Humans, how tragically destructive we are. And sometimes there is no next time, no second chance, no time out. Sometimes it is now or never. When you already know how this will end you have no expectations of plot twists and you live every day in monotony.
A stone cast into the turbulent pond can seem like it makes no difference but she was wrong. Sitting here with only a wall watching her back while the King of Hell stood before her seemed like something straight out of a horror movie. Only she felt a calm wash over her, an acceptance and want of death. He would show no mercy…He would turn her inside out and find a way to keep her alive while doing it. Yet here she was, willing to die for her father's sins. His blood running through her veins and Crowley wanting every ounce of it. Her humanity left to be tossed into the dumpster that was hell.
She had just one problem, her humanity was what was screaming out for help and it was tearing her apart.