-your POV-

The plan was to storm the warehouse that Crowley was thought to be in. We got the information from a lower-class demon that we 'had a chat' with. Dean and I will go in the front, and Sam, Cas , and Nichole will goin the back.

I know that this sounds like the most clishé  plan ever, but that means that no one would ever suspect it.

    We were all gathered in the library discussing the plan.

  "This is a stupid plan. If we die, I'm going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault," Nichole commented.

     "That's cool, I wouldn't mind having company as a ghost," I responded.

Nichole threw a pillow at me and I fell off the couch dramaticly.

     "Quit fooling around guys, this is serious," scolded Sam.

I rolled my eyes, "sorry mom."

Sam pouted at that comment and crossed his arms.

Dean and Cas were just sitting, staring at us like we had 4 heads.

     "Shouldn't we be getting weapons and stuff?" I questioned.

Dean nodded and followed me out of the room.

     "What's wrong?" I asked Dean.

He shrugged and continued to pack various weapons into a duffle bag.

    "D.... you have to tell me, I'm your girlfriend," I joked, bumping his shoulder with mine.

     "I just have a really bad feeling, like this will blow up in our faces," Dean confessed.

     "Hey," I forced him to look at me, "we will be fine. Its not like the apocalypse will start."

I brought Dean in for a hug and squeezed him tight. I was trying to convince myself and him at the same because I have the same feeling.

He broke the embrace, "its time to go babe."

I sighed and left with him.

We reentered the library and I guess that Sam and Nichole were having their moment. Cas was nowhere in sight.

I coughed loudly to break the couple up and they gave me sheepish looks, but I just smirked.

    "We were doing the same thing in the weapons room, " I confessed.

Dean blushed a deep pink and I laughed.

Cas reappeared, "it's time."

I gulped and turned to the others, "I wanna say something. Thank you all for being the best friends that a closed-off hunter gal could wish for. I love you guys and I wanted you to know in case we don't make it back."

Nichole let a few tears slip out, "we love you too, but don't ever say that again or I might have to sock you."

"I agree," commented Cas.

Sam and Dean just nodded and looked down.

"Alright then, let's go," I commanded.

-at the warehouse bc I'm lazy-

We pile out of Baby and I pat her hoot affectionately, bye baby.

The warehouse is your typical creepy old warehouse. So unoriginal.

What surprised us is that there are no demons or anyone around the perimeter.

I have a bad feeling about this.

We stuck with the plan, Dean and I went in the front. There were no rooms in the warehouse, it was just an open space.
However, in the middle was an upside down wooden cross and a table with various jars, bottles and knives laid on it.

And the bad feeling grows.

All of a sudden, hoards and hoards of demons poured out from God knows where. We were completely surrounded in a matter of seconds.

The circle split and Crowley walked through, "hello boys and girls."

"Fuck off Crowley," Sam growled.

I looked at him in surprise, I've never heard him talk like that.

"I need the girl," he simply said.

"Yeah, well you can't have her," I sassed.

Crowley smirked and tipped his head to the demons, "that's what you think."

About 4-5 demons latched themselves onto Sam, Dean, Cas, and Nichole.

"Leave them alone!" I screamed.

The walls and floors started to shake as I got more and more angry. I could only see the people that I love being held, and that did not fly with me.

"Don't get feisty or they die," reprimanded Crowley.

I was having none of it, "listen here you tiny shit, you are going to let us go and forget that any of this happened."

Crowley laughed, "no."

He tipped his head again towards Nichole, and I had a feeling about what was going to happen next.

"NO!!" I screamed as the demon broke her neck.

Nichole's lifeless body slid to the floor and I ran over to it.

"I warned you," is all that Crowley said.

I pulled her head into my hands and stared to sob, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

I could faintly hear Sam bellow and cry.

I closed my eyes and breathed deep. You will not die in vain. Then I closed her eyes and stood up.

I couldn't feel anything. I was a shell of who I was.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your life," I calmly stated.

"Grab her. You can rough her up a little, because I only need some of her blood for the ritual," Crowley commanded.

But Crowley let slip a piece of his plan that we didn't know.

   "What ritual," I demanded.

      "The one that will start the apocalypse and kill the whole world," Crowley said simply.

Oh fuck to the no.

I started to get angry again and the warehouse started to shake again.

Crowley tutted, "didn't you learn your lesson last time?"

The shaking stopped, and he turned around, pleased.

Demons grabbed me and dragged me over to the alter.

They threw me into the cross and tied my ankles, hands, and waist to it.

    "Hunc imbrem sacrificium diabolo iratum mortalibus orbem. Veniat mors igni. invocábo sanguine proles. imbres et inferis," Crowley stared to chant.

The room started to shake, but it wasn't me.

    The boys looked around in fear. I didn't know what was happening.

Sam stuck a hand in his pocket without the demons knowing. Suddenly, he turned a stabbed one in the chest and he glowed orange.
    
    "Bad moose, and to think I might have let you live as a meat suit for one of my demons," chided Crowley.

He snapped his fingers and Sam's head twisted violently to the side as a loud snapping sound filled the room.
    
     "Sam!" screamed Dean.

I let out a bloodcurdling scream and the building practically flew apart. The walls were torn away and flew in every direction.

Crowley looked at me in surprise, "that's interesting."

Dean was sagged and sobbing in the demon's arms.

It's all my fault. It's all my fault.

Crowley continued to chant and walked over to me. In his hands was a dagger with a black blade and a gold handle.

     "hoc ferrum, feci filiam tuam sanguinem denarium ad oblacionem. veniat regnum stillabis mortale furore!" Crowley yelled.

He took the knife and slit my wrists.

My vision clouded from the blood loss, and my senses faded.

    "I love you Dean," I managed to croak out.

    "I love you too-"

But I never heard him finish because Crowley slit my throat and the world faded to red.

-no one's POV-

Dean stared at the bodies of his loved ones. He couldn't feel or acknowledge the scene around him.

The sky turned red and the ground stared to shake. The demons whooped and cheered. Crowley smirked in accomplishment.

Fire rained down from the sky and Dean finally broke away from his captors. He ran and didn't look back. He never looked back.

AN: this is not the end!!! There is one more part coming out next week. This is however, the last book. There will be no sequel, how it ends is how it ends.