Demon! Dean x naive! reader
Genre: idk what to classify this one as... maybe angst? or drama. idk man
Warnings: naive reader, one sided love, college reader, implication of blood, a bit of smut.
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Kalopsia: (noun) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they are.

You've never been too good with relationships. Hell, not at all. Each time it was either you or the other one messing up everything.

You had so many toxic relationships you lost count, and honestly you were so sick of it. You only wanted someone to understand you and be there for you, someone who would love you just as much as you loved them.

But you knew that in today's society that wasn't normal anymore. Everyone was using the other one, there were friends with benefits relationships everywhere (ew).

Well, that until you met him. Dean Winchester. The knight of hell. The bearer of the Mark of Cain.

He didn't hesitate one second to tell you what he really was, and even you were surprised when you weren't scared of him. It was strange, but he gave those dark on the outside, soft on the inside vibes that you found yourself falling in love with, and everyday, without knowing, you were falling deeper and deeper in its trap.

You said you wouldn't get attached at first, that you'd never get emotional with a man ever again but it happened(story of my life tbh). Every little thing he did was stuck in your brain, every gesture, every word spoken through his soft lips hooking you further on the feeling of him in your mind, on how your body reacted immediately every time he touched you and how his eyes dug into yours.

Dean himself didn't know why he kept you around, his mind telling him that you were too emotional for him to handle, too much of a human, and that you've been growing too close to him in the last few weeks.

Yet that didn't stop him. He was still coming to your home, still holding you tight in his arms when you cried your eyes out in his shirt, still there to make sure no one ever laid a finger on you.

And he knew someday that someone would try to steal you away somehow, try to hurt you or kill you or worse.

He was possessive. He was jealous of anoyone else trying to get near his possession. He was angered by the thought of anyone else having you. The mark of Cain was raging with murderous screams each time someone else bat an eye at you.

Crack!

The glass in Dean's hand shattered by his grip that got stronger and stronger as the thoughts ran through his mind, the glass shrapnels falling onto the floor as a few drops of blood trickled to the floor.

"Are you even listening?" Crowley scoffed as he threw the demon a weird look.

"Not at all" he made a grimace at the short man and stood up, watching as his palm recovered from the cut the glass left on his skin and put on his denim jacket, walking out of the bar with Crowley's shouting behind him.

He didn't really care, Crowley began getting on his nerves and he had lost count of how many times he had rolled his eyes at him.

He looked at the watch on his wrist and hummed, remembering it was about the time you'd finish your classes.

10 minutes later he found himself waiting outside the campus, his arms crossed as leaned on the impala, watching with hateful eyes any boy that could get near his obsession.

"I'm telling you Y/F/N, it's not as bad as you think" you rolled your eyes at your friend as you two continued to walk out of the building.

"Not as bad as you think? So you're telling me he almost killed a guy that flirted with you and it's not a big deal?!" she scoffed while giving you a 'are you dumb' look.

"He's just really jealous, that's it" you shook your head, not understanding why she was so freaked out.

"Yeah, more like really a psychopath. I don't think you should tell him about what Nathan did to you tho. Who knows maybe he'd murder him or something" she joked and you laughed.

He wouldn't do that.

right?

"Oh look, he's here!" you grinned and said a quick goodbye to your friend before running towards him, jumping in his arms and hugging him tightly while your friend looked at you concerned.

"Dean! What are you doing here?" you smiled widely as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple, shooting a few passing guy a murderous look before he returned his attention to you.

"Had some free time so I decided to come pick up my baby" he grinned and you smiled, giving him a quick kiss.

TIME SKIP.

He tightened his grip on your hips as he leaned down and began kissing the back of your neck, his thrusts getting faster and harder as both of you neard the third climax of that night.

His grunts next to your ear, his voice so deep and guttural when he praised you or called out your name and his dick plunged deep into you... hell you could die a happy woman right there.

With one last thrust he let out a deep growl and spilled inside of you, moaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

"That's it baby, you did so good. So, so good" he praised as he pressed one last kiss on your shoulder and gave your ass a last slap before pulling out, letting out a deep breath.

After a hot shower, both of you were laying on your bed, with you on top of him and dressed in his black shirt and panties, and him under you with nothing but a pair of pants.

The way his chest rose and fell every time he breathed was lulling you to sleep along with his natural scent.

You yawned and cuddled further in his chest, feeling content and happy as you looked up at him with tired eyes.

"Sleep tight baby. I'll be right here" he mumbled and gave you a sweet kiss before you drifted into the sweet world of dreams.

It was maybe a few hours later when you heard the door of your house open and close loudly, and you sat up straight to see Dean was missing from the bed.

You walked down the stairs and found him taking off his shoes and his jacket, his hands covered in blood.

His face, his hands and his clothes were drenched in the crimson liquid, his footsteps bloody on the hard wood floor.

"Dean, what happened?" you asked panicked as you rushed towards him, thinking he was hurt.

"Nothing to me baby" he shrugged and extended his arms towards you, waiting for you to come hug him like you usually did.

"What did you do?" you whimpered as you slowly made your way in his arms, realizing so many things in a few seconds.

"Just made sure that Nathan guy will never touch you again. He won't make fun of you anymore, he won't be laughing at you anymore, he'll be as silent as a mouse. The neighbors that tried to call the police as well" he hummed and showed you a happy smile, like he was a child that just got a golden star on his drawing.

"What" you cried silently as realization hit you like a truck at its fullest, your body trembling as he put his thumb under your chin and made you look at him.

"Don't cry for him baby. He didn't deserve to live. Good thing u heard you and your friend talking today" he hummed and brushed a bloody finger over your cheek

"I'll make sure no one ever gets to you. You're mine and I'll make you a queen. And if I have to murder everyone to prove something, then I will" he whispered in your ear and you helplessly rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes in fear.

You were trapped.

                         THE END
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