slid inside you in one swift motion, your tightness engulfing him. You sighed out loud at the exquisite feeling of every inch of him filling you up to the hilt.  

He started moving inside you in a steady rhythm with long, hard thrusts, pushing you deep into the bed. A thin sheen of sweat formed on your bodies, making your skin stick together. The sounds of your moans and skin slapping together broke the silence of the room. You knew you were getting close to the edge and the urgency of John’s thrusts revealed that so was he, the pent-up energy from the hunt pushing the level of your arousal to the maximum.

“The point of no return, little hunter...,” John grunted in your ear and slammed faster into you as he was chasing his peak. His hands were gripping your thighs tightly, his nails digging into your skin. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass filled your ears as you met his thrusts eagerly. His teeth were grazing the sensitive skin below your ear with an enticing mixture of pleasure and pain, making you shudder with need.

Little hunter...

Your eyes flew open when the words cut through the haze of desire enveloping you. Cupping his cheek you tilted his head up, searching his features for any signs of him. John’s eyes were closed, beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and his face expressed pure ecstasy, too far gone in pleasure already. He was panting heavily and his hot breath caressed your skin. He crashed his lips against yours, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth aggressively, while he kept pounding into your body at an unrelenting pace. The frenzy of your impending orgasm took complete control over you, but your instincts couldn’t be silenced. A voice in the back of your head screamed that something was wrong. John’s thrusts became deeper and more sporadic and you felt your walls starting to tighten around him. You tried to hold on to your reason but it seemed to slip away, like water in your palm.  

As if sensing your inner turmoil, John opened his eyes and pierced you with his gaze knowingly. You gasped out loud in shock at the sight: his eyes were the same yellow color now like Azazel’s back at the house.

You tried to resist, but it was too late. John grabbed your wrists and pinned them down above your head. You couldn’t stop your own orgasm anymore as it crashed through your body like a tidal wave, making you scream John’s name instinctively. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as the feeling of completion spread through you. A few quick thrusts later John’s body tensed and he emptied himself into you. He groaned out loud as his hot seed hit your inner walls. He kept thrusting erratically to ride out his orgasm, milking his release completely.

You felt the weight of John’s body as he collapsed on top of you but were unable to move a muscle. You were exhausted and numb, yet every fiber of your body was tingling with the sensation of your climax. Your mind was becoming foggy and you found it more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. Your eyelids started to drop and the last thing you remembered was the the sound of John panting against your ear as darkness finally claimed you...

The first thing you noticed was the suffocating hotness of the air in the room. It felt thick and dry as you gulped hard, your mouth and throat feeling like sandpaper. You opened your eyes slowly. Harsh sunlight was filtering into the room through the opening between the curtains. You looked over to the other side of the bed and found it empty, the blanket pulled aside and the sheets a wrinkled mess. Leaning up on your elbows you glanced around the room but there was no sign of John. You sat up in the bed and buried your face in your hands. Memories of last night flood your mind...the abandoned house...John tied to the chair...Azazel...the bargain...the shot...the way back to the motel...the nightmare...John kissing you...his eyes glowing in the dark...it all seemed fuzzy after that...

Was it real or just a dream?

You shook your head to clear your thoughts, but stopped immediately upon feeling a sharp, throbbing pain at your temple. You stood up from the bed, feeling weak and sore. You picked up John’s shirt from the chair and wrapped it around you. The familiar scent of his cologne soothed your mind instantly and you inhaled deeply. You went to the bathroom, opened the tap and held your wrists under it, enjoying the cooling sensation. After splashing some water on your face you took a few big gulps from the tap to quench your thirst. You grabbed a towel from the rack and dried your hands and face. Lowering the towel you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were tired and puffy with dark circles under them. Your face was paler than usual and your hair was an absolute mess. You felt and looked as if you hadn’t slept a second last night. Carefully you leaned closer to the mirror and examined your eyes. They were bloodshot but otherwise their usual hazel color. You breathed out a sigh of relief.

Just a dream.

You put the wet towel back on the rack when something caught your eye in the mirror. You pulled down the collar of the shirt and saw a dark purple mark below your ear. You traced your fingers over the spot and it was tender under your touch. You slid the soft cotton further down your shoulder and were horrified to see another bruise on your neck beneath the first one. You opened the shirt wide and looked at your naked form in the mirror. Your heart almost dropped at the sight in front of you: your entire body was covered in hickeys and bite marks, your neck, chest, boobs, thighs and even your crotch, as if a beast had ravaged you. Your hand shot up to your mouth, trying to muffle a silent scream. Tears started welling in your eyes.

“I told you that you would give in to me,” you heard a husky voice behind you, as if on cue. John was standing behind you at the door, his glowing yellow eyes holding your gaze. You looked at his reflection in the mirror and felt the blood drain from your face.

“It was just a question of time...and a little help from your step-daddy...,” he added with a cocky smile. “And you gave in to me last night...again...and again. I lost count how many times exactly. The sexual appetite of demons is limitless.”

You were completely frozen in place, unable to speak or move, hypnotized by his words. A deep crimson blush crept up your cheeks and you wrapped the shirt around your body mechanically, hugging yourself.

“Oh, no, little hunter. Don’t get shy on me now. You were anything but last night. In fact, you were wilder than I imagined you to be, dirty little minx. And quite insatiable.” A dark hunger burned in his eyes. “So don’t act coy with me here. You wanted it just like me. And you enjoyed it just as much, didn’t you?” he taunted with a diabolical grin on his face.

You broke under the intensity of his stare and nodded compliantly. You felt like a puppet and John was the master of your strings, pulling them with sinful expertise. He sauntered over to you from behind, his eyes never leaving yours. He grabbed your arms and forced them down to your sides, letting the shirt fall open. A sly grin spread on his face at the sight of his handiwork on your naked body.

“Of all sins, lust is my absolute favourite...and the most pleasurable to indulge in...,” he husked seductively against your neck.

He placed his left hand around your neck and his right hand made its way from your breasts down to your lap, palming your mound forcefully. The heat of his touch enveloped you, making you whimper involuntarily.

“Daddy taught you all about demonic deals, didn’t he? But he forgot to mention one tiny detail. Once you offer your soul to a demon, there is no way out of that deal anymore. And the devil always collects what’s owed to him.” You stared back at him in the mirror in shock. “I knew about your plan all along, but couldn’t help toying with my prey a little before devouring it,” he moaned greedily.

“Who murdered my parents?” you asked feebly. “It was you, wasn’t it?” Tears flowed down your cheeks and a desperate sob escaped your lips.

Azazel wet his lips with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh yes, it was me. They left me no choice,” he answered coldly. “Your mother came into your room when I marked you as mine shortly after your birth. Your father could hold me back and they took off with you. I have been following your trail ever since. But they were always one step ahead of me. Well, at least until that fateful morning five years ago.”

You were listening to his every word, mouth agape.

“I waited for them at your home once you had left for school. I told them I would make you mine and if they gave you to me willingly, I would not harm them. But they wanted to take you away and hide you from me, again. And they were foolish enough to think I would let them. Just like John.”

His words made your blood boil. You tried to turn around and hit him but he tightened his iron grip around your body, holding you in place. With the demon inside his body, he was unnaturally strong and you went limp against him, hanging in his arms like a helpless ragdoll.

“I warned you that your over-confidence would be your downfall. You should have accepted the deal when you had the chance,” he whispered in your ear with a wicked smile. “Now both you and John are mine.”

He grabbed your chin and raised your head so you were looking at your own reflection. Your eyes were the same supernatural color of yellow like his.

“And you are mine...until the end of days!” he growled darkly and pulled your body against his roughly, pressing his hard-on into your lower back.

Your only reply was a wolfish smirk spreading on your lips as your glowing eyes met his in the mirror...

[THE END]