"I am gonna make you suffer– unimaginably."
I winced as Magnus slid the knife across Sam's skin. The younger Winchester's hiss of pain was almost inaudible over the sound of chains rustling together and the cuffs falling from my wrists. I slid around the column, my hand automatically reaching out for Dean– who was chained up on the other side.
With a sickening thud, I looked up to see him with the now bloody blade as he stood over Magnus' headless body. I immediately rushed over and began to untie Sam so we could all get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Sam put his hand over mine and I looked up to see Dean glaring at Crowley from the corner of his eye.
"Dean?" Sam's voice was cautious as we saw this new side of him. He turned his head and his eyes instantly snapped back to the blade.
An adrenaline type feeling began to course through my veins and I was suddenly fueled with anger and a lust for bloodshed as I gripped Sam's wrist extremely tightly. "Sam," I growled lowly, "You need to get that blade away from him, now."
Dean raised the blade slightly, his hand shaking as he kept his soulless eyes glued to it.
"Dean? Hey, it's over. He's dead," Sam looked worriedly between the blade and his brother, "Drop the blade."
I watched as he clenched his jaw and his mouth started to twitch like a hungry animal. His eyes turned cold– losing all emotion and color as the urge for a hunt grew stronger within him. Numbly, I took a step forward as his lip curled back, like a predator getting ready to pounce.
"Dean."
"Ashley… I'm not sure if you should do that."
Ignoring him, I took another step towards the love of my life, "Dean, drop it." He tilted his head slightly like he heard me, but didn't do anything else.
"Dean–" I put my hand on his shoulder and he reacted instantly. He shoved me back up against a wall, his free hand pinning my shoulder and the other holding the blade across my throat. A bolt of sheer terror shot down my spine as he looked at me through dead eyes.
"DEAN!" I barely heard Sam shout, "DROP. THE. BLADE."
He continued to stare at me, unfazed, with the same blank look in his eyes. I gulped, holding back a whimper as my throat pressed against the edge of the bone. "Dean," I started to reach up slowly as I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible, "Dean, baby, this isn't you. Just stop and let go of it, alright?"
He blinked and looked confusedly between me and the blade as my hand brushed over his. "C'mon," I moved my hand to his fingers curled around the handle, "Just let go of it, Dean."
His brows knit together as he loosened his grip, "Ashley?"
Taking the blade fully in my hand, I tossed it off to the side and let out a shaky sigh of relief. I didn't even have time to look back up at him before I was being lifted up. I locked my legs around his waist and buried my face against his neck as he hugged me as tight as humanly possible. He kissed the crook of my neck as my breathing turned ragged. "Shit, Angel. Angel, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Ashley. It's okay now," he murmured softly as I desperately fisted his jacket in an attempt to pull myself closer to him.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I pressed my face against his neck. All I could see was his cold, dead eyes staring at me with the sharp bone threating my neck. The animalistic expressions on his face as his lip curled back– the desire that flowed through him to rip everyone in the room to pieces. He wasn't my Dean anymore. Cain's fucking mark made sure of that, and I was going to make him pay for it, too. It was changing him into something dangerous. This thing didn't just leave a mark on his arm; it went down and scarred his very soul with the brand of a killer.
