Part two out of fifteen

They send me away to find them a fortune. A chest filled with diamonds and gold
The house was awake with shadows and monsters
The hallways they echoed and groaned

Dean was awake in the bunker. Thoughts ran through his mind, mostly about you. Sure he could cure you from vampirism but you would mostly hate him. The least likely thing he would have thought that would happened that night was someone entering the bunker. Of course, not knowing who it was he grabbed his gun and held it securely in his hand.

"Don't shoot!"

You.

You stood with your hands up in the air. Dean looked at you, the only light he was able to see you was from the kitchen he was in pity eating pie. His face soften but his gun still aimed at you. There in the atmosphere was no evil no bad you just the same feeling that Dean loved. That excited vibe he got.

I sat alone, in bed 'til the morning
I'm crying, "They're coming for me"

"Please Dean, don't shoot!"

He lowered the gun and you let out a sigh of relief. You lowered your hands and sighs again. You looked at him sadly and of course he couldn't help himself. Dean wrapped his string arms around you. He felt how cold you were, once letting go the long hug. He saw that you looked like you haven't had any sleep.

"I'm human, Dean. Nog a vampire, I've been cured." You explained softly, Dean smiles, "but I have nightmares."

Dean frowned. Nightmares, he grew up having nightmares. From his mother dying, nightmares that had Sam in it wither killed or lost. Nightmares that Cas was either killing him or something related. Nightmares that you were dead in. They were horrible and honestly Dean understood, he understood you and how you felt.

"I didn't mean to do what I did at that party, I was angry and..."

"I know, (y/n), don't worry."

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind's like a deadly disease

You started to cry as you already had started to imagine your nightmare. You spilled everything to Dean because you knew Dean. Dean would help you, Dean would understand. Everything from start to end. Those horrid nightmares, rare hallucinations. Constant overwhelming feeling that something was going to happen. You felt jumpy.

"Dean... There's a bad side of me and a good side of me. I can't control the other side." You cried, "It says stuff to me. Bad things, like I have the urge to kill, the urge to hear innocent people scream for the lives, to beg. I have a needing feeling to see blood. I can't control it."

I'm bigger than my body. I'm colder than this home
I'm meaner than my demons. I'm bigger than these bones

Yes, you were strong. You were strong enough to balance the good and the evil within yourself, you are strong that you're able to restrain yourself from doing horrible things and stopping yourself from seeing the horrors.

But at times you would become cold. Cold hearted, like you didn't care. Like you hated the place that surrounded you. You became mean, rude. Teasing was a big part of the new you. Those stupid taunts and tease that makes the other person shiver. You loved that reaction because god you know it makes them afraid. It makes them scared, what can a small fragile girl do?

Oh many many horrible things.

And all the kids cried out,
"Please stop, you're scaring me"

You sat down in the kitchen with Dean. Your head on his shoulder, you had finally calmed down. You sighed thinking about the good thinks but somehow your mind drifted away as your sweet smile was replaced by a sadistic smile. Dean notices and pulls away, looking alarm.

"(Y/n), stop what ever you think you're doing. You're scaring me."

Now, Dean scared?

"Really Dean? One sob story from my sweet mouth and you crumble?" You laugh as you stood up, "Oh, Dean you've gone weak, have a soft spot for dear me? I mean old dear me?"

Dean looked at you with hatred, "You're lying." Dean didn't want to believe it, "You're just acting."

You laughed, not a soft ring with excitement flowing along but a laughter that was killer. Dean looked at you, scared p. Scared for you, he didn't care for himself. He just cared about you.

"I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?"

Dean stepped back as you spoke with venom lacing your poisonous words. Dean sucked up a breath. This wasn't you, god no. This wasn't the girl he fell in love with. This wasn't his girlfriend. This was a demon. This was hell in a body. This was torture.

"Oh Deany boy!" You taunted, "What? Don't you like my new look?"

Dean didn't respond, you huffed and pouted like a little kid. You folded your arms and raised an eyebrow. Dean used to find that adorable, crazily adorable then after he mention it you would go berserk on him and tell him that you were not adorable. But Dean didn't melt into that softness again, his eyes harden.

"You know I don't know what I really am. I'm not a vampire because I am human but I have supernatural abilities?" You ponder for a bit which gave time Dean to grab his gun and aim at you, "Now Dean, would you really shot me?"

"He might not but I would."

You turned around to see the long haired Winchester, who also held a gun at you, you smile and clapped your hands making the brothers awfully confused. You let out a giggled again, you licked your lips and rolled your eyes.

I paced around for hours, on empty. I jumped at the slightest of sounds
And I couldn't stand the person inside me, I turned all the mirrors around

A playful smirk mocked the boys as mischief and evil danced in your eyes, Sam didn't really want to shoot you. You were his sister, you are his sister and nothing will give him the power to shoot you.

"You seemed conflicted there, Samuel, mind sharing with me?"

Sam was pulled out of thought, his jaw locked and his hand stiffened as he held the gun. You pouted and sighs, defeated. Sam wasn't going to share secrets, but he used to. All the time, he would tell you anything and you would do the same back.

"Whatever. I just don't understand how you can't like the new me! I like the new me! You know why? Because the new me is better, the old me was pathetic. I scare you two, the greatest hunter cannot take me down. What a pity, you should have been in a normal life a long time ago."

Sam looked at Dean, Dean looked back. No words could explain what was happening.

"The new me is better because I can take Team Free Will and Crowley down, back where you all should belong. I am going to finish what should happen ages ago."

I'm well acquainted (I've grown familiar)
With villains that live in my bed
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead

Of course, you were now sort of immortal. You couldn't die because, well damn, if the two greatest hunters can't take you down then who can? Lucifer would on your side anyway, you cause havoc and Lucifer likes that. Where is Michael? Oh he's not that helpful anyway. Plus Gabriel is dead so who can stop you?

God?

I heard he went away, abandoned the angels in the time they need him. You heard that he didn't care. So what really is going to stop you? That may seem hard but it was the easiest question after you know the answer. What really is going to stop you?

Yourself.

Now what were you saying to the boys? Ah, yes. Where do think those boys should? But more importantly, what were you going to finish off? What needed finishing off that should have ended ages ago?

"Your death."

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I have fallen into the trap, I decided that I am doing the whole album, deluxe version, because I am halsey trash.