A Supernatural Fanfiction.

All Alone Again

The thing about Winchesters is that neither one of them understand how much they mean to others. Dean sold his soul for mine. Sammy, undoubtedly, would be crushed. Bobby would be devastated. I.... I'm not worth the price he paid. How could Sam have let him do it? There was no chance he willingly gave Dean up so that I could be saved, regardless of who wanted me as their vessel.

Laying crumpled in the grass on the out skirts of Vegas, I stared into the graying blue sky. Maybe the rain would wash away the shame seeping out of every pore and wound. Maybe lightning would strike me, Crowley's deal would be rendered terminated, and Naomi would never find the grace. Maybe Sam was already busting down the doors of hell to get Dean back, and me here is just an added liability.

That's what I am now, a liability.

How was I supposed to fix this? The best possible scenario was being in hell, was being held by Crowley until Naomi showed up, undoubtedly bribing the crap out of every demon she could until she got her feather fingers on me. But at least in hell, she couldn't actually reach me.

Now she had a bargaining chip. Now, she could barter her way to the one person that would make me say yes.

"Castiel," my voice rasped out in a whisper. "Got your ears on? Find Sam, tell him Vegas."

My throat was so raw, every syllable burned. Tremors started to rattle my chest in the weakest attempt at a cough I could manage. Thankfully, it was getting dark so the sun wouldn't be beating down on me. Not that it mattered. Naomi would fix me right up before she took control.