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Can you do an imagine where you're a demon, but Dean loves you and can't decided whether or not he should kill you or let you live

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Hey! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you like it!

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You were taking the weapons back to the Impala when Dean came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured in your ear.

“Dean! You know I get jealous when you talk to your car when you’re with me!” you teased. Dean laughed, a low rumble.

“You were pretty badass taking down those vamps,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, twisting around to face him.

“Definitely. You were very sexy.” You grinned up at him. “I’ve been thinking,” he continued.

“Don’t exert yourself,” you interrupted with a smirk. Dean swatted your arm playfully.

“Anyway,” he went on. “You should come with me. To the bunker. Sam’s back there and he said he misses you.”

You went cold. “I’m not sure that that’s the best idea…”

“Why not? We’ve been going out for a while and I just thought you might like to see it…” he trailed off.

You bit your lip. You had no idea how to say no without offending him or having to tell him why you couldn’t go. And there was no way you were going to explain that.

“Alright,” you agreed reluctantly. “Let’s go.”

Dean beamed at you, opening up the passenger side door for you.

The whole car trip, all you could think about was what you were going to tell Dean when you made it back to the bunker. You didn’t know how to tell him that you couldn’t enter it. You didn’t know how to tell him that you were a demon.

In your opinion, it was way too soon before Dean stopped the car. “Here it is!” he announced.

You stepped out of the car slowly. “Dean, I can’t go in there,” you told him as he went and opened the door. He looked at you in confusion.

“Why not?” he asked.

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Dean, I can’t enter the bunker because it’s warded.”

“I don’t understand. Why would that be an issue?”

“Because it’s warded against demons.”

Quick as lightning, Dean had you pinned against the Impala at knifepoint. “What have you done to Y/N?” he growled.

“Dean…you don’t understand. I am the demon.”

Betrayal flashed across Dean’s face and he staggered back. “What?”

“I just wanted to be normal, Dean. And I couldn’t tell you that I was a demon because you’d kill me,” you explained.

“Damn right! You’re just lucky I haven’t already!”

You flinched at his words. “What, was that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?” he demanded. “Whose body is this, anyway? Whose life did you steal?”

“Dean, it’s not like that! This body…they were clinically dead when I took over. You have to believe me!” you pleaded.

“Believe you? After you lied to me for months? Is that really what you expected me to do after finding out that the person I love is a demon?”

“The person that you…love?” you whispered.

“I can’t believe I was such an idiot!” he yelled, apparently having not heard you. “Every time we went on a demon hunt, you said you didn’t want to come because you have had ‘bad experiences’ with demons in the past? Hell, you are the bad experience with demons!”

It would have hurt less if he’d stabbed you. “Dean, do you think I want to be a demon? You’ve been to Hell. You know what it’s like there. Do you honestly think anyone would like that? Just because I’m a demon, doesn’t mean I can’t feel things.”

“Is that supposed to make me forgive you? To make me forget that everything that happened between us was a lie?” Dean demanded to know.

“Dean, none of what happened between us was a lie. I love you. With everything in me.”

“You’re a demon,” he spat. “You aren’t capable of love.”

“And yet something about you made me feel it.”

You looked into Dean’s eyes and saw his resolve slowly crumble away, leaving a raw vulnerability in its place. “How do I know you’re not screwing with my head?”

“You don’t, Dean. You’ve just got to trust your heart. Trust me,” you implored.

Dean took a step towards you. “Please don’t start doing any demonic crap,” he asked. “Please don’t hurt me,” he added in a broken whisper.

“Dean, I’d never do that,” you promised. “Somehow, against all odds, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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