"Y/N!" Dean exclaimed, right before you saw him racing down the stairs, a little blood at his lip, but nothing serious. It was hard, schooling your features so he didn't notice anything was wrong. That you were literally trembling on the inside, knowing that going with your parents would definitely end up with you dead. But it was a better alternative than Dean, and Sam being hurt or killed.

"Down here"! You exclaimed, as the Demon possessing your Dad came forward, whispering in your ear.

"Remember. Play your part, and no one gets hurt. We'll even let your parents go, even though they aren't any better than us."

"Y/N, is everyone okay?" Dean asked, stopping at the bottom of the stairs, glancing around the room. Your "parents" were leaning against each other, great actors already. The two dead bodies were off to the side, and you stood in the middle, shaking slightly.

"Yeah. It's over." You answered him, as he came forward, reaching forward to wrap his arm around you before thinking better with your parents right there. Instead he stood next to you, staring carefully at your parents.

"Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I'm so glad you are safe." He said nicely, even though you could hear him gritting his teeth next to you.

"Thanks to you, and our wonderful daughter." The Demon played your father, and you saw Dean narrowing his eyes.

"Let's get out of here. Please." You whispered to Dean, reaching down and taking his hand. If you were sending him off, you wanted some sort of contact before you would never see him again.

Surprised at the contact, Dean's eyes widened before he squeezed your hand, giving you the comfort you so desperately needed. Letting him lead you up the stairs, your parents followed, Sam and Cas standing outside already. Joining them, you stayed by Dean as your parents stood off to the side, where their car was still parked. Cas glanced over at them, his eyes widening for a moment, and you wondered if he could see the Demons lingering inside.

Nervously nibbling on your lip, you saw your Dad narrowing his eyes at you, and you knew it was time to sever all bonds. Trying to keep the tears at bay, you pulled on Dean's hand, and he glanced down at you, a big smile on his face. "We did it!" He exclaimed. "Now we can truly start all over once again."

"Dean, about that." You started, carefully picking your words. "I'm sorry, but I can't."

"What do you mean?" He asked, his expression carefully guarded as he waited for you to continue.

"Dean, the past couple of days have been amazing. For sure the best days since we were separated all those years ago. But it can't last. It was fun, but it needs to end now." You told him, breaking your own heart as well as his.

"But Y/N it doesn't. If this is about your parents, screw them!" He exclaimed, and you glanced back nervously to see your Dad stepping forward, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"It's not." You assured him. "I just don't see this thing between us going anywhere, and I'm going to give my parents a second chance. Dean, please, don't fight this. It's over. You'll go your way, we'll go our way."

With his jaw clenching, he reached up, cupping your cheeks. With words so soft you barely even heard him, he pressed his lips to your neck. "Y/N, promise you would tell me if you're in some sort of trouble. We can work this out."

"Dean, I'm not in any trouble. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm done. I don't feel that way for you anymore. I want to leave, to be gone from you, and from Sam." You replied, hammering the final nail into the coffin of your relationship. You could see the words had their desired effect. Pulling back, Dean acted as if he had been shot. With a pale face, he frowned down at you.

"Then I won't keep you. Go, live with your parents who have always treated you like crap instead of having the type of life you deserved. Because we could have been happy Y/N. I hope you will always regret this." He threatened, before turning and walking down the driveway to where the Impala was still parked. Sam glanced between you and his brother, before turning and following Dean, with Cas right behind.

With their faces pointing the other direction, you finally let the tears fall, knowing you had just passed up your final chance at happiness. But you would do it over and over again if it assured that Dean was out of harm's way.

"That's my girl." Your Mom said, grabbing you roughly by the upper arm, pulling you behind her. "We're going to have so much fun!"

Shoving you into the back of their car, they climbed in the front, laughing maniacally. "What do you have plan?" You asked, as they gunned their car, traveling down the gravel driveway before peeling out onto the main road, past a surprised Dean. Staring out the window, you knew the exact moment he caught your tear stricken face. Cussing inwardly, you knew that part of your plan had just been foiled by your own emotions. Emotions that you had been so good at hiding until he had come roaring back into your life.

"The usual things. Death, destruction. Oh, and the Death of those you hold dear." Your father answered as he swerved in and out of traffic.

"But you promised!" You exclaimed, watching as your Mom turned around, a huge smile on her face.

"And when do you listen to a Demon. Really, I thought your parents would have taught you better. We're going to use you as bait, and finally kill off Sam and Dean once and for all. And you will be to blame for it. Won't it be lovely?"

Struggling against the door, ready to jump out of the moving vehicle and take your chances, your Mom climbed over her seat, her hands reaching around your throat. It wouldn't be the first time your Mom had laid hands on you, but this time she had much more strength behind it. Quickly your vision faded, and no matter how hard you fought, darkness slowly overtook you.

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