Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Violence against demons, I guess? I haven’t written a lot of one-shots before, sorry if it’s terrible.
You were small-time; muscle for hire in the demonic community, but you had your share of information. You knew just enough to be dangerous to humans and demons alike, and you also knew a Winchester when you saw one.
There he was, standing in front of you, tall, dark and sort of… terrifying. Dean Winchester- recently deceased, you’d heard, but there was always room for error. The alley you were lurking in seemed to get narrower with his suffocating presence. Then, in his eyes, a flash of black.
This is new.