A Little Wicked: A Supernatural Story

Caught In A Bad Dream

You fiercely look at the crossroad demon standing before you. "I want to see double the contracts and triple the collection of souls before the end of this quarter. Do you understand me? A war is coming, and I want my army."

"But, your Highness, how do you propose that?" He questions with a whimper. Your eyes glow a fiery green as your voice lowers to a low growl. "I don't fucking care how you do it. You're a goddamn demon: cheat, lie, find loopholes! But if your team doesn't produce quickly, your duty won't be the only thing you will be relieved of. Do you understand me?"

The demon cowers at your tone. " Yes, my queen." You wave him away with your fingers as you sit back down on your throne. You look up and hear the large doors opening. You see Asmodeus strut in with his usual arrogance.

"Darlin', if you keep those brows furrowed, those wrinkles will stay permanently. What's got that pretty little face so contorted?" He drawls.

You release a low groan. " The utter lack of competency in this place! I have no idea how my brother got anything accomplished around here.

"Well, I bet I can turn that little frown upside down." He gives a quick whistle. From the hallway, Dean enters the room and quickly approaches you. You let a little gasp escape your lips as he gives you that grin that melts you like ice cream in the hot sun.

" What are you doing here, Dean? I'm not in the mood for another fight." You say a little wearily.

"It's not like that, Freya. I miss you. I need to be with you. I want to sit beside you and help you rule Hell." He stretches out his hand to you. You take his hand and step down, standing in front of him.

"I don't understand, Dean. You told me you would never stand beside me and help me rule." You softly take his face in your hands, needing to touch him to ensure he's real and not an illusion.

"Asmodeus came to me and made me see things differently." His warm hands come up, covering yours.

How? What did he say to you?" Your thumb glides across his bottom lip. He looks down for a second, and as he brings his eyes back up to meet yours, they turn black. "No! Dean, what did you do?" You pull your hands from his face as you stumble backward, tripping on the stairs. Your back hits the cold concrete; you prop up on your elbows as Dean menacingly hovers over you.

"This is what you wanted, baby, and you know it." He hissed,

"No, not like this! Never like this." You scream! Your body jolts as you wake up crying. You roll over, expecting to snuggle up to Dean, but his side of the bed is cold and empty. You get up, throw some clothes on, and head towards the kitchen. As you get closer, you hear voices in a heated discussion. You stop just before the doorway, listening to get a feel for what you are walking into.

"There's no way around it. We need to get the Lance of Michael back, and Freya is our best chance." you hear Sam interject.

"And you think I trust her enough to send her and the grimoire back there? Have you lost your mind, Sammy?"  Dean angrily counters back. His words cut deep, but you don't blame him.

"Dean, she died for you. She stabbed herself in the heart so you could escape. I think it's safe to say she's on our side." Sam counters back in your defense.

"I was the one who carried her lifeless body; you don't think I know that!" Dean yells back but then takes a deep breath. "You weren't there, Sammy. You didn't see her under his control, what he did to her. She wasn't just someone else. She was...something else."

You hear Rowena interrupt with a soft tone. "Dear, I'm sure we can find a way to break his control over her. If we look hard enough, we can find something to protect her but Samuel is right, she is our strongest weapon, our only weapon against Asmodeus."

"I don't know, Rowena. What if there isn't? What if we can't protect her?" Dean sighs, defeated.

You step through the doorway. "I already know there is, and it's in my grimoire." You explain coldly before you look at Dean.

"How long were you standing there?" Sam asks sheepishly."Long enough, Sam." you turn to look at Dean. "You have every right to feel that way, Dean. I don't blame you, really. But I saw a glimpse of the future and can't ever let it happen. I will stab myself in the heart a thousand times before I let it come to pass."

"What is it, dear?" Rowena questions."Can I see my grimoire?" Rowena reaches a table beside her and hands you the large book. "I took one of your spells and tweaked it a lot." You say as you turn the pages and return the open book to her.

Sam steps around behind Rowena, reading over her shoulder. "Do you think that would work?"

"Yes, it would." She replies over her shoulder to Sam."What is it?" Dean asks, stepping closer and letting his fingers brush against yours. You turn to him, lacing your fingers between his. "It's taking your anti-possession spell a little deeper." You say cryptically.

Dean gives you a questioning look. "You know of Mother's fail-safe resurrection spells?"Dean's brow furrows as he starts to understand. "The ones she has buried under her skin?"

"Exactly. We make the anti-possession symbol solid, put it in a small charmed bag, and place it deep under my skin. I've tried the tattoo idea, and he burned it out of my skin, but it can't be broken or removed so easily if it's under my skin or within my body." You explain softly. Although you are not looking forward to placing the spell, you have survived worse.

Dean looks over to Rowena for reassurance. "And you think this will work against Asmodues's power?"She nods her head as she takes in a deep breath. "I think it's our best chance right now."

"How long will this take?" Dean looks down at you hesitantly in his stare.

"It needs to be strong, so it will take a while. Maybe an hour or two." you reply as you squeeze his hand.

"Ok, so do you have a plan after this?" Sam inquires."I have thought about it some. The most important thing is to get the Lance of Michael back. He loses his leverage then. But...." you pause.

"There is always a 'but' with you, isn't there?" Crowley grumbles. You shoot him a look that should put him six feet under if he wasn't already dead. "BUT...I will need my grimoire and its imbued powers to get it away from him."

You feel Dean's hand quickly rip from yours as he steps back. "So you want us to trust you that the spell will work, then give you the last thing that Asmodeus needs to gain the power of an arc angel and send you into battle against him? Fool me once...."

"Dean!" Sam interjects. You raise your hand to stop Sam. "Sam, it's all right. Dean, I don't blame you for not trusting me. I'm asking you to trust Rowena. She agrees this will work, and I only need it to work long enough to get the lance away from him and back to the bunker." You place his hand against your chest, letting your heartbeat flow through his fingers. "Trust this. It's belongs to you and only you. My love for you is what helps me break his hold on me. He can control my mind, but he can never control my heart. It will always be yours."