Gabriel X Reader

Dark. It was dark. And cold. The only thing you could hear was your own breath. It smelled to. Like dirt. You couldn't see. It was all black.

You tried moving your arms. There wasn't much space wherever you were. Your hands hit something not to far away from your face. Wood.
You grabbed a loose plank and pulled, only to be greeted with a mouthful of dirt.

It took what seemed like hours to crawl out of the hole. Why were you in a hole?

Oh. It wasn't a hole. It was a grave. Your grave. The last thing you remember was...

"Let her go you creep!" You heard Dean say.

You chuckled. Well, not you you. The demon possessing you. "Dean, Dean, Dean. We all know that I'm not gonna do that."

Sam splashed holy water in your face. It sizzled and burned on contact with your skin. Even if you weren't in control it still hurt like hell.

You took that moment as a chance to take control. You fought as hard as you could against the demon inside you. "The...the knife."

"Y/N?" Sam asked.

You stuttered "Kill it. Kill...me. Just-" You screamed. Your eyes flashed black and you smirked. "Go on. Kill the bitch."

"Y/N we're not gonna kill you-" Dean argued.

"DO IT! Please Dean it's the only way!" You told him.

Dean picked up the knife and glanced at Sam.

"You kill me and I drag the bitch to Hell." The demon spat.

"I'm so sorry Y/N."

That was the last thing Dean Winchester said to you before the blade was pushed into your chest.

The demon kept its promise. You wound up in Hell. You could still remember the fire, the screams, the pain. After continuous torture you lost track of time.

You were alive. How? Did someone make a deal? Zombie voodoo or something? The cut on your chest had healed somehow.

You looked around. You were in a field. A few barren trees surrounded you but you weren't far from the road. Snow? Wasn't it June? How much time had passed since you'd been gone?

You knew that the first thing you had to do was contact Sam and Dean. The only thing you had on you were the clothes on your back. You had to find a gas station or something. Shivering, you followed the road.

About half an hour later you stumbled upon a small Gas'n'Sip. You walked inside, the small bell on the door rang as you opened it.

"What happened to you? Ya look like you've been to Hell and back!" The man behind the counter commented.

Well, he wasn't wrong. And you did look like shit. Your hair was strewn all over the place, your clothes covered in dirt. There was still dried blood on your shirt.

"Oh, i was in a car accident. Do you have a phone I could use?" You asked.

The guy pointed to a sign that read STAFF ONLY. "Back there miss. You want me to call the cops?"

"No, it's okay." You thanked the man and headed into the staff room.

You picked up the phone that was attached to the wall and dialed Dean's number. No answer, just voice mail. "Dean it's Y/N. Just pick up already!" You tried again but to no avail.

Then you tried Sam. He picked up on the fourth ring. "Hello? Who is this?" God, it was great to hear his voice.

"Sam? It's Y/N. I need you to-" beeeeep. He'd hung up on you.