Through Eyes of Insanity//Dean Winchester

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D E V I N

Devin wasn't afraid of dying.

No, the prospect had always filled her with a sort-of curiosity, not dread.

But, she had always been afraid of the way she would die.

And out of all the dreadful possibilities she had crafted in her mind, this, was not even close to one of them.

Looking deep into the dead, empty eyes of her killer. Smelling the bitter-sweet smell of roses and rotting wood. Battling within herself the very aspect of sanity.

And for once, she was looking through the eyes of insanity.

The bright hues of dying, fluorescent bulbs and the dull gray of rotting skin. The feeling of her memories drifting out of her mind as she helplessly reached for them with dying fingers.

The monster placed a hand on her chest, pressing down and causing Devin to let out a small scream.

She had heard rumours of people watching their life flash before their eyes as they died, but she never believed them.

But now she did, now she saw.

A young girl standing alone in a hospital room, gripping the hand of an ailing woman.

The same young girl standing in the waiting room, watching the doctor's slow journey towards her to deliver the fateful news that the rest of her family was gone; the damage was too much.

Then she saw the same girl, older, her shoulders less burdened with the weight of her loss. Again standing in the same hospital.

Facing a door where, inside, sat a man and his dying daughter.

But this time, he wouldn't walk out alone.

The images flashed before her eyes, then faded slowly into darkness, collapsing in on themselves over and over until there was nothing left.

"Such bitter memories," the monster said, pressing down harder on Devin's chest. "They make a tasty treat."

"What are you?" Devin had managed, a metallic taste filling her mouth and spilling out on her lips.

"They eyes of the insane, dearest."

The world blurred around Devin, and she realized she wasn't sure if this was the real one, or the one in her dream.

She felt her last breath escape her lips, the weight of the monster crushing down on her chest. The last few memories slipping from her mind, small, shallow imprints of them only left behind.

But suddenly, something changed.

The weight was lifted, the creature flew above her, thrashing and screaming as light penetrated the darkness closing in around her.

And she could finally see again.

The world, the real world, shining around her clearly as if a veil had been lifted.

And he stood above her, looking down at her with worry clear in his green eyes. His mouth parted and words spilled from them. But Devin couldn't hear.

Because now, now she felt the pain.

Real and sharp, cutting through her chest and burning her lungs.

The pain in the dream seemed dull and numb in comparison. A thousand hot knives slicing through her heart, her lungs screaming in neverending anguish as the pleaded for air.

Air that she couldn't give them.

"What's happening? Sam? What was that thing?" She heard Dean ask, feeling him place his hands gently on the sides of her head.

"I-I don't know, Dean.." A sound of scuffling heard farther away, and Devin heard the faint sounds of someone calling for help.
But the world kept slipping farther from her grasp.

Her lungs, pleading, weaker and weaker as darkness flooded the corners of her vision.

"Hey, Devin, stay with me, okay? Don't die on me," the green eyes appeared in her sights once more, hands now clasping her own as she felt herself heave forward like a dying fish.

Air.

She needed air.

"Hey, hey, listen to me," his voice was calming and warm, and Devin felt herself slow, death beckoning her with every failed breath. "You saved her, you saved my Emily, thank you."

She wanted to tell him why.

She wanted to show him, the stranger with the kind eyes and the broken heart. To fix her own broken mind and heart and allow healing to flood into his.

At that moment, sitting on the footsteps of death, waiting for the moment for darkness to overtake her fully.

She realized she loved him.

The man she only met for a few days, but who had given her back her life.

The man that sang quietly to his daughter, never giving up hope, even though others already had. The man who now held her in his arms, rocking her softly as she felt herself drift slowly off into oblivion.

He bent down towards her, his eyes seeming to glow softly in the dimming light, staring into her own.

The feeling of soft lips meet her own, warm and living, so unlike her own cold ones. A thank you that prevailed all words that had been spoken.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

The world fading farther away as Devin felt herself drift into darkness.

Take a sad song and make it better

Pain fading away as death enveloped her tightly in its firm grasp.

Remember to let her into your heart,

The last thing she felt was the warm arms that wrapped around her, the voice that faded slowly away as her life bled from her and drifted into the sky.

Then you can start to make it better.  

Fin

Aw guys, it's over, and I felt a strong emotional connection to Devin. 

If you were wondering, because I didn't really divulge it in the book itself, the creature was actually an Alp. In folklore it's a nightmare monster that sits on your chest while you sleep and causes..well..nightmares until you wake up. Back in the day, it was the best explanation for sleep apnea and paralysis. But this Alp, as per Supernatural tradition, was a little more creepy and it didn't only create a nightmare for Emily and later Devin, but also fed off their memories until they were doomed to die. 

So there you go, the explanation of the creature.

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