Onyx eyes

escape

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You woke in bed, on top of the covers that still smelled like Dean, still made you feel at home, to the sound of the bunker's alarm blaring and red lights flashing ominously. The bedroom door flung open, sending your heart racing, but it was Sam, eyes frantic as they landed on you.

"He's out," he said simply, and you were up from the bed in an instant, grabbing your blade from the desk across the room.

"How?" you asked, as the two of you made your way through the hallway. Your skin crawled at the thought of being hunted, by Dean, in your own home.

"The treatments were working. Made him human enough to break out," Sam replied as quietly as he could.

You said no more; you didn't have the luxury of words to spare, but his words lingered in your mind. The treatments were working. You both looked up as the alarm stopped suddenly, filling the place with an all-consuming silence.

"Must have reset the breaker," Sam whispered. You looked to him, eyes wide; the breaker was in the next room. He cast a glance around before hurrying forward and shutting the door that separated you and Dean, locking it behind you.

"That's your big move?" Dean asked from the other side. You and Sam both held your blades at the ready.

"Listen to me. Dean, we were getting close. Ok? I know you're still in there somewhere. Just let me finish the treatments," Sam shouted. You looked at one another in the ensuing silence. "Dean?"

A sudden smash through the wood of the door had you stepping back, Sam's arm out to shield you. Dean had a hammer in hand and was using viciously against the door. It wouldn't last long, that much was clear.

"You act like I want to be cured! Trust me, I like the disease," he said through the hole he'd already created.

"Dean, stop!" you cried.

"Look, I don't want to use this blade on you," Sam added.

"Oh, that sucks for you doesn't it? Cause you really mean that."

"Look, if you come out of that room, I won't have a choice!"

"Sure you will! And I know which one you're both gonna make. Isn't that right, Y/N?" he asked, looking right at you as you held your blade.

He was right, and it ate at you; you couldn't imagine yourself using it on him, even now.

"But see, here's the thing," he continued. "I'm lucky. Oh hell, I'm blessed! 'Cause there's just enough demon left in me that killing you, killing Y/N, no choice at all," he said, before continuing his mission of hacking at the door. He was almost through now and Sam pulled on your sleeve as the two of you took off down the hall.

You reached a fork in the hallway and Sam took the right corridor as you went left. You ran silently as you could, feeling every beat of your heart, could feel it in the throbbing of your cut lip, and a chill ran through you all the way down to your muscles.

"Y/N?" you heard Dean call. "Didn't I tell you I'd find you? And haven't I always been a man of my word? That's probably one of the reasons you fell in love with me. Well, here I am, honey."

You slid around a corner and stopped running, pressing yourself as tightly as you could against the wall, holding your knife close. Your breath was coming in shuddering gasps and you tried to quiet them, tried to still your shaking self. You walked a few steps toward the other corner; Dean had gone quiet and you were well aware that he could be anywhere. You peered around the corner, just enough to see that he wasn't there, before turning back and being met with a flash of black.