Onyx eyes

saved by an angel

He'd swung his hammer at you, hard as he could, and you turned from it but not quick enough. It caught your sleeve as he drove it into the wall, and you tugged the fabric with futility. You were trapped, and as the grin on Dean's face grew slowly, you knew he had you where he wanted you. It terrified you more than anything had yet that day.

"I don't like playing hard to get," he told you, bringing his hand to your face, stroking it lightly down your cheek. You struggled against him but he brought his other hand to your throat, holding you effectively pinned there.

"I know I said I'd take your eyes first," he said softly, tightening the grip on your throat. You gasped, thrashing yourself as hard as you could. "But I want you to see this. I want you to see me; to be the last thing you ever see. Didn't you tell me once I'd be the death of you?"

He was too strong; he'd been strong before, but this was something different. He paid no mind to your attempts at inhalation as the air left your lungs. He just tilted his head, giving you a smile, and you felt goosebumps rise along your skin at the near recognition of Dean within it.

"What I really want is to watch you bleed," he said calmly. "But this seems alright, too. To steal your breath away. Kind of romantic isn't it? I'll watch those lips turn blue, and then I'll find Sam."

You were beating at his arms still, unable to stop yourself even though you knew it was a fight you would lose. You wanted to hold onto life, wanted desperately for this not to be the last time you saw his face, when he wasn't even really him. Your heart ached dully and you closed your eyes, thinking of your Dean. You thought of the cake he'd made you on your birthday, so proud to show it to you, watching you take the first bite with a huge grin on his face. You thought of driving with him to the outskirts of town to watch the sunset that went forgotten as you found one another's lips instead.

You thought of laying with him at night in the silent darkness, his hand running patterns on your arm and how you'd never felt safer.

"Look at me!" he demanded harshly, pushing his fingers harder into your windpipe. You choked, blinking your eyes open just in time to see Cas coming up behind him. He wrapped him in a stronghold, pulling Dean's arms down to his sides and you were finally released.

You collapsed against the wall and your shirtsleeve tore as you slumped to the floor, absolutely unable to hold yourself up. Sam was by your side, crouched next to you, but you kept your eyes on Dean.

"It's over," Cas was saying, keeping his grip on Dean tight. "Dean, it's over."

Dean's eyes went black and he let out a yell, something feral and inhuman, as he struggled against Cas. It was over, you thought, as spots danced in front of your eyes. This wasn't Dean; you were more than convinced of that now as your lungs gulped in painful breaths of air. You watched him, this monster with the onyx eyes full of murder and how they were directed solely at you. He was your last vision as the darkness in his eyes overtook you and pulled you down with it.

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