Twelve Hours

FINAL

You opened the bunker door to see crowley standing there. "That was quick," he said. "What did you do to Sam?" You turned from him and walked him passed the kitchen. "Sleeping spell. A powerful one from the smell of it. It was meant for me." Crowely rose an eyebrow. "My mothers assume?" You guys continued to Dean's room. "Yep." You stopped at the door. You thought you were way in over your head but you already made this deal so you couldn't go back on it. You opened the door and walked in. "Lock the door," you told crowley and you heard the lock. "How long will this take?" You asked turning to him. Crowley opened his suit coat and pulled a few things out of his pockets. "Not too long, if it's done right." "Whst are the chances of me dying?" Crowley looked you dead in the eyes. "Zero, darling, you know why?" You shook your head. "You said there was a chance at dying, If you knew I wouldn't..." crowley began to set things on the ground and drew a weird looking circle you didn't recognize."I learned that those who did die were in fact descendants of Cain but they didnt hold a direct blood line to him like you do. So this ritual will work on you." You nodded "I see," you stood next to Dean's bed and looked at him. "You know you dont have to do this?" Crowley straightened up. "We can call this a day and wake Sam up and tell him he just drank the wrong tea?" You thought about it. Crowley was giving you a way out. "Why are you giving me a way out?" You asked. "Dean had issues with the mark and could hardly resist it but was able to with some help. But you, you have cains blood. The ability to resist won't come easy to you." "Are you saying I will become more bloodthirsty than dean was?" "I'm saying bambi," crowley stepped towards you "that once you taste the demands of the mark there could be a chance that you won't be saved. Sam and dean will have no choice but to kill you."

❗SAM❗
"Sam! Sam!" Sam started to stir around on the floor. "What happened? Are you okay?" Sam heard Castiels voice. "Wheres YN?" Sam rubbed his head and then saw the tea cup laying next to him. He jumped up "Dean!" He ran to his brothers room with Castiel behind him. "What about him?" Castiel asked urgently. "YN gave me a sleeping spell in tea. Shes up to something and it has to deal with dean. I should have seen it and given her the tea right before we came or we should have burned Dean's a few days ago. Sam and Castiel reached Dean's door. Sam tried to open it but it was locked "YN, whatever you're doing in there, please stop. It won't bring dean back." Sam heard some shuffling. "I'm sorry sam, but I need to do this? It's the only way dean can be alive again." "Do what?" Sam asked trying to the pick the lock. "The mark," castiel said slowly "I should have felt it the moment I came in here." Sam remembered running into crowley the other day and knew what Castiel meant by feeling it. "YN, you can't trust crowley. How do you know crowley will bring back dean?" Sam's heart began to race. He knew what making deals with crowley got people. "Oh moose, you should really stop underestimating me. It's a big turn off." The more Sam tried to get the door down, the more he fear for your life. "YN, please dont do this! What will dean think? What do you think hes going to do when he finds out?" Sam didnt hear a response. "Damn it YN," the moment sam punched the door, the door burst open. Sam and Castiel were flung into the wall. Sam waited for the dust to clear and he saw you walking out with pitch black eyes. You walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up. Sam noticed the fresh mark on her arm. "YN," sam said softly. "You have to fight this!" He saw your eyes return to their normal color. "I'm sorry sam," you said releasing his shirt from your grip. "It had to be done. I needed dean alive again."