The box was filled to the rim with required objects.
A picture of myself.
Some graveyard dirt.
And a bone from a black cat.
I dug a hole, put the box in it, and covered it up.

He squeezed my hand, reassuring me that everything is going to be okay.
I looked up at his worried eyes.
His dirty blonde hair was wet with sweat.
Dry blood smeared his face.
Hands dirty from saving me from them.
From the other demons.

A man appeared.
He came out of no where.
His pale skin blended with his cream-colored suit.
Oddly, he was wearing a red tie.
Dean squeezed my hand even tighter, never letting go.

"What would you like, little lady" asked the man with a creepy grin.
"Money, talent, or fame?"
None of these things seemed appealing to me.
Just the one thing I wanted.

I shook my head no.
I looked up at Dean.
He looked down at me with eyes that said "Don't do it."
But he knew he could never force me to do anything.
He would love me to pieces no matter what I chose.
It's what cousins do.
"Well?" Said the demon.

"Dean" I said.
"Yes?"
"I love you and hope you never hate me for what I'm about to do."
"I would never think of it."
I looked at the demon and took my last breath as a human.

The last thing I remember is the last thing Dean whispered into my ear.
"I will love you no matter what you choose, cousin."