Striding down the hallway of the mall, you couldn't help but smile. In your hands, you carried a couple of shopping bags, a surprise for both you and Dean.

Your anti-possession bracelet dangled on your wrist, looking pretty in the light but offering you protection as well. Dean had wanted you to get the tattoo but turns out you were allergic to the ink.

It was about time to head home, get ready to surprise Dean when he came home from visiting Jody. Dinner was already in the oven, you had just made a quick trip for the last few touches.

Rounding the corner you saw the lights flicker, something brushing against your wrist before your bracelet snapped off, falling to the ground.

"Shit," you muttered, reaching down to pick it up when a force slammed into you, quickly taking over.

"Get out! You screamed as it crowded in, pushing you back into a tiny little cage. Laughing gleefully, it snapped the door shut, its eyes a dark onyx as it stared at you.

"This is going to be so much fun," it told you gleefully before stepping away to take charge of your body.

Stuck in the little cage no bigger than a dog kennel, you banged on the steel, your hands quickly getting bruised and bloody.

The Demon ignored you, moving your body awkwardly forward, running into a wall.

From your spot locked away in your mind, you could see a couple of teenage girls staring at you curiously. "I haven't possessed anything for a while," the Demon exclaimed, sending them scurrying forward.

The Demon caught sight of a mirror, moving you forward, running your hands along your side before cupping your breasts. "I couldn't have picked a more beautiful meat suit. I can't wait to tear it apart."

You were screaming by then, your throat raw, but you didn't care. You were trying to find a way out, a way to remove the Demon before he did something you couldn't live with.

Whistling, the Demon forced your body to move, your limbs shaky and stiff. In only a couple of minutes you were at the outside door, the two young girls barely in front of you.

Smiling over at them, the Demon shoved them into the alleyway, their heels catching on the rough pavement, knocking them to the ground. They screamed, their eyes wide as they stared up at you in horror.

The glee the Demon was feeling radiated inside you as you screamed louder than the girls, hoping to break free from his grasp. "Don't you dare do anything," you threatened, but you were nothing more than an annoying fly in the Demons ear.

Only minutes later you were standing at the side or your car, sticky with blood. It dripped down your arms, pooling into the bags you still carried.

It had already started congealing on your face, looking more like freckles.

"That was fun," the Demon exclaimed, sliding into your car just as your phone buzzed in your pocket. Reaching down, you held the phone in your hand, your movements out of your control. "Dean? Is this the infamous Dean Winchester texting you? My, I've gotten extremely lucky haven't I?"

From your cage inside your mind, you could read the text, your blood running cold. Dean was on his way home. The had texted telling you he would be another hour out. "Don't you dare...," you started to threaten but the Demon easily cut you off.

"Oh but I do dare," he taunted. "I'm in control now, and I'm going to ruin your life."

With those parting words, he started your car, turning towards the bunker, following your memories.

Sinking to the ground, you wrapped your arms around your knees, tears of frustration and fear trickling down your cheeks, landing on your Jean's. You couldn't believe this had happened. You wanted to warn Dean, but you had no idea how. Dean had told you that some people could fight possession, but you weren't sure you were strong enough.

The Demon hummed as he used your body to steer the car, parking it in the garage. You tried as hard as you could to stop him as he strode down the hallway, your boots loud on the tile.

"Hmm, is this your room? He asked, stepping into the room you shared with Dean. "This will do nicely."

He placed around the room, running your fingers along your items, knocking some off without a care in the world. It wasn't until he came to your favorite knife that he finally slowed down. "This should do nicely."

Settling down on the end of the bed, he pulled your flannel shirt away from your body, tossing it on the floor before toeing off your boots and then your jeans. You shook with fear and anger, your jaw clenched tight as you tried to figure out the Demon's plan. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to end well for you.

"I still remember being a human," the Demon muttered inside your head as he ran the blade along your skin. "I was a medical examiner. Cutting up bodies, taking out their insides before sewing them back up so they could go in the ground. It was unforgiving work. They never complained, never made a sound. I hated it. I wanted to know what it felt like. How deep the blade had to go before they screamed. How much blood they would lose before they couldn't lose anymore."

You wanted to pull away, to fight. But he was in your head, controlling your movements, so you felt the first sting as he pressed the blade deep into your thigh. "I know each and everyone of the veins and artieries that run through a body. Which will bleed out fast, which will do only a little damage. This one, it hurts, but that's it."

"Stop it!" You screamed, almost pushing open the cage as he moved the knife up. "Uh, uh," he chasistized you before shoving the knife deep into your belly. Pain, white hot and blinding slammed through your body, your mind flashing a bright white as you tried to fight against the pain.

"It hurts, doesn't it? But I missed every single vital organ," he explained, pulling the knife out, running his fingers through the blood as it poured out. "But it will bleed out if you don't get medical attention."

You were crying now, your side burning. But that's not what brought the tears. It was the thought that you weren't going to make it through this. That you hadn't been able to warn Dean. The Demon hummed to himself, never feeling the pain as he dug the knife into your skin. The white sheets underneath you had turned red, your body sticky with your blood.

You were getting woozy, even though you knew that with the Demon inhabitating your body, you wouldn't die. Not until he slipped from your body. You would be there when Dean arrived, another nightmare for you to face.

And it sounded like it was coming sooner than you had expected. You heard the roar of the Impala before it shut off, the garage door being pushed open. "Y/N?" Dean called out, only moments away from finding you like this.

"As much as I want to make Dean pay, I think it's time for me to go," the Demon whispered, fear suddenly lacing his voice at the thought of facing the infamous hunter. "But before I go there is one more thing I need to do."

Once more he picked up the knife, dragging it deeply across your wrist. It burned, but you were almost used to that buy now. Blood welled up, pooling over, a move that would definitely end you once he finished posessing your body. "Goodbye my darling. Thank you for the educational evening."

Suddenly your mouth was forced open, black smoke billowing out and you were once again in control of your body. But it still refused to move, weak from the wounds inflicted by your own hand. Tears slipped down your cheek as the door was pushed open, Dean throwing his bag on the ground as he stepped inside. "You'll never believe the hunt we just finished. It was...Y/N?" He called out, his face turning ashen as he noticed the state you were in. "Y/N!" He screamed, coming to your side, staring in disbelief at the blood surrounding your body. "Sam! Get in here! Cas, I need you buddy!"

Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to stop the bleeding from your wrist. "Y/N, sweetie, what happened?"

"Demon," you whispered, your eyes wanting to close. "My bracelet...it's gone,"

Rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes just as Sam came running into the room. "What the hell happened. Y/N couldn't have...," he didn't finish his sentence as he came to the other side of the bed.

"No, it was a Demon," Dean confirmed. "One that won't be alive much longer. But help me!"

You reached over, squeezing his hand. "Dean, I love you," your words were only a whisper. Another tear slipped down your cheek before your head rolled to the side, the pain no more.

"Y/N!" Dean yelled, taking his hand from yours, pressing them to your neck. "Sam, do something!"

"Dean, she's gone," Sam said, while you stared down at yourself, quickly understanding where you were. You were in the in between. You could stay here, as a ghost, or a Reaper would guide you on to the afterlife. You just had a decision to make.

You watched as Dean placed his head on your stomach, tears slipping down his cheek as he squeezed your hand. "No, she can't be gone. I...I just...,"

"It's time," the Reaper spoke beside you. "I'm sorry, but you've...,"

You shook your head, interrupting her. "I've died. And it's time to go on to Heaven. I am going to Heaven, right?"

"I'm not here to tell you that," she answered, holding her hand out. "But you have a choice to make. Stay here and slowly turn mad. Or you can go with me."

You knew the right move. You should go with her, to your Heaven where hopefully Dean would someday meet you. But seeing him there, so heartbroken. You couldn't leave him. Not yet.