"You were there
When nobody else was
You held me
When nobody else did
And the second you left,
I knew I would be hopeless."
Where a Leviathan named Natalia and a broken Angel named Castiel create an unlikely friendship in Purgatory.
(A Supernatu...
It wasn't until Natalia feeling the presence of Crowley did she snap out of her trance. With a gasp, Natalia held her hands to her chest as she tried to regain her breath.
Another memory had surfaced, but not a pleasant one. Talia closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down, knowing that something else was more important than a memory.
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The presence of Crowley was never a good sign. If he was here, that means he was summoned, and the only other person there was Dean. With a sigh, Talia walked out of library and into the dungeon room.
When she reached her desired place, she could hear Dean faintly.
"What the hell is happening to me, you son of a bitch."
The woman walked into the room to find Crowley in the Devils Trap, dusting off his hands.No one acknowledged her existence yet so she locked the door anyways. "Liquor before beer, bad taco? How should I know. Hello, Natalia. Nice to see you again."
"I can't turn it off!" Dean yelled back at him. Talk stepped forward and Crowley looked at him with confusion. "Ever since I killed Abaddon, it's this whole other thing. I get this high, and I-I-I need to kill. I mean, I really, really need to kill. And if I don't-"
"You yak your guts out," Crowley interrupted.
"It's the Mark," Natalia finally said from her position by Dean. He looked at her with hopeless eyes, something she had yet to see in him. His body shook with fear and paranoia, sweat also coating his forehead. It didn't take a genius to tell that he was in bad shape.
The King took hold of the situation again and continued where Talia left off. "It wants you to kill. The more you kill, the better you feel. The less you kill, the less better you feel."
Dean looked around the room anxiously. "How much less better?"
"Death," Natalia said quietly. Her eyes looked to the other side of the room, where a puddle of blood and vomit sat. It was Dean's, meaning he was already getting bad.
"Well, Cain had the Mark. He didn't die," Dean reasoned.
"Cain was a Demon-" Talia started.
"Your body's not strong enough to contain the blades power." Crowley interrupted the woman, but she did not mind. The talk of death was making memories brim to the surface, and she had no intention of visiting them.
"What if I get rid of it?"
"Do you want to get rid of it?"
The answer was simple, they all knew Dean wouldn't even consider getting rid of Cain's Mark until Metatron was dead.
Dean shook his head. "What I want is Metatron," he practically growled.
