Dean's Daughter (Supernatural) // Completed

Chapter 27: A World of Eternal Darkness

IMPORTANT A/N: This is the final chapter.  I'm not kidding, this story is finally ending.  There will be an epilogue, probably uploaded tomorrow as I'm quite tired at the moment.  There will be a soppy thank you note following that.  I have a feeling that this is quite a shitty conclusion but I never claimed to be a great writer.  Anyway - enjoy!

Dedicated to: FutureMrsIrwin  for being a great friend and helping me through a hard time. Also dedicated to BronyLunaDash one of my closest irl friends and the biggest fan of this book, ily bae <3.

Alice

A numbing sensation washed over me, dulling my senses. I could no longer feel the harsh bite of the cool air or the tears sliding down my cheeks. Oliver stood silently, showing no remorse. Why would he? He doesn't have a soul.

I glanced back down to Alex once again, lightly brushing his fringe away from his eyes. He had reached a fate he hadn't deserved because of one reckless decision. It was only fair for his murderer to reach the same fate.

Shutting down the rational side of my brain had been easy, in that moment. How to switch it back on was something I didn't figure out.

Smiling brightly at Oliver, I took slow deliberate steps towards him. "See, now we can be together without his interference," he said, his eyes wild and unfocused.

"Yes," I said softly. "We can." I reached up, brushing my fingers gently across his face, trying to remember the old Oliver and ignoring this empty husk before me. "I love you," I whispered before grasping the knife that had been hidden in my sleeve and thrusting it into his chest. Oliver's eyes widened as he fell to his knees, shock and disbelief plastered on his face.

A moment of silence passed and Oliver's eyes glazed over. I kneeled down beside him and cradled his head in my lap, tears finally falling. His previously silky soft hair was matted with dried blood. I didn't regret my actions but I knew that this was the end for me. After this I couldn't bear to go on.

Trembling, I stood carefully, wiping my bloody hands on my jeans, carelessly leaving evidence of my crime. The corpses of the two boys I loved lay still and unmoving, and if you ignored the bloody wounds they could have been sleeping.

Taking a deep breath, I began the final stage of my journey. Somehow, inexplicably, I knew that I had to return home. To the ashy rubble of my destroyed house; the centre of the Death Symbol.

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After over four days of travel, I finally arrived at the small town of Prymoor, my hometown. We had a small population of around 6,000 people and no tourist attractions meaning that new people were a rare occurrence. With an hour to spare, I'd made it.

Keeping my hood up to prevent anyone from recognising me, I headed towards my old home, not knowing what to expect. I was assuming they would've rebuilt the house, which might be a problem if there was anyone living there. However, a lack of funds could mean that they decided to demolish it rather than repair it.

I rounded the corner and cursed at the sight before me. Luckily, the house was no longer there and all that remained was a large square of grass that had grown after the rubble had been removed. However, the 1967 Chevrolet Impala in front of that grass had been something I'd hoped to never see again.

Sam and Dean were standing in front of the grass patch, conversing quietly. I slowly began moving backwards and turned the corner to crash straight into Cass. "Alice," he said, grabbing my arm before I could attempt to run from him.

Sighing in resignation, I let Cass drag me towards my father and my uncle. Dean's expression became furious when Cass led me into his line of sight. "Alice, what have you done?" He said, speaking as harshly as he could without shouting, in order to avoid drawing attention from any passersby. "We found Alex and Oliver dead. You disappeared without a trace. Cass told us you'd be coming here. What's happened to you?"

Suddenly, the intense throbbing returned with a voice screaming KILL HIM at an unbearable level of intensity. I weakly thought I don't want to before being overcome by an animalistic thirst for blood. Screaming, I ripped my arm out of Cass's grasp and threw the hardest punch I could, hitting Dean square in the face. Dean stumbled backwards, dazed and disbelieving at what had just happened. I stared at my fist in confusion, as I knew that I truly did not want to hurt my father but could not stop myself from doing so.

Dean placed his fingers to his nose, a dark stream of blood trickling down and splashing onto the pavement below. The screaming voice subsided at this and I watched, unable to move, as the blood moved slowly along the pavement, crawling as though it was alive. It slithered onto the patch of grass where my house had previously stood and began spreading across the grass, making the shape of the Death Symbol. Somehow during this process, a few drops of blood had became almost a pint as it moved into place.

"No, no, no, no, no," I muttered helplessly. It wasn't supposed to be happening yet, I still had time.

I looked to Cass in hope of an explanation, but he shared the same frantic expression as me. Suddenly, Naomi appeared in front of us, as if summoned by our need for an explanation. She smiled warmly at me, "Thank you, Alice. You have served us well. The Death Symbol needed Dean's blood to be spilled for it to be activated. It would have been stronger if you killed him, but alas we are almost out of time and this will suffice."

"What?" I asked, not believing Naomi's series of blunt statements. "You mean that this would never have been activated if I hadn't just punched my father?"

"Precisely, stupid little girl," Naomi said, her smile vanishing and a cruel sneer replacing it. "Although you didn't have much of a choice, considering we were mind controlling you. However, you were in control of all of your other actions, meaning that you did indeed murder Oliver Austin by your own free will."

Sam and Dean's heads snapped in my direction at those words. I killed Oliver. In their eyes I was probably a psychopath, but right now, that was the least of my problems. Cass had told me the key to stopping the Death Symbol; my death. I would right my wrongs with this simple action.

Behind Naomi, the Death Symbol was pulsing with an eerie blue light, growing stronger every second we wasted standing around. Everyone else thought that we'd already lost the battle but I could feel the Death Symbol and I knew that its power was connected to my life force. It pulsed rhythmically in time with my heart beat and that boosted my certainty that it was connected to me.

Naomi was continuing to monologue about the Death Symbol and the destruction it would cause, but her voice faded as all of my senses focused on the glowing symbol behind her.

Rushing forward, I pushed Naomi roughly to the side, entering the centre of the Death Symbol. Naomi simply stared at me, mouth agape and unbelieving. She had underestimated me. She had not known that I would be willing to sacrifice my life to stop this.

I pulled the knife from my boot, one that I'd been carrying from my very first training session. It was fitting that it would be the weapon that would end me.

Dean raced towards me, piecing together what I was about to do, but the Death Symbol blocked his entry, forming a solid wall of blue light. Naomi also attempted to step forward, but she again was barred from breaching the edge of the Death Symbol. It had solely allowed my entry, as the only person that could stop it.

Smiling widely at my victory, I said, "Bye, bitch." Before smoothly drawing the blade down both of my wrists. Blood pooled at my feet, the grass absorbing the red liquid. I collapsed to my knees, the world spinning around me as my body lost blood at an incredible rate.

The walls of the Death Symbol moved closer towards me before the blue light collided with my body and the world around me fell into eternal darkness.