Saving Heaven: A SUPERNATURAL Fan Fiction

Chapter Nineteen: Or Perhaps Not.

 Warnings are: nudity, swearing, blood, gore, pillow violence, kinda smutty/kinda not smutty enough to be considered smut, character death, 

*****WARNING: Suicide.******** (I'll highlight that part in the chapter.)

Enjoy.

I knew where I was, and I certainly knew why I was naked.

I'm not sayin' I'm mad... I'm just... disappointed.

My deals with death are pretty much mute as I had given away my powers already, he must have known this so why leave that as an option? I have no idea and frankly I don't really care. What I care about no longer matters, as I have been played. Like a fucking flute.

This couldn't get any worse.

I have been put into the weirdest and strangest situations imaginable I've had to be rescued from a transvestite vampire (no judgement here), sung a Christmas carol I don't even know in public and dress as a cheerleader. I am in no fucking mood for this shit.

"Crowley." Growling would have put it mildly; sneered, spat or scorned would have been more appropriate. Funny... Hell hath no fury after all.

There was a shift of atmosphere as my stomach lurched and I found myself on the surprisingly cold floor of the throne room. Still in nothing but a robe and still pissed off; the smug smile that greeted me from the throne fuelled my ever burning discontent. Whisky glass full, red tie shining in the torch light we all knew exactly how I was going to react. I knew how I wanted to react, and because I knew he knew how I was going to react, I couldn't react like that.

I bottled up all of the frustration and rage I could and focused. I looked him right in the complacent face and I let rip a single tear. Then a sniff followed by another tear, I saw his shock as he realised his mistake and I just let go... and it felt really good. I clasped my shaking hands to my face and I bawled, no other way to put it. We already know I have no shame, as I continued to splatter out some form of English the irony wasn't lost on me. I was crying at the feet of the Demon King and I didn't care.

"Alright! That's enough!" I looked up in shock. My words clung in my throat and because I couldn't speak a stronger wave came up. I collapsed on my knees this time opened mouthed wailing and free flowing tears. I heard a click of a tongue and a muttering of something like "bullocks" between my power sobs.

"I-I-I-I-I th-th-thought... I w-w-w-was doing really w-w-w-well!" I plonked sideways onto the cold harsh ground not even caring. "I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-so Chill though!" The ground cut into my cheeks as my body jolted through the onslaught of hysteric sadness. My lungs hurt, my eyes hurt, hell my life hurt... hell. A fresh wave surfaced louder this time.

"Uh... Um... love?" It was less rough but I calmed enough to open an eye. "It's not all bad..." He offered wanting to retreat

"N-not All bad! You tricked m-m-me!" I whimpered.

"I trick a lot of people."

"Not me! I'm Unique!"

"I guess not."

I wailed with new despair.

There was a moment where I was oblivious to what was happening, with the self-loathing of being like everyone else still fresh and past failures of mine threatening to boil into more mini breakdowns

A hand on my shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Listen love, you can't just burst into tears and expect me to care."