Cries In The Night PT. 3
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Screams woke you from the recurring nightmare. You sat up in bed only to find the screams were coming from you.
“Y/N? Hey, baby, it’s okay.” Dean’s arms went around you, but this time, you pushed him away. “Baby?”
“I can’t do this, Dean.”
“What are you talking about?”
You body trembled from the left over terror as you climbed out of bed. Padding across the floor, you went to the window that overlooked the parking lot.
“Y/N, you can talk to me. I wanna help. But I can’t unless you tell me what’s going on.”
He was right. You knew it. It had been two days since the confrontation with the demon and you hadn’t said a word about it. All Sam and Dean knew was that it had been a false alarm and the demon had never showed. No one had died that night.
“Dean, I-I’m scared. Terrified actually.”
“Of what?”
You turn to face him. His green eyes hold such concern and love that you feel like melting. You jump onto the bed and throw yourself into his arms. Sobs burst from your chest like overly held back flood waters.
“I was six when my mom died,” you wept. “I heard my baby sister crying in her room and thought it odd Mom hadn’t gotten up with her. So I went in and found a man standing by her crib. When I called out, he vanished and I looked up in time to see my mom on the ceiling before she burst into flames.
“No one ever believed me. People said I had dreamt it. Some said I made it up to explain her death. But it did happen.”
“Just like our mom.”
“Yeah. I guess that’s why I became a hunter. A man in town heard about my story and he believed me. He taught me everything I know.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about all of this? I would’ve understood.”
You didn’t doubt it for a second. “I wasn’t ready to relive it myself. The nightmares are so real. So terrifying, that talking about it might make them real again some how. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“They’re just dreams, Y/N. What happened to your mom was a long time ago. It’s done.”
You shivered as you sat up and looked Dean in the eye. “Tonight, I didn’t dream about my mom. I dreamt about you.”
“What?!”
Dean crossed his arms, a look sour enough to beat a lemon. “That’s what she said.”
Sam shook his head, looking over at you in disbelief. “But you said it was a false alarm!”
“I was scared, okay? I’m sorry. It isn’t everyday that I have one-on-one conversations with demons.”
“So he challenged you?”
“Dared me, is more like it. He doesn’t think I have what it takes to hunt him down.”
“And you won’t either.” Dean stated firmly.
“What?”
“Y/N, the creep is strong enough to escape a devil’s trap. Who knows how strong he really is, but I’m guessing pretty dang strong. I can’t let you take on something like that.”
“This demon killed our moms.” you argue. “We can’t just sit by and let him escape. We need to end him.”
“No, it’s too dangerous.”
“Dean,” Sam interjected, looking just as angry as you felt. “she’s right. He killed Mom. And Y/N’s mom. He has to be stopped.”
“Sam, I said no.” Dean held up a hand to stop any further arguing. “That’s it. It’s done.”
Later that day, you went for a walk to try and clear your head. It didn’t help much. After twenty minutes, you were back at the motel. As you went to open the door, you heard the boys’ voices coming from inside.
“Dean, it’s not like you to back down from a fight.” Sam stilled sounded angry. “You’ve wanted to kill this thing just as bad as I have. Why won’t you end this?”
“I have my reasons, Sammy.”
“What reasons? Huh?”
“Y/N, for one.”
“What about her. She wants this thing dead too.”
“Have you seen her lately? She’s terrified.”
“If I could remember what happened to Mom, I’d probably be scared too.”
“No, Sam. You haven’t heard her scream at night. Watched her wake up crying hysterically. Held her as her body shakes from fear. Held her and tried to comfort her, but there’s nothing you can do.”
There was a long pause.
“I’m sorry, Dean. I had no idea how bad it was for her. For both of you.”
“There is no way I’m gonna put her through more.”
“Don’t you think closure might help, though. Putting an end to nightmare might make it go away completely.”
Dean sighed and you could imagine him shaking his head. “Yeah. Y/N would want to see this thing through. She’d want to hunt him. She’d want to prove that she’s a good hunter. But Sam, I can’t risk losing her. You’ve seen her. She’s not stable. The fear makes her weak and the demon could possess her. He could torture her or even me by forcing me to kill her to kill him.”
Goosebumps dotted your flesh as you stepped away from the door without entering. Dean had a valid point. You were at your weakest when it came to the demon. And he’d possess you in the blink of an eye to torture you.
But standing by was not an option. The demon had challenged you. Labeled you as weak. Pride alone had to be preserved. You would end the demon, or die trying.
Nothing was said about your listening in to Sam and Dean’s conversation. It became business as usual and you were glad for that. No one noticed the preparations you had begun.
You read up on demons till your eyes were bloodshot and you hadn’t slept in two days. You practiced drawing better traps and symbols to ward off demons. You started hitting the gym early in the morning and going for runs with Sam before bed. You talked Dean into little dates at the shooting range where you practiced your skills.
Neither brother was suspicious. You did it all without them seeing and made up good excuses to throw them off the trail. Sam was happy because he had a workout buddy. Dean was more than pleased to go on dates to the shooting range or answering any questions you might have about hunting.
Sleep was another story. Nightmares were still re-occurring, and you had slept-walked outside where Dean found you crying in the parking lot. He knew now what the nightmares were about and did his best to comfort you. But there was nothing to be done. Nothing, but end the demon to put an end to the fear.
Besides gaining muscle and knowledge, you had begun to work hard at hiding your fear. When the panic arose, you practiced little tricks to take your mind off of it, or to make it seem smaller than it was. It didn’t always work, but it helped.
After four months, you were ready. You told Dean you were going to see a friend and took Sam’s rental. Driving out into the country, you wanted to be as far away from the boys as possible. The demon would surely try to use them to get to you and that just couldn’t happen.
An abandoned barn fifteen minutes outside of town was the perfect place. You got to work right away getting the building ready. A sophisticated devil’s trap on the floor drawn in black spray paint. You covered the trap with dirt so it wouldn’t be detected. Several other traps were drawn and a gallon jug of holy water were placed where you could grab it.
Near the floor trap, your built a summoning altar. Anticipation and fear caused your hands to tremble as you lit the candles. It had taken you those four months to gather all that it would take to summon the demon. A few times you’d worried Sam or Dean would notice the odd ingredients.
All was ready. You spoke the words of the summoning spell from heart. And uttered the name you never thought you use.
“Azael, I summon you.” Crickets were the only sound. “I swear if you don’t show up, you sorry son-of-a-” The candles flickered and a shadow appeared outside the barn. You stood up and squared your shoulders.
“I must say, you made good time.” Azael praised, walking into the building like he was walking into a bar. “I didn’t think you’d have the guts to face me for some time.”
“Well, you didn’t give me a deadline. I took the challenge seriously.”
“I’ll say. Get a load of that altar.” He smiled. His yellow eyes were focused on you as he sauntered forward. “Pro level right there.”
Your heart hammered in your chest as he walked closer and closer. The trap was just a few feet away.
“I thought you’d be impressed.”
“Oh, I am. Even more impressed that your little boys aren’t here. You came all on your own, like a big girl. I am im-”
“Y/N!”
Your heart ceased to beat when Sam and Dean ran in. Dean’s face was filled with terror when he saw you and the demon only feet apart. He moved to run toward you, but he was flung against the wall and held there by an invisible force. Sam also was sent to the other wall, their guns clattering to the floor.
Azael turned back to you, clicking his tongue. “Aw, and I actually begun to think you could do this on your own.”
“No, this is between you and me. I didn’t bring them here.” You had started to tremble, but managed to keep it inside. Your exterior was unmoving and straight.
“Yeah, but they’re here now. Such a shame too. I hadn’t prepared anything for them tonight. Oh well, a little improvisation and the night can still be fun.”
“Leave them out of it.”
With a whoosh, Azael was beside you, leaning in close so his lips were almost touching your ear. “And miss the chance to torture you? I don’t think so.” He inhaled your scent, making a big show of sniffing your hair and neck. Dean struggled against the force holding him.
“Mmm,” Azael breathed so only you could hear. “I can smell the fear on you. It’s so strong, any demon within a hundred miles can sense it. You can train all you want, study all you can, but you can never get rid of the fear that controls you.”
“Y-yes, I can. I’m not afraid of you.”
“But you are.” He ran a finger along the back of your neck, causing you to shiver despite yourself. “You fear me more than anything. That’s why you came alone tonight.”
Azael stepped away from you, moving to the middle of the barn. He raised his voice so the brothers could hear.
“You see, you’re not afraid of death. You’re not afraid of what I can do to you, or you wouldn’t even have tried to see me again. No, you’re afraid of what I can do. What I can do to him,” he pointed to Sam with a dramatic flourish of his hand.
“But most of all, him.” Azael turned to Dean, a smile on his face. “Our pretty boy there means more to you than anything else, doesn’t he? Don’t bother answering that, we all know it’s true. If anything should happen to him...” He shrugged. “What would you do?”
You stared in horror at him, unable to speak. Your legs like lead as Azael cocked his head to the side as if pondering a deep thought.
“What would you do?” he repeated. “Well, let’s find out.”
Dean let out a cry as something invisible sliced at his chest. You could see the fabric of his shirt tear and a deep wound appear. Blood trickled down his chest as he cried out in pain.
A scream echoed in the barn, but you didn’t know it was yours until Sam told you later. You lunged at Azael, throwing yourself at him. It didn’t take him by surprise and he pushed you to the ground. Dean was still yelling as more wounds were inflicted.
You grabbed one of the boys’ guns from the floor and fired a few rounds at the demon. It didn’t phase him much, but he turned to you instead of Dean.
“All right, let’s see what you’ve got.”Instead of using his supernatural powers, Azael used physical strength with you. The two of you fought, throwing punches, wrestling, and working hard to knock the other’s lights out. After several minutes, it was clear you couldn’t injure him enough to do serious damage. He landed a punch to your face that made everything go dark for a few seconds. You fell to the floor and panted as he advanced towards you.
Suddenly, he stopped. He raised a hand as if to touch an obstacle in his way and the expression on his face quickly turned to anger.
“What the-?”
You actually laughed, rising to your feet to look him in the face. “Like it? I made it just for you.”
Sam grunted as he pulled away from the wall, but Dean just dropped to the floor like a dead body. You started to run to him, but Dean called out weakly, “No, finish him. End it, Y/N.”
You struggled to turn and face Azael instead of going to Dean. He was glowering at you with his yellow eyes. He kept trying to break the force that held him, but there was no escaping.
This time, you didn’t reach for the book of prayers. You locked eyes with Azael and began the exorcism from memory. He began to flinch, then fight the powerful words.
“ Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos,”
“Stop.” Azael growled.
“Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus,”
“Enough.”
“Y/N, Dean needs help!” Sam cried from behind you. Your focus shifted and Azael started to grin at your lack of concentration. It was a hard fight to shut out Sam’s panicked voice and focus only on the demon before you.
“Ut coven tuam secura tibi libertate servire facias-”
“Take me out, Dean dies.”
Panic welled up inside you.
“That’s right. Let that good old fear set in.” Azael was doubled over as if trying to cling to him mortal body. “If you send me back to Hell, Dean won’t have a chance.”
“Benedictus Deus,”
“I am not fooling, Y/N.” Azael was groaning as he tried to cling to this world. “You want your husband to die? You want his death to be on your hands?”
“Gloria Patri,”
Tears well up in your eyes as you realize that this could indeed kill Dean. Your breath caught and the words stuck in your throat.
Azael was panting hard and it would only take four words to finish him. To finish Dean. “God forgive me. Benedictus Dea,”
“Y/N, NO!” Sam yelled.
“Matri gloria.”
There was a loud shout from Azael as his spirit form burst from his body and ascended into a red flash. Then stillness. He was gone. The nightmare was over. It was finished.
“Y/N! He’s not breathing!” Sam’s cries whirled you around and you ran to where he was crouching over his brother.
Dean’s body was so still, it looked as though he were dead. Blood soaked his clothes and the ground beneath him.
“No, no, no,” you moaned, dropping to your knees and placing an ear to his torn chest. “No, Dean, no. You’re ok. Open your eyes.”
You couldn’t find a pulse and quickly started going through the motions of doing CPR. “Breathe. Just breathe. Come back.”
Sam was dialing 911 beside you.
“It’s ok. It’s over, Dean, you’re ok.” You pumped his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Wake up. Please wake up.”
You kissed his face, disregarding the blood. “Don’t do this to me.” You were crying in earnest now. “Don’t do this to me, Dean, don’t do this to me!”
He remained motionless. You picked him up by the shoulders and pulled his head to your chest. “I love you. I love you so much. Come back.”
“Y/N,” Sam choked. “Y/N, he’s gone.”
“No! No, he’s not. Dean, come back. Please.” You laid him back down and resumed life support. “Don’t leave me. You can’t. I won’t let you.”
As you pressed your lips to his to breathe air into his lungs, he gave a choked cough. He inhaled sharply, his chest rising with the breath.
“Sam! Sammy, he’s back!” you cried.
Dean’s green eyes opened and when they saw you, he cracked a weak smile. “Hey, baby.”
You burst into a fresh flood tears and hugged him tight. He groaned when you put pressure on his chest, but that didn’t stop either of you. Your tears wet his cheeks as you kissed as though it had been years since the last one.
“It’s over, Dean,” you gasped in between kisses. “It’s finally over.”
“You did it. I’m so proud of you.”