Supernatural Fanfic

She sat doe-eyed in the chair, staring at the figure in front of her. His face was hidden in the shadows, only his eyes glowed from the darkness. His piercing blue/gold eyes shining like pools on a bright sunny day. They had a calming presence to them, almost hypnotic but that didn’t scare her. It was the knife in his hands and the smile on his mouth that scared her. She knew she was a goner but still she prayed to Castiel for help, hoping Sam and Dean would be with him; hoping they would save her. The prayer was cut short when his eyes turned pure black when he lunged, thrusting the knife into her throat.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dean sits on the bed, wondering what happened. She usually calls at this point, he thinks. Sam and Cas come rushing into the motel room. “Dean, we have to go, Anya is in trouble!” Sam shouts as he pulls off the bed. “What do you mean, this was a simple hunt. Just one vampire, not even a nest.” Dean says as calmly as he can when everyone knows how terrified he was. “It turns out it wasn’t a vampire, but a demon.” Cas eventually speaks, still trying to hear her prayers. Suddenly, before anyone could say a thing, Cas grabs them and flies to where she is; the tears already forming in his eyes.  Dean stared at the TV blank faces, he felt nothing anymore. He couldn’t feel anything. He lost the one person who made his whole existence worth anything. He had been to Hell and back, literally, twice. He’s done good things but to many bad things. Nothing helped until she came along. Anya, the only girl who silenced the voices, and calmed him when he was pissed; was now gone but only worse, gone to the darkness that was in him once as well. She started off fine, almost normal but then she started to change and then she just left. No note, no good-bye - just gone. His trance was broken when he heard a knock on the motel door. He didn’t want to get up and more than likely it was housekeeping. Cas and Sam had no idea where he was, he made sure of it. He heard the knock again, he stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and froze. A small figure dressed in all black, the long brown hair sweeping down her slender back. “Hello, Dean.” Anya purred, eyes flashing black. “Are you going to let me freeze out here?” She questioned.  “Dean? Hello, Earth to Dean?” She said trying to hold back a laugh. She thought it was funny seeing him dumbfounded, not knowing to feel. Finally, he moved to the side still staring at her. She glided into the motel room and sat on the bed. She pushed her long brown hair out of her face and looked back at Dean. He had his back to her, facing the now closed door. She noticed his breathing quickened and his shoulders were tensed. She felt a pang in her heart. What was that, sympathy?, she thought. Before she could say anything, Dean spun around with the Colt drawn. “What are…..you doing here!?” He shouted, shaking while pointing the gun at her face. The pang in her heart came again but harder and more painful. She closed her eyes and sighed, getting her emotions in check. “Dean, sweetheart, would you believe me if I said I missed you?” She said as she laid back on her elbows, pulling her barely there shirt up over her stomach for him to see. “Bullshit! If you really missed me, you wouldn’t have left me alone while you were a f*****g demon!” He said, still shouting, voice shaking. He was on the verge of tears and so was she. She remembered the night it happened; cold and dark, the demon and knife, praying to Cas with no answers. She felt the panic rising up again and sat back up on the bed.  *Flash Back* It was dark and cold, nothing was around her. She woke up suddenly in a dark black room. Where am I?, she thinks. “DEAN!!” She shouts at nothing. She doesn’t know what is going on, she trys to remember her last thoughts or breathe; anything. She then remembers…..she is dead. Panic starts to rise in her chest, tears flowing down her face. Suddenly a hand rests on her shoulder. She turns to see the face of a beautiful woman. “Hello, my name is Nyx.” She purrs. Eyes burning, Anya sighs to calm herself.”Hello, I’m Anya. I don’t belong here. Can you please help me?” Nyx smiles deeply, a friendly smile that erases all fears and panic from Anya. “My dear, that is why I’m here.” Nyx leans forward and kisses Anya, her mind goes blank as everything fades away.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dean stares dumbfounded at her as she stared at the floor in a trance. What the hell is happening? He thinks. Suddenly, the sympathy and guilt sink into his heart. “Damn it…” he mutters under his breath. He was regretting that this would happen. He sets the Colt down and slowly walks over to her, only to stop mid step when he sees the tears running down her face and hears her ragged breathing. She is having a panic attack but demons don’t have those, he would know as he was one once a time. He walks by her to the bar and pours two whiskeys for them and goes back to sit by her. The bed shaking allows her to break her trance. She wipes her face and takes the drink, taking all of it in one gulp. “I’m here for you if you need me.” Dean’s voice surprises her. Both of them look at each other, and he sees the girl he used to have; the sweet and caring girl who fell for the asshole he became over the years. “Thank you and I’m sorry.” She says as gets up to pour another drink.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anya clears her second glass and sets it down, she is extremely uncomfortable. She starts to walk to the door when Dean grabs her wrist and pulls her back, making her to land on his lap. “What are you doing?” She asks bewildered. “I….. You……” Dean can barely make a sentence, he is confused as well. “Dean let me start.” She says getting off his lap. “I am a demon and there is something wrong with me. I remember that night and I remember what happened afterwards and I remember every painful thing I said to you and Sam. I’m sorry but I had to, I needed to hate me while I figured out how to become human again but I can’t. Nothing works, I went to Bobby, Jo, Rufus, no one could help.” She was starting to cry again, knowing this might make him hate her more. “I’m so sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry that I made that stupid deal. She promised to help because I didn’t want to leave you but I didn’t think this would happen.” She was sobbing now but Dean just stood and dropped his drink, still half full, and pulled her close. She was shocked at his reaction but softened into his hug she had missed so much. She pulled back slightly to look up at him and caught his sweet green eyes. She closed her eyes and leaned up, waiting for him to close the gap. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dean stared at Anya, Is she expecting me to kiss her? He thought and she must have heard his thought because she then opened hers, revealing how hurt she was. “I’m just going to go. It's obvious you don’t want me here. I’m sorry, I'll leave you and Sammy alone.” She said as she gathered her things and headed to the door. He could hear the pain in her voice and all rational thoughts go out the door. He grabbed her wrist again but instead of hugging her, he fell into a deep kiss. Holding her face and pulling her towards him. She doesn’t even fight it, God knows how he missed this. They flop on the bed, ripping clothes off while still attached by the lips. Shewraps her arms around his neck, digging nails into his back and wrapping her fingers into his hair. This is heaven to him, having her here underneath him and loving her touch. Both bodies are on fire, that familiar itch that is waiting to be scratched.