Goodbyeeeeee

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I looked at some clothes through the windows.

There were some nice shirts and dresses, I didn't buy any of them because I don't know what I'm getting..or why I'm getting them.

I thought you would be dragged to hell and tortured? What confuses me the most though, Crowley says I'm..different. I don't understand what he means by that. How am I different?

I continue to walk through the market and ponder for a while. I'd stop every now and then, I thought I saw them. My Mom and Dean. I'd shake it off and set off again.

'This is ridiculous' I thought to myself. Then again, what part of my life isn't ridiculous?

The hallucinations are getting too much.

I run into a store, grab a pair of jeans and a baggy AC/DC shirt. That ought to do it.
I run back out again and head back to the crossroads.

I start hearing things now, Deans car. I can hear its engine not too far behind me. So I run faster.

When I make it to the crossroads, I hear the engine stop. Too scared to look back and check if it's them, I yell Crowley's name over and over again until he appears in front of me.

"Why 'ello pet." He said, with that playful grin.

"Crowley, I'm ready. Please hurry." I pleaded with him until I heard yelling from behind me, telling me to wait. To get back.

I turned around to the voices, tears streaming from my eyes.
"Goodbye Mom," I began "and goodbye Dean."

Deans beautiful forest green eyes began to water. And my mom was in a wet heap on the floor, crying while whispering my name.

"Sky, you don't have to do this, we can find a way out!" Dean started talking about finding a way out, like he knew what was happening. All my mom knew was that I was leaving, and most likely never coming back. And Dean? It seemed like he'd seen it all before.

"Dean, I don't know if you know what's going on but there isn't a way out. Crowley has something on me, I don't know what it is but I- I just want you to know that, I lo" and before I could finish, I was gone. Unconscious probably. But I knew that I wasn't with them anymore.

I'm in hell.

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