Demons || Dean Winchester [1]

Chapter 28

As I followed Dean and Bobby through the dark, I felt sick with worry. We were here and the place was completely abandoned. And I couldn't help but notice the eerie silence that surrounded us.

After a few more minutes of walking, I spotted a shadow in the distance. And when they finally came into view, I managed to recognise Sam coming towards us.

"Sam?!" Dean called out, as he began to run to his brother.

"Dean!" Sam shouted back.

I watched in relief as the two ran to each other, but that relief quickly turned to dread once I saw someone come up behind Sam. I immediately noticed the shine of the blade he held in his hand and without thinking, I ran forward and pushed Sam out of the way. I didn't even know how I did it, in fact, I wasn't even sure what was happening. Everything suddenly became blurred and all I knew was that I had to help Sam, so I did. But I was finally dragged back into the present when I felt the familiar sting of a blade piercing my flesh.

I choked, unable to move as I stared in disbelief at the man who had just stabbed me. And he looked just as horrified as I felt. I felt like I was going to pass out when he removed the knife from my stomach and once I dropped to the floor, everything became a daze once more. I managed to hear a gunshot and then I heard the crunching of dirt getting nearer to me. And it wasn't long before I felt someone's arms around my body.

I looked up, now seeing Dean's worried eyes staring down at me. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're okay." He whispered, carefully moving my hand away to check my wound.

When he saw the injury, the look on his face made it clear that it was bad. I could barely feel any pain, but somehow I knew that this was fatal. I smiled, as I felt blood enter my mouth. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For saving me." I choked out. "My life was a shit show before you."

Before he could answer me, I felt my throat tighten and shortly after, I no longer had the strength to keep my eyes open. It only took me a few seconds to slip away and before I knew it, I was outside my body. I was standing right over myself. It was weird. I used to daydream about what dying was like, and now I knew. It was freaky.

But my heart broke when I finally noticed the look on Dean's face. He looked crushed, and I didn't even know he cared so much. I knew we had some sort of a connection, but I also thought that our partnership was solely about hunting Azazel. And from what I could see now, it seemed it may have been something more. But there was nothing I could do now. I was dead, and there was no chance of me ever coming back. I just hoped I wouldn't be stuck watching over Dean for eternity. It would be too painful.

However, I didn't have long to dwell on my death because everyone who was still alive had to keep moving. And as I watched them discuss Azazel's whereabouts, I felt useless. Sam was telling Dean and Bobby that it was Azazel who took him and brought him here, and now he was trying to open some sort of gate. And as I watched them set off to face Azazel, everything felt sort of distant, like I was watching an echo of what was really happening. And I hated it.

***

"Why did you kill Eva's dad and her brother!?" Dean demanded. They were at the gate now, I think they called it the Devil's Gate, and they were face to face with the yellow eyed monster that ruined our lives.

Azazel chuckled. "You're still on that? I'm disappointed Dean, truly, I thought you were better than that."

"Why did you kill them?"

"Because they were getting too close. Well, the old man was. I just killed the kid for the irony." He sighed, a small smirk on his face. "Where is your little girlfriend anyway? Wasn't she tagging along on the hunt?"

Dean went silent, his eyes darkening with grief, which alerted Azazel to my recent passing. "Oh, she didn't make it huh. Too bad."

"I'm gonna kill you."

"You sure about that Dean? I already killed your mom and dad. You can join them if you'd like?"

What Dean did next surprised me. He was smiling. "I don't think so." He said, revealing a gun from his jacket pocket. He pointed it at Azazel and the demon looked shocked. That must've been the Colt, since it was clear that Azazel knew that that could kill him. I watched as Dean raised the gun and aimed it at Azazel, pulling the trigger. A bullet shot through the air and pierced his forehead, his body sort of sparking before he went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Dean slowly approached the body, a look of disgust on his face. "Told you I'd kill you."