Hey guys so here's a more detailed summary:

Sam and Dean get rescued by a group of mysterious hunters. They discover that they belong to an elite and secret society. The same one that they belong to in fact! They discover the California Chapter of the Men of Letters. They learn some startling discoveries, but none more surprising then the secret behind their leader Eriana. Set during Season 8. Castiel pops in a little later and possibly Crowley. This is before they start the trials.

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Sam gripped her tight,pressing his hand to the wound.

It was grisly. Bloody and messy, the wound was huge and had practically erupted over her chest.

"Eri!" He cried, holding her heaving body, "Hang on!"

"Sam," She gargled through the blood and bile, "Go."

I'm not leaving you!" He practically roared in panic, "Dean!"

He heard his brother's heavy footsteps round the corner and a sharp intake of breath.

"Go get the car!" Sam demanded, fighting back tears.

Dean didn't say anything as he wheeled away, back outside.

"You're going to be ok," Sam begged, "I'm not going to let you go!"

"I'm ok," She whispered, blinking back her own tears, "Go with Dean, get out of here."

"No," Sam hugged her tighter, trying to keep her lifeblood inside.

But his hand was slick with blood and sweat. She had lost so much.

He didn't dare look at the wound again, already knowing how horrible the stab had been.

It had come out of nowhere.

He should have been able to protect her.

She was innocent.

She didn't belong in his world, in his madness.

He blinked through the tears as she spat out the blood that had collected in her mouth. She shook her head, black strands of hair sticking to her like glue. Her breathing was labored and she was so pale. So incredibly pale. Sam looked up as he heard the distant thud of the Impala's trunk.

"Sam," She gasped, bringing her own hand to his cheek.

He looked back at her, into those deep, wounded and fierce green eyes. They sparkled like emeralds, like beautiful gems, Sam had seen them viscous and cold, angry and commanding. He had seen them full of love and passion.

He melted into her hand, holding her tiny hand with his own. She was so cold.

She was practically frozen, but she spoke and Sam watched her eyes as they telegraphed one last message of strength and power.

As if he was the one who laid on the cold ground dying.

"Sam," Her voice was soft and tender, "Thank you. You are who I love. You are my other half. I cannot thank you enough for what you did. What you've done."

"I'm going to save you," Sam whispered hoarsely.

"You already did," She smiled weakly.

In a burst of passion, Sam brought his lips to her, gripping her tighter. He ran his mouth over her lips, ignoring the bile, sweat and blood. He pressed into her, tasting her desperation and fear and focused his energy on her. He prayed to whatever deity he could that she would make it, that he could save her, that she would survive.

Suddenly he felt a soft sigh pass from her lips and he opened his eyes.

There.

He held her gaze as her pupils dilated and the brilliant green faded, the spark that had once shown through them had vanished.


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