The Demon Nextdoor(Dean x OC)

Deals and a Vampire

I stood at a crossroad with a man in front of me. Asking for what they almost always do. Women and money.
"I can do that for you. Easy as pie. Just need one thing in return." I said with a smile.
"I read online. My soul. Take it," he laughed. "As long as I live in bliss."
"Fair enough." I said walking up to him slowly.
"I'm so glad I got you." He said slyly.
"Shut up before I change my mind." I said and our lips connected. The deal was done. "I'll see you in ten years." I winked and zapped out and to the nearest bar. I walked in and hung around for a while. Got a good few drinks bought for me before I felt someone summoning me. But not just anyone. My dad. At Bobby's? I walked into the bathroom and zapped to my dad. I went to walk toward Bobby but my feet were stuck. I looked up.
"Fucking hell," I said looking to my dad. "Why would you call me here just to get fucking stuck?" I asked annoyed before looking to Bobby.
"Little birdy told me you're the new king downstairs," he said looking to my dad. "And you. His right hand man, more or less. Trouble in paradise?"
"Mate. You have no idea," my dad started. "I thought when I got the corner office it was going to be all rainbows and two headed puppies. And to be honest. It's been hell."
"Thought that was the point."
"You know what the problems with demons is?"
"They're demons."
"Exactly. Evil lying prats. The lot of them. And stupid. Try to show them a better way? What do you get. Bugger all."there was silence for a moment. "Obviously not a social call. So what do you want?"
"I want-"
"I'll save us the recap here. You get bupkis. I'm not giving you your soul back."
"You didn't give him his soul back yet?" I asked him annoyed.
"Corse not poppet. I need the assurance. The little safety net with the boys," he told me before looking back at Bobby. "We done?"
"Just getting started." He said before a man appeared. But not just any man.
"Gavin?" My dad and I said at the same time. Gavin was my half brother but we were raised together. My dad laughed before looking at Bobby.
"Let me guess. Your souls for my boy. Is that right? Gotta give you credit for thinking outside the box on that one. Problem is. I loath that little bastard. You wanna torture him. Go head I'll pull up a chair and watch. Hilda was obviously my favorite so why so after him?Picked the wrong chip my friend."
"He ain't a chip." Bobby said. "I was using him to dig up dirt on you. And since Gavin hates you more then you hate him. He willingly told me everything."
"What did you tell him you slimy asshole." I asked and he looked to me and smiled.
"Everything." And with that he disappeared.
"I know it all now. Fergus. You may be king of dirt bags now. But in life. You were nothing but a two bit tailor who sold his soul for an extra three inches."
"So you got a glimpse behind the curtain. And?"
"And I know where you're planted." Bobby tosses my dad the phone. He caught it and spoke to Dean on the phone.
"My god. Dad just give him his damn soul!" I shouted annoyed. He looked to me and undid the contract. "Leave him his legs." I said gaining a sigh as he did so. "Now let us go." I said to Bobby. He scratched the devils trap and we both zapped right to the boys.
"I believe those are mine." My dad said and he walked toward his bones that were on the ground.
"You know I could still torch here your ass," Dean said flicking his lighter.
"Don't. He's a dick but a deals a deal." Sam said. My dad scoffed and went to his bones.
"I don't need you to fight my battles for me moose. Get bent." He said as he carefully packed his bones and zapped out leaving me there with the boys. I glared at them.
"What the fuck was all that about?!" I shouted at them, my eyes Turing black.
"We had to get him to give Bobby us souls back Hilda." Dean said.
"And you fucking dobbers didn't think to ask me?!" I shouted.
"Ask you?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah. Me! I could have easily made my dad give him his soul back you know!" They looked at each other then to me. "Fucking idiots. The lot of you," I said with my accent coming out for a moment before my eyes went back to normal. I took a breath and sighed looking around the area. "You guys pissed my dad off big time. Bad choice on your part." And I zapped out. I got back to Hell and took my seat next to my dads throne.

Time flew as we ran Hell. Well, tried to run Hell. Slowly a few demons were coming around to the ways my dad wanted to run things and it was getting easier. My deals haven't slowed down, if anything they increased since I was taking over what my dad would have took,which is fine. I didn't mind at all since it meant I was getting stronger.
I sat with my legs up on my little throne waiting to be summoned when my phone rang. I dug it out of my pocket and saw a Moose Emoji. I smirked.
"What is Moose? Wanna go for another round?" I asked regarding our 'extracurriculars' we've had on and off since they tried to kill my dad. I didn't know what it was but since he came back from Hell he was really fun and interesting. Which wasn't like him at all.
"No, it's Dean. I need you to come here," and with that I Zapped right to where Sam was. They were in a basic hotel room and Dean was stumbling around.
"What? You called me because Deans drunk?" I asked annoyed looking at Dean as he hit the wall. "Dean. Sit the fuck down," I told him.
"You sit down." He shouted before sitting down. "All the ways to die and to think I'm going down like this."
"Okay Drama Queen. What happened?" I asked looked between them.
"Vamp." Sam said. I chuckled then stopped when Sams face stayed serious.
"Woah wait. Deans Turing into a vampire?" I asked looking back at Dean who ripped a clock out of the wall.
"When Samuel gets here I'm gonna have him take me out. Because neither of you will do it," Dean said walking over.
"Woah wait now. No one's taking you out. We can figure this out." Sam said.
"No. We can't. I'm not staying a monster Sammy," Dean said looking up at his brother. "Why aren't you freaked out?"
"Of corse I am!" Sam shouted.
"Really? Because I can hear your heartbeat and it's pretty damn steady." Dean said. I looked up at Sam. Adding more pieces to the puzzle here as I was also trying to figure out why Sam randomly turned into the fun brother.
"I'm trying to remain calm. Look Samuel will know what to do."
"We gotta figure it out before I hurt someone." Dean said as he paced around the room.
"How's it feel? Physically." Sam asked.
"Terrible." Dean said going toward the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked.
"To the bathroom Sammy. News flash. Vamps pee," he said slamming the door closed.
"Well , that was. Interesting. Why do you need me here again?" I asked Sam annoyed.
"I don't know. Dean listens to you." I scoffed.
"No he doesn't." I looked up at him. "I bet you just wanted to see me." I teased as I walked in front of him. I looked into his eyes for a moment. "You feel anything?" I asked him.
"What do you mean? Like. In my pants?" He asked with a laugh.
"No. Like. Do you feel bad Deans Turing into a vamp?" I asked him. He just avoided eye contact before answering.
"I mean. Yeah. But I'm sure we can change him back."
"If not I can keep him as a pet." I offered. "Or would that make you jealous?" I asked running my finger tip over his lips. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away.
"Not now," he said and I yanked my hand back.
"Fine. As far as this Dean situation goes you really think Samuel knows what to do more then Bobby would? Id ask my dad but he's still miffed at you two."
Sam called Samuel and I went to check on Dean but there was no answer at the door. He was gone.
"Sam. Deans not in there anymore." I told him as he put his phone down.
"Great. Samuel said he's be here but it's gonna take a few hours."
Samuel showed up before Dean did and he had a big duffel bag with him. I heard something and looked up. Dean was back and in the kitchen. He didn't feed but the dumbass went to say bye to Lisa. Samuel was sure he could turn Dean back as long as he doesn't feed. The main thing they needed was the blood of the vampire that turned him. Now that he's turned he can smell where they are. Sam couldn't go with him so I offered to go.
"Sure. Sam smells like a hamburger you smell like a salad." He said and turned to leave.
"Thank you?" I replied and followed him. "You know Demons and Vamps don't really see eye to eye."
"Yeah but they won't eat you," he said and we zapped to the building the nest was in. We walked up to the door and one of them stopped us.
"Hey. I um-" Dean stuttered.
"The guys Boris turned outside the bar, right? He said to look out for you." Then turned his attention to me.
"We'll if it isn't the Princess. What are you doing here?" He asked me.
"Just dropping my kid off at daycare," I said patting Deans back. "I don't have beef with one of you here. Just watching out for my favorite toy." He eyed me for a bit before he told us to follow him.
"You must be starving." He said and lead us to a huge fridge with bags of blood. He opened it and grabbed a bag. "Here you go."
"I'm okay. I uhh killed a few people on the way over." Dean lied. The vampire leaned in and whispered.
"Yeah we don't kill people anymore. But you gotta tell me what that's like," he said excitedly.
"First chance I get. I'll show you myself." Dean said.
"Awesome," he said and pulled the tab off the blood and offered it to me.
"No thanks numb nuts. Demons can drink human blood." I said. He shrugged and started to chug it down. I looked over at Dean who's Mouth was almost watering. We followed this kid down to a big main room where the one who turned Dean was. He smirked and stood up, walking toward us.
"Thank goodness. Thought that hunter chopped your pretty head. But I see you have a little demon protecting you," he said looking to me. "Hilda."
"Boris." I responded. I've run into him before.
"What the Princess of The Crossroads doing in my little shit hole?" He asked me.
"Making sure you take care of my toys." I told him. He chuckled.
"Sounds about right." He said before looking back at Dean. "How old do I look?" He asked him.
"Thirty three?" Dean guessed.
"You're off. By about six centuries. You know. How's the best time to be a vampire. These girls love us. Makes it so easy. So all you have to do is go out there. Bring them back to me."
"And the cages?" Dean asked.
"That's just until they're compliant. Eventually the girls will go out and get guys like you and it just keeps going. It's a beautiful thing really."
"I'm impressed. This whole system. It's all you?" Dean asked.
"Oh no. I just implement you know. Make sure everyone falls in line."
Eventually we started to follow him and Dean pulled out the syringe of dead man's blood. He heard and turned around to stop Dean but he collapsed. Not even thirty seconds later Dean collapsed too.
"We'll shit." I said before trying to wake him up. "Come on asshole. Get up." I said shaking him harder. I looked up to see the lower leve vamps coming toward us. I sighed and stood up. I held out my hands and started throwing them around.

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Deans eyes slowly opened to notice he was on the ground and Hilda was a good bit away, fighting. It was more like she was easily throwing everyone around into walls. Dean slowly stood up and Hilda turned to him.
"Finally. Come on you need to get the stupid fang," she said reaching toward Dean and pulling him toward her. Dean shook his head before taking the machete Hilda was handing him. They ran up the stairs killing the vampires that got in their way.
"Gotta admit. This is kind of fun," Hilda said as she ripped the head from a vampires body. "Boris is in there. You go. I'll stay out here," she told him. Dean nodded and slowly walked into the room. Boris walking out. They fought for a bit but eventually Dean sliced his head off. Hilda heard the thud and zapped in to see Dean was the one standing. "Good job," she said and picked up Boris' head. "Fucking asshole deserved it. He was such a creep." She said and yanked a fang out. Dean sat in a nearby chair and panted. Lucky for him Hilda didn't make him want to feed. Which made sense since she wasn't human. Dean watched her as she threw Boris' head across the room and turn back toward him. Dean hated to admit to himself but she was badass. They've been around each other enough to where she wasn't just a demon anymore. She was a friend. Even though her dad was a whole other story. Hilda smiled at him and went over to help him up. "Got enough juice to zap back to the hotel room?" She asked.
"I think so," he said as Hilda threw his arm over her shoulder.
They got back and gave the fang to Sam who gave it to Samuel. They made the cure. Samuel handed Dean the cup of what looked like blood stew and Dean threw it back.
"That ain't gonna be a kiddie ride you know." Samuel said. A few moments passed and Dean turned to them.
"I don't think this is wo-" he cut himself off by turning to the nearby trash can and throwing up black bile.
"Dean?" Hilda asked placing her hand on his back. He leaned back and screamed before falling to the ground. "Dean?!" She shouted as Sam just stood there. "How longs this going to take?" Hilda asked Samuel.
"Who knows. Could be a few minutes. Could be hours. If it's any more then three I'd say it's a failure."
Sam stood there looking down at his brother who was being cradled by Hilda. Did he care? Not really. Part of him did because he had to. But deep down. This is just how it had to be.