Requested by Gold_Cupid

A/n - I hope you enjoy. I tried my best.

Imagine...

Word Count: 1300

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"I can't believe we're going to something this fancy!" You say excitedly as you grab your f/c dress from the motel bed. 

Your brothers Sam and Dean share a smile at your enthusiasm. 

A demon has been targeting rich people and making mischief, so you and your brothers are hunting it. And, your intel suggests that the demon will be at a high-end party thrown by some rich dude.

You each bought an expensive outfit, and now you're changing into them to prepare for the party. 

"Remember, this is still a hunt," Sam points out.

His statement does not quench your enthusiasm, you just smile wider.

Dean says, "We know, Sammy, but that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun." He shoots you a wink, making you giggle. 

Sam sighs, but smiles. He loves how excited you are, since it's so rare that anything fun happens. Usually, it's hunting smelly vamps in a rundown barn. 

You head into the bathroom and change into the f/c dress. Admiring yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel excited. 

Cracking the door open, you see that your brothers are discussing how to get into the party. 

"It's gonna be hard to sneak in," Sam states.

Dean shrugs, "C'mon, how many times have we crashed a party?"

"Yeah, but one like this? It's invitation only."

"Sammy, it'll be fine-"

You open the door fully and step out, "So, how do I look?"

They stare at you, mouths agape. 

You blink slowly and then catch your reflection in the nearest mirror, "Is it that bad?"

"No, no, it's great!" Sam is first to speak up.

Dean whistles, "Wow, lil sis. I don't know if we should let you tag along, you'll make us look bad."

You smile, "Thanks guys. This dress is amazing!"

Before departing, you hide a flask of holy water on your leg which is hidden by the f/c fabric. You also hide a knife, although it's not the demon-killing one. 

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A bunch of people enter the tall building in fancy clothes as paparazzi snap photos of them. You're feeling very nervous as you look at everyone. 

"Guys," you whisper, "Maybe this isn't a good idea."

"Relax, we'll be fine."

You gulp nervously and wait in line to enter, holding the counterfeit invitations closely. Sam made them, and they look identical to the real thing. Getting in shouldn't be a problem.

Even though your heart is pounding a mile a minute, everything goes according to plan and you enter the club without a problem. 

The lights are bright and flash in time to the loud music. People dance and drink, having the time of their lives. 

You look around shyly, never having experienced anything like this before. Sam looks around purposefully, while Dean smiles and winks at a hot lady walking by. 

"Okay, let's split up," Sam suggests.

Dean nods, "Sure thing, Sammy." 

You watch as he walks after the girl while Sam goes in the opposite direction. Standing there awkwardly, you decide to head to the bar to get a cup of liquid courage before investigating.

The bartender looks at you expectantly, so you order your usual drink, "Can I get a beer?"

He looks at you in a condescending manner as you remember that you're supposed to be a super-rich woman with expensive taste. Freezing at the mistake, you inwardly curse yourself.

"Hmm, let me think. . . She'll have a whiskey, right?" A man asks you. 

Shocked, you turn to look at him. He has soft brown hair, brown eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and a million-dollar smile.  You hand't noticed him when you came to the bar.

You nod hesitantly as the bartender goes to get your drink. 

The man grins at you, "So, you like beer, huh?"

"Uh, yeah. That's what I usually have," you answer, hoping your cover isn't blown.

"Hmm, so, what's a girl like you," he points to you, "doing in a place like this?"

At this rather rude question, you glare at him, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Woah, I just mean, you don't seem like the rest of the women here," he looks to where Dean is dancing with a scantily-clad woman and then motions to some other girls who just scream shallowness.

"You're saying that I'm not a shallow gold-digger?" 

He shrugs, "Yeah. I mean, you ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, and didn't even try to sucker some poor soul into buying it for you first."

His choice of words peaks your interest, so you whisper, "Christo."

"Huh?" He raises his eyebrows, "What was that?"

At his normal reaction, you smile, "Oh, nothing. I'm Y/n, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. You probably know who I am," he says as he sips his own drink.

You don't want to tell him that you have no idea who he is, but you also don't want to seem like you shouldn't be here. Anxiously, you grab your drink, which the bartender set before you, and gulp down a mouthful. 

You also don't want to lie to him, so you choose your next words carefully, "Um, actually, I kinda don't. Sorry."

Now, he frowns and looks at you like you're insane, "Really? Tony Stark? Stark Enterprises? Not ringing any bells?"

You shake your head, "No, sorry."

"Well, this is a first. You're not joking? Seriously?" He smiles incredulously and downs his whole drink in one swig.

"Sorry, not joking," you say, sipping from your own cup.

He laughs, "Wow, this is incredible. Have you been living under a rock for the last hundred years?"

"Not a rock, but I don't really get out too often."

"Well, maybe this is a good thing."

"How so?"

"At least now we're in the same boat. I don't know anything about you, you don't know anything about me."

You chuckle at his statement, "You're right. But, maybe tonight we could get to know each other."

"I think that's a great idea. I know just the place," he smirks in a flirtatious way.

Just then, you remember your mission. But, you decide to take a page out of Dean's book and have fun for once.

"Lead the way, mystery man," you tease.

"Seriously, I can't believe you don't know who I am. It's a complete puzzle to me," he says as takes your hand and leads you to a door.

You walk through it and find the music not as loud. Smiling at Tony, you notice a shady-looking dude walking down the hall. 

"Um, what's over there?" You ask, starting to walk to where you saw the man go into a room.

Tony shrugs, "Honestly, I don't even know."

"Well, then, let's see," you open the door and stumble upon a fresh corpse. 

The stiff has satanist symbols scratched across his forehead, similar to other victims of the demon you've been hunting. On the other side of the room, the demon stands over another corpse, about to mutilate it.

Before the demon can spot you, you take out the flask and unscrew the top. Tony gasps and is about to shout something but you interrupt.

"Christo!" You yell, throwing the holy water on him. 

The demon screams and its eyes go black. You start reciting the exorcism and continue to splash the water on him as it screeches.

Tony watches, a weird mixture of horror, admiration, and confusion running through his veins.

You finish the exorcism and watch in satisfaction as the demon leaves in a blast of black smoke. Tony looks around in shock, "What the hell just happened?"

Turning to him, you hide the empty flask again, "An exorcism. That's what happened. Sorry you had to see it, I know it can be quite a shock."

He stares at you, "You just. . . that was. . ."

"I just exorcised a demon. You get used to it."

"I'm drunk, that's it."

"Probably, but it wasn't a hallucination."

He continues staring, "You're strange."

You nod, "Yeah."

"I need a drink."

"So do I. How about we grab a bottle and go somewhere else?" You ask, walking out of the corpse-ridden room.