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Comfort From Dean

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     You step back as the satanic creature bellows and humongous roar. A stream of black smoke escapes from the demon's mouth and you sigh. Today has been hard work, ever since the apparent "gates of hell" we're opened. Demons were crawling everywhere in Red Lodge, Montana, and it was up to you to kill them.

     "Another day, another 100 demons." You sarcastically mumble to yourself. Carelessly, you pick up your demon blade and holy water. Just as you were about to leave the old abandoned house, you feel a whoosh of wind behind you.

     You slowly stop in your tracks and turn on your heels to discover what laid behind you.

     A ginger, curly haired woman stand there with an evil smirk on her face.

    "What a wonderful surprise you have you here, Y/N."

     "Abbadon." You mumble through your teeth, it was not a pleasant sight to see one of your worst enemies in the same house as you.

    "What do you want?" You said, with rage filled in your voice.

     "I heard you made a deal with some type of King to bring me down. Perhaps, the king of hell?"

     You stiffened at the last sentence. You did make a deal with Crowley. You both despised Abbadon, so it was a win win. You help Crowley with weapons, and he fills you on information on the red-headed knight of hell.

     "So," Abbadon continued, " I decided, why not kill some puny humans that are trying to get in my way?" She said with a cackle.

     The knight began to slowly walk toward me when SLAM! The front door of the old, creaky house was busted down. A cloud of dust and dirt flew around the room. Then two tall men wearing flannel fast-walked through the wooden entrance with their guns pointed ahead and alert.

     "Winchesters!" You exclaimed as Sam and Dean turned towards you and Abbadon. Both or their faces dropped and they lowered their guns.

     "WINCHESTERS!" Abbadon screeched, her voice filled with delight. "What a wonderful surprise to see you two lovers!"

     Dean rolled his eyes, but still sensitively said, "Look, we aren't looking for trouble. So if you can hand the girl to us, everything will go nice and smooth for you."

     "Nice try, Squirell, she is coming with me."

     "I didn't want to have to do this." Dean sighed as he pulled out a blade that looked like part of a jaw of an animal with teeth on the edge.

     Abbadon look surprised and delighted as she gawked at the blade.

     "The first blade, nice." She said with a laugh, " but that won't be enough for you to handle what comes next."

     She snapped her fingers and Sam exploded into a million bit and pieces.

     In unison, both you and Dean screech in horror at the scene. Dean looks at you with sad eyes. Once he sees your pained look, he gets in action.

     Dean and Abbadon are swinging fists and weapons in fight, Dean is doing good, but he is not able to handle the Knights power.

     Abbadon flings his body across the room, against a wall, where the poor man is knocked unconscious.

     You look at Abbadon with worry.

     "Oh sweetie, don't worry about him. You should be more concerned about your self." She clarifies as she looks into you E/C eyes with an evil smile.

     Then, as almost in slow motion, she takes a small dagger out from her back pocket.

     "See you in hell" She evilly whispers into you ear as you feel an unbearable sharp pain in your  chest.

     You slowly bow down your head to look at your chest. Abbadon starts to laugh and the horror on your face as you peer down at your wound.

     The small dagger is deep in your chest and your whole front is soaked with blood.

      "Well, gotta zoom." Abbadon exclaims as she snaps her fingers and disappears into thin air.

     The room starts to spin and you notice Dean is limping toward you, screaming your name.

     Before you know it, you flopped down on the floor, with a killer headache.

    "Y/N, hey, hey, look at me," Dean soothingly says as the pull you on his lap. Tears streamed down his face as he longingly stared into your eyes.

     "I'm  sorry this had to happen." Dean exclaimed and he started to choke up," It shouldn't end like this."

     You cough up a glob of blood and shiver. "Well, at least it wasn't from anything weak." You say as you laugh but stop, because a sharp pain shot through your spine and you cringed.

     "Dean, tell your boyfriend that I'm going to miss him." I say with a smile, "don't forget Bobby."

     But your happiness soon fades, as the darkness is starting to get closer and you are loosing consciousness. A tear streams down your face.

    "Calm down, it's all gonna be okay." Dean says smoothly and reassuringly.

     You started to say something, but he hushed you. He started to rock you back and forth on his knees and sang:

Hey Jude, don't make it bad, there's a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better.

You smiled, it was your favorite song that you and Dean used to listen and dance to as kids.

You looked into Deans deep hazel eyes and smiled as you started to drift away as he hit he notes so perfectly and purely.

Just as you started to drift fully away, you heard Dean whisper in you ear, "I love you"