The pain was unbearable. It rocketed through your body and made it impossible to regain control of your limbs as Dean tossed you across the room like a ragdoll. You knew that this wasn't the real Dean; that it wasn't your Dean, but it didn't make the emotional pain hurt any less than the physical.
He stalked up to where you were laid out, surrounded in plaster and splinters from where you hit the wall. He knelt down next to you, staring into your eyes. You stared back.
The eyes that you had grown to love – the unending depths of green – were no longer sparkling brightly as they were meant to. No, instead they shone with dark ferocity, a look you had never hoped to see in his eyes.
"I told you not to get in the way, Y/N," Dean growled. You coughed up a little blood before speaking, the metallic taste still in your mouth.
"Well, you know, I was n-never very good at listening." He gave you a smile, but it was cold, and pitiful. You never wanted to see such a thing from him, but there it was. It made you feel sick.
"Yeah, you made that pretty clear when we first met." He tilted his head, seemingly calculating your level of hurt with every word he spoke.
"You know, when you left your sister all alone. By herself." A cruel laugh bubbled up from deep in his throat.
"Well, we both know how that turned out." You bit down on your tongue to keep from yelling at him. Closing your eyes, you attempted to calm yourself down, only to feel a fist wrap itself around your neck. Your eyes flew open.
"Look at me, bitch!"
You stared into his eyes, unable to look anywhere else, while your hands clawed at his own in a feeble attempt breathe.
"D-Dean- st-sto-"
"What, you want me to stop?" His eyes narrowed.
"No, if you wanted me to stop, you would have fought back." He smiled wickedly down at you, and you tore your eyes away from his. You couldn't stare into his corrupted eyes any longer.
"Well, I guess that just sums it up. You're not able to save anyone, not even yourself, if it means hurting the ones you love." Another cruel laugh.
Your vision was becoming blurry, and black was creeping into the edges of your vision.
"Fine," You choked out. You locked your eyes with his. Part of your mind was screaming at you not to do this, that he'll feel monstrous when he realizes what he's done, but the same part of your mind knew that he would do it anyway, sooner or later, and as selfish as it was to want to be over, you wanted it to be sooner.
"If th-that's how you feel, then-" You stared into his eyes. A hint of the man you loved seem to swim in the depths, locked away behind the monster you spoke to, but it was gone in an instant and you knew you had to do it.
" – finish it."
The Dean you knew would have been stunned, at least for a moment. But the man in front of you, this creature, didn't bat an eye.
His hand let go of your throat, and for a moment you thought you were wrong. Maybe he wasn't going to end you . . . when you felt blinding pain shoot through your ribcage. White-hot agony rocketed through your veins, but you didn't even have a chance to cry out. Not before it was all over.
And the last thing you saw, the last thing you would ever remember, were the emerald eyes of the man you had loved peering down upon your mauled body, without a single hint of regret. The man you loved was gone, and therefore so were you.