The Dream Of A Fangirl (Book 1)

Chapter 12: My living nightmare

-Trigger Warning-
Torture
    I struggled in my chair trying to break free before my worst nightmare became a reality. I looked over at my boys, they were starting to regain consciousness.
    "Guys! Wake up!" I yelled at them.
    "What is it- Oh shit" Dean said noticing he was tied to a chair.
    "What the hell is going on here?" John asked pulling on his restraints
    "No no no this isn't happening" I said shaking my head hoping I would wake up. I starting shaking with fear of what was to happen next.   
    "Everyone comfortable?" Crowley said emerging from the shadows with Moriarty and the Master by his side. He snapped his fingers and six demons and six tables appeared in front of my heroes. The demons began to torture my boys, my heroes.
    "Please! Stop! Please!" I cried. It went on for hours or it may have just been minutes. I had to watch the demons cut, punch, and break the bones of the men I was set to this dimension to assemble. The sights took their toll on my mind and I passed out. I welcomed the darkness as it took me away from my nightmares.

    I could feel myself regaining consciousness and I was terrified of what I was going to wake up to. I slowly opened my eyes. I woke to see that the demons were gone and so were the evil squad. I was no longer in a chair, but on the ground. There was a chain around my ankle that was bolted into the ground. Then, I heard it, quite crying coming from the boys direction.
"No..." I said looking over at my boys. They were all looking at Dean and Cas. Dean was cradling Cas in his arms. There were wings scorched onto the ground and Dean's chest. Dean had his head buried in Cas's chest and was crying. The man who had survived so much, lost so much and never cried was now crying while cradling the man who gave up everything for him. I moved as close as I could to Dean as the chain would allow. I grabbed Cas's cold hand. "Cassie, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry"

-Time Skip brought to you by the Destiel feels-
(A/N- I'm crying right now over what I've done)
2 months later
I added another day on the wall. Then, soon after we were put back in chairs for the next day of torture.
-Another Time Skip-
70 years later
I looked at the wall, every little space was covered in tally marks. I stopped keeping track after the first five months. That was almost 70 years ago. I hadn't aged one bit since the day we were put here here by Moriarty, Crowley and the Master. We lost Cas on the first day. Ten years later we lost John. After another 15 we lost Sherlock. Only twenty years ago we lost Sam. Dean, the Doctor and I were the only ones left. Dean hadn't spoken since Sam died. The fear I once had for each day of torture had started to go away.
-Time Skip-
20 years later
A year ago the Doctor died, for he had no more regenerations. Two months ago Dean died. Once Dean was gone the demons stopped coming and I hadn't had any food for almost a month. I knew I was dying soon. The last thing Dean said to me before he died was that none of this was my fault. The day I knew I was dying I accepted that it wasn't my fault. I closed my eyes and let go of my fear and pain, I greeted death like an old friend and went with him gladly.
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Don't worry the story isn't over! Next Chapter should be out soon!

Carry on my consulting TimeLords!
-G