In-Air Comfort

Seeking Comfort in Solitude

Meanwhile in an undisclosed location...

"Do what you want with me, but you leave her out of it!" Dean spits out while fighting against the ropes around his wrists.

"No, you see, it's not in her anymore ... but it will be. We just need to make sure you know the stakes here."

"To hell with the stakes! You just stay away from her!" The demon brings his knife up to Dean's cheek and applies pressure leaving a trail of blood. "Just kill me already!"

"No, we need you alive. We need you to take a message and a gift back to your precious girl. We just need her to know that if she doesn't hand over the package once it arrives then she can kiss her lover boy goodbye."

"If you're gonna kill me anyway, just do it. She'll never give you what you want."

A new, deep voice echoes through the room, followed by heavy footsteps approaching, "She will, she's getting very close to giving in. She's so desperate to find you she's willing to offer almost anything. A few more days of this torture and she'll be ready to give us anything we want just to see you again."

"Great, more of you asshats..."

A short man comes out of the shadows dressed in a pressed black suit. "I'm hardly grouped with these imbeciles. I'm the King of Hell and you should address me as such."

"You're a little short for the King of Hell, don't ya think? But if you're the man in charge at least tell me what you want from her?"

"Not much ... it's an insignificant little thing really. And it's not even so much from her, but you're incapable of repopulating on your own."

Dean takes in his words for a second before it clicks, he smirks. "Sorry pal, didn't the demons give you the memo? She lost the baby. And now we've agreed on celibacy."

"The great Dean Winchester celibate? Well, we'll just see how long that lasts." The man paces around the room stroking his chin with one hand. "She's close to breaking, keep him here another day. Don't let him out of your sight!" He clicks his fingers and disappears.

Dean pulls at the ropes harder, leaving rope burns on his wrists. Then a bright light fills the room along with a chorus of screams. And then another set of footsteps approaches, Dean steels himself for the hit but it never comes. Instead, he feels the rope loosen from his wrists prompting him to bring them around to his front and rub the burns.

"Hello, Dean."

"Took you long enough, Cas. How's Y/N? Is she safe?"

"Yes, she's safe. She's with Sam."

"Good. You have to take me as far away from her as you can."

"But you love her? You're soul mates."

"Yeah, and no doubt set up by cupids the same way my mom and dad were. This bloodline ends with me. I won't bring a cursed child into the world. And I sure as hell won't let demons get their hands on it. But I lose all control around her, so you have to keep me away from her. Lock me up, kill me, whatever you have to do, just keep her safe."

"Dean..."

"Cas, please, I'm begging you."

"Fine." Cas presses two fingers to Dean's forehead to heal him, and he blacks out.

When Dean reopens his eyes he blinks a few times trying to assess his surroundings. His eyes land on his guns adorning the walls, then the picture on his bedside table of you and him kissing. He rubs his eyes, shaking his head as he pulls himself into a sitting position.