Epilogue

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"Crowley is here!" Having cried yourself to sleep, you awoke with a start. The powers of telepathy you possessed were never something to rely on. However, they worked rather efficiently when the subconscious mind was awake. Hence the realization of the otherwise unnoticeable presence in the vicinity. It would never have happened to you fully awake.

You pushed yourself up from Tony's lap with such intensity, your head collided with his chin and he harshly came to his senses. "It wasn't me!" Waking from some lucid dream, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Ignoring him entirely, you ran in the direction you had felt the demonic presence - the infirmary. Tony sighed and followed suit. He was worried sick about you - the amount of water that had escaped your body in the form of tears could easily have caused you severe dehydration. "(Y/N), wait! What do I arm myself with?" He shrugged and grabbed a coat hanger just in case.

You were too late. Crowley was no longer there. Neither was Dean. The room was empty. Something was wrong. A strangely familiar demonic presence lingered in the room, along with Crowley's.

Tony moved from behind you and picked up a piece of paper from the bed, most likely left behind by Dean. One of two. They were in his handwriting. It was a message for his brother, who, needless to say, would relentlessly search for him and would not rest until he was found.

'Sammy, let me go.'

"There's another one." Tony pointed out. The sinister note did not even need to be lifted up to be read. The hastily scrawled words were enough to make an unshakeable feeling of foreboding consume you.

'I'm coming for you, (Y/N).'

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