#hunteress x power girl

[deans-mind-palace]

Two little letters

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Bi!Reader, past Abusive!Ex x Reader

Summary: With Dean’s help you manage to escape an abusive and unhealthy relationship. You live a happy life until your past catches up with you. Unlike your ex, demons are just cute bunnies. A chain of unfortunate coincidences leads to a heartbroken Dean. Will you be able to save your relationship or will you give it the deathblow?

Word Count: 3,232

Warnings: Unhealthy relationship (not Dean), brainwashing, smut, anger, hurt, slight non-con/dub

Author’s Note: So this is a little problematic, because it is somehow non-con/dub content, because the reader doesn’t really want it and consents to it, but somehow it isn’t. It was based on a request of someone who wants to remain anonymous. I hope this is what you wanted. Remember, guys, likes are silver, comments are gold. 

There were many things you were good at. A lot of things. You were a good huntress because you could exorcise demons without blinking an eye. Behead vampires without hesitation. Burn bones and shoot a silver bullet into the heart of a werewolf without feeling the slightest pity. But there was one thing you couldn't do. Say no to your ex, Cassidy.

You met her shortly after your first encounter with the supernatural. You had been confused and scared to death when she saw you wandering on a country road in the middle of nowhere and picked you up. You were both still young when you met, at the beginning of adulthood. Of course, during that time, you got to know each other better. It was easy to develop such a thing when you shared a run-down motel room, killed demons together or drove along deserted country roads. Soon enough, a relationship developed between you. It was your first one, and you hadn't had much experience with it. Yet you believed you were happy.

Bit by bit she introduced you to the world of demons and creatures. She trained you to be a good hunter. It was not difficult, because in the beginning you were just frightened. Since Cassidy already had experience with the supernatural, she taught you everything she knew. But there was one rule. You were not allowed to say no to her or to disobey her instructions under any circumstances. She reasoned that she knew best what was good for you. It happened so slowly that you only noticed that she had trained you like a dog when it was too late. She had already had her power over you and as much as you wanted it, there was nothing you could do but nod and follow her orders. She threatened you with punishment if you didn't do it. Even though she never explained exactly what her punishments were, you didn't want to find out. In time, you went from being her girlfriend to her will-less slave. It was no longer a healthy relationship. But no matter how many times you tried to confront her with the truth, Cassidy would just brush you off and finally tell you to stop or she would get really angry. Every one of her orders was well obeyed by you. You were her marionette, ready to dance as soon as she asked you to.

You had no chance of getting away from Cassidy. Not even your thoughts were yours after the way she affected them. You realized you had to act quickly before you gave up the last shred of self-will. You were rescued by a green-eyed hunter you met in a bar with Cassidy after the hunt. He was alone and sat just a few meters away from you with a bottle of beer in his hand.Cassidy sat with his back to him and therefore did not see the salacious looks he kept giving you over the edge of your bottle. The hunter clearly wanted something from you. As soon as Cassidy left for the toilet, you knew that your moment had come. It was now or never.

With a provocative swing of your hips you approached the blond man, who grinned at you mischievously. "Hey Sweetie." he greeted you and took a sip of the alcohol from the brown bottle in front of him, never taking his eyes off you. "Hey Handsome," you replied with a seductive smile, while your eyes blinked lazily from under your eyelashes. You cast a nervous glance towards the toilets. She hadn't expressly forbidden you to go away with men. She probably never expected you to have the guts to do it. That was your advantage, and now you had to take it. "Want some company tonight?" you asked him. "Hell, yes." he replied after he had looked at you closely. In one quick movement he threw a few bills on the bar and dropped the beer. Then he wrapped a strong arm around your waist so that you were pressed against his defined chest. His rolled up sleeves and perfectly fitting trousers left little space for imagination. In order to prevent Cassidy from getting her hands on you after all, you put your cell phone on the table. "Don't you need your cellphone, baby girl?" he asked in surprise. You smiled at him sweetly. "Don't worry. It's my friend's." While he was still nodding, you pulled him out of the stuffy bar into the clear night. As soon as he opened the door to his car and started the engine, you knew you were free. You had done it. After your one-night stand, you would decide what to do tomorrow.

The decision was taken from you, because one night turned into two and two into three which turned into many many more. Pretty soon, you met Sam and Dean and you became an incredible team. Dean was a wonderful person who always cared about your well-being and would kill for you if necessary. He had done it several times before. Dean and you had been a solid couple for six months and the three of you were moving around America saving people, hunting things. The family business. You were happier than you'd ever been. With Dean at your side you could do anything because in him you had found a loyal friend, honest colleague and loving partner. Although you would die for Dean, you never dared to reveal your biggest secret to him. What monster he had truly saved you from that day many months ago. A monster much worse than anything they were hunting. Even though you knew your concern was completely irrational, you feared Dean would find you weak. Manipulable. A joke he could laugh at because you were really stupid enough to get involved with that woman. Eventually, you started to forget. Soon the memory of Cassidy was just a dark shadow in the back of your mind.

Cassidy became much more real, when one day suddenly your new cell phone started to ring. The two brothers were just out, so you were alone in the bunker. There were only two people who had the number of that phone. The first was your boyfriend, the second his brother. Curious, you answered the call.

"Hey there, Y/N. Did you miss me?" It was her! It was her fucking voice on the other end of the line. A voice that sent shivers down your spine, hoping you'd never have to hear it again. Immediately you tensed up and your voice trembled slightly. "C-Cassidy." You muttered in disbelief. "Damn right, baby." she replied laughing, but it was a cold laugh. Before you could say anything back, she went on. "Can you imagine how long it took me to find your number, sweetheart?" she asked you and you could imagine the evil sparkle in her eyes. "N-no." you meant insecure. "Well, I can tell you. It took quite a long time. You just left me sitting in the bar that day, sweetie," she said sweetly. She was the wolf in sheep's clothing. You wanted to hang up, but your fingers just wouldn't obey you. Like in shock, your fingers clasped the phone. You couldn't take your ear off the phone. Where was Dean when you needed him?

"What do you want?" you asked, and your voice sounded more confident than you felt. "I'd like to come visit you, sweetheart. You have to understand, I need a place to stay, the last one was destroyed beyond recognition by a demon. Including roommates. We could have a cup of coffee and catch up on old times. What do you say?" No! Everything inside you screamed no, but no matter how hard you tried, that little word, those two letters just wouldn't leave your lips. It was like a witch put a curse on you. You stuttered with exertion. "N-n, yes." It was out before you even thought it. She was laughing on the other side of the phone. "Very nice. I knew I could rely on little Y/N." Then the line went dead. With shaking fingers, you ended the call and dropped the phone on your bed, like you had been burned. Before you could even think straight, the door to your bedroom opened. "Hey, baby. I'm back. Did you miss me?" Dean asked as he entered your shared bedroom. A warm grin lay on his lips, but as his green eyes searched for yours, it slipped a little. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked. The grin disappeared completely and he looked at you seriously. You were much too overwhelmed to be able to deal with Dean now. So you forced yourself to smile. "It's all right, babe," you said, wringing a smile from yourself. It felt fake on your face. Dean looked at you doubtfully, but when you stepped up and gave him a kiss on the lips, he gave in. "How'd it go with Sammy? Did you two get anything out of the witness?" you asked, trying to change the subject. He smiled. "We brought burgers. I'll tell you all about it over dinner." He wrapped an arm around your waist like when you first met, and together you went into the kitchen where Sam was already waiting. "I have news too." you announce. They both looked at you attentively. The next words felt like icy claws clinging to your stomach. "A befriended hunteress is coming to stay with us for a few days."

Your eyes kept wandering nervously to the clock as you sat next to Dean, who occasionally sipped from a beer bottle, pulled you to his chest and watched the action on the TV. Normally, this would be the perfect evening for you, but tonight was different. In a few minutes, Cassidy would arrive. The more time passed, the worse your nervousness got. But you couldn't let it show, or Dean would get suspicious again. So you would sit by his side in silence, even though you wanted to run screaming and miles away.

When she arrived, you literally jumped up from your seat. Dean laughed at you because he thought you would be so happy about her arrival. If only he knew how wrong he was. After you opened the door, Dean was already behind you. His chest pressed against your back and you felt the warmth emanating from him. Cassidy hadn't changed a bit in six months. The welcome wasn't very warm, but Cassidy had always been good at pretending, so both Dean and Sam, who had just joined you, noticed nothing of the tension between you. You cleared your throat awkwardly. "Cassidy... This is Dean. Dean, this is my old friend Cassidy I was telling you about." Your words got quieter towards the end. Dean had one arm wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin rested on your shoulder as he kissed you on the cheek before offering his free hand to Cassidy through your arm. "Hi, Cassidy. Nice to meet you. Y/N has told me a lot about you. This is my brother Sam," he said with a smile. "Oh, did she?" Cassidy asked and gave me a meaningful look. One look into her brown, almost black eyes told you that she knew exactly how you and Dean felt about each other. Immediately she put on her brightest smile and took Dean's hand. He did not see the devious sparkle in her eyes. 
"Dean. It's so nice to meet you." She innocently batted her eyes and stretched the vowel unnecessarily. It was just the calm before the storm.   "Y/N. Will you please help me get these wretched shoes off?" She pointed to her shoes and moaned in agony. "Yes," you said. While you were taking off her shoes, she was having a very casual conversation with Dean. "I thought maybe you could paint my nails after this."

"Yes." You answered again. Dean looked confused. You hated painting nails. The smell always made you sick. Still, he didn't give it much thought. Maybe it was a girl thingy. Over time, he realized that you couldn't turn down a wish from her, no matter how stupid it was. Cassidy wanted a pink straw? You switched it. Cassidy suddenly wanted a different burger? You drove all the way out there to get another one. You even drove a third time. He thought it was weird because he didn't know that side of you. You were an independent girl. Why were you so different with Cassidy?

It happened two days later. As much as you tried to avoid it, Dean and Sam were out and left you alone with Cassidy. All along she had been playing her nasty little games with you in front of Dean and Sam. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't refuse her any wish and you obeyed her every request. You were alone in your bedroom when Cassidy came in. You backed off immediately. "I thought they'd never leave. Let's see how long they take the bait before they realize that there is no Wendigo at all," she said with a wicked grin. Before you could react, she had crossed the room with two steps and pressed you against the wall. "You want it too," she said. Then she pressed her lips hard against yours. You wanted to scream no, but you couldn't. Your brain had lost the ability to form that word.  You tried to push her away but she buried her hands in your hair and pulled you closer. "N-no. Cassidy" you begged. She smiled gloatingly at you. "Oh, sweetie, you can't say no to me." She knew that as well as you did and took full advantage of it. Helplessly, you kissed her back as she gradually removed each piece of clothing from your body.

"Y/N?" Dean's voice suddenly resounded outside the closed door. "Y/N! I'm back. There was no Wendigo. False alarm." You couldn't make a sound and Cassidy put a finger on your lips as she deftly started to unhook your bra. "We don't want loverboy to catch us, do we?" she asked, then closed your lips with hers again. At that moment the door opened and Dean stood there in shock. You saw how within seconds all sorts of different emotions flashed across his pretty face and each one broke your heart. Fear, pain, disappointment, grief and finally anger.

Tears ran down your cheeks as Cassidy smiled at Dean. "Hey, Dean. Didn't expect you to be back so soon," she calmly said. "You," he growled. "Dean." Sobs shook you. "I can explain all this." But he paid no attention to you! "You! Get out of here! Now! Before I make you!" His voice was a dangerous growl that grew into an intimidating roar. Cassidy disappeared in a flash, leaving you all alone. For him, that explained everything. You wanted her! That's why you granted her every wish! How long had this been going on? "Dean, I-" He interrupted you harshly and you heard the pain in his voice. Dean was not a trusting person, and you had just betrayed all his trust. "I don't wanna hear it! Go! Get out of my sight. You are not sleeping in my bed tonight!" His voice was dangerously low and you saw the pain in his eyes. The fact that you were the cause of it took your breath away. "I'm - I'm so sorry, Dean! I didn't mean for any of this to happen! I love you!" you begged him, but his face remained hard. "Go!"

It was the first night you'd spent alone in a long time. You couldn't sleep at all, and you blamed yourself. You couldn't help it, but your guilty conscience gnawed at you. You didn't sleep at all. You were sick with fear and worry. You had hurt Dean. Your Dean. Your best friend. Your colleague. Your saviour. Your hero. The love of your life. And all because you couldn't say no! You were so stupid! So, so stupid. You had ruined the best thing that had ever happened to you!

You cried until you couldn't anymore and your eyes were burning. Your body felt numb and your cheeks were sticky with tears. The bed you were in felt strange and cold.

It was shortly after three in the night when the door to the guest room opened quietly. In the light from the hallway that came through the door stood Dean. He looked as devastated as you. Surprised, you sat up and looked at him. Would he now tell you to disappear from his life forever? He closed the door behind him and crawled on the bed next to you, but he lay as far away from you as possible. The distance between you hurt you a lot.

"I think about it all the time and no matter how I twist and turn it, I just don't understand it, Y/N, I don't understand it. Why? Why did you do this?" he asked in a broken voice. His green eyes sparkled sadly in the moonlight and your throat became tight. "I - Dean - I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen," You murmured. "Explain it to me," he asked. "You owe me this." He was right. And so you began. From the very first time you met Cassidy, until the moment you met him. He listened to you attentively and didn't interrupt you once. When you told him about the brainwashing, he nodded slowly. His hand found yours sometime in the dark and clasped it tightly. He remained silent for a long time after you finished your stories. He had to process what you had told him. "I can understand if you don't want to see me anymore, Dean," you said after a moment of silence. "Or if you need time or you don't believe me." You laughed sadly. "I can't even believe it myself." Your heart pounded wildly and you trembled and sucked in your breath as you waited anxiously for his decision. "It's a curse, Y/N." Those were his first words. You thought you misheard. "What?" Your voice was just a breath. He looked right at you. "It's a curse. She casted it on you! Sam had it once." Tears ran down your cheeks in relief when he looked at you. He wiped them away. "God, Y/N. I love you. And I could never live without you! Knowing you couldn't prevent any of that changes everything. I love you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And did I mention that I love you?' he asked and you started to laugh and cry. He loved you. Dean Winchester hadn't given up on you.

His eyes found yours, and he paused for a moment. He looked at your lips and finally closed the gap between you. His lips were warm on yours and a hand went through your hair and brushed a strand behind your ear. Then he leaned his forehead breathlessly against yours. "We will find a way to break the curse." And you believed him.

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