Chapter 3
1537
England
"I did it for you, for us, now no one can keep us apart...no one"
She stared into his eyes, his black filled eyes, and instantly she knew. Why hadn't she figured it out long ago? Where there was good in this world, there would always be evil and she was looking into the eyes of pure evil. This wasn't a demon inside a human, this was a demon here on earth and he'd killed because of her.
"Damien, how could you??" her voice shook as a tear fell down her face, Damien's bloody hands tried to touch her face but she moved away from him, away from the door. She had to get away, she needed to find help. There was no telling what he was capable of doing, if he could kill an innocent family he would surely kill her.
Catching her footing she ran, down the road, she could hear him behind her, but she needed to get away from him, as far as she could. Quickly she ran into the forest, jumping over logs, the branches from the trees hitting her face.
"Elizabeth, come out come out where ever you are. You can run…"
His voice sounded close to her, she stopped, trying to hear where he was. She could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck; slowly she turned, seeing him right behind her.
"But you can't hide!"
Her scream was probably heard around the world; Damien grabbed her by the arms, forcing her to face him, her eyes catching the glare from the knife in his hands. Horror filled her face, tears rolled down her cheeks and she knew this was it. He was going to kill Elizabeth and she was going to be stuck in her body.
"We'll be together forever my love…"
His arm raised and she knew what she had to do, "I'm so sorry Elizabeth" she said softly in her mind. His arm fell down plunging the knife into Elizabeth's chest as Emily jumped out of her body. Elizabeth's mouth opened wide, her eyes in total shock; she could taste her own blood as Damien looked at her. Her body fell to the ground next to Emily, blood pouring from her lips as she took her last breath, her eyes slowly closing.
"What the…?" Damien said looking down at Elizabeth's body; her blonde hair muddied by the dirt from the forest, next to her was another person, a brunette in a white dress. The brunette looked up at him and instantly he knew the mistake he had done.
Elizabeth had been possessed? It wasn't Elizabeth he had fallen for but instead this mysterious woman in white. He reached down, grabbing her by the arm, pulling her to her feet; she was crying, hard, her sobs filling the cold night air of the forest.
"Who are you?!" he said, shaking her, his voice filling with anger. She looked at him in the eye, her brown eyes now pure white. An angel? He pushed her away looking down at Elizabeth, pulling the knife from her chest and slowly walking to the woman in white.
"An angel, I fell for an angel?" he said walking towards her, every step he took, she would take one away from him, she took another step behind her and fell down to the ground. She knew she was going to die tonight, there would was no one to save her, just her and Damien out here.
"Please Damien, you don't want to do this, please just let me go." Emily managed to get out, sobbing uncontrollably.
"You'll never get away from me; we'll be together for all eternity." He went to take another step towards her but stopped, something wasn't right. He looked down seeing the markings of a devil's trap. He stared at her angrily, seeing a man walk from behind a tree.
The mysterious man reached down helping Emily to her feet, looking at her in awe. His blue eyes meeting hers, his strong arms holding onto hers. From all the evil he had seen in his life it was good to finally see something pure and good.
"You'll never get away with this, I'll find a way to come back up here and when I do, I'm going to get you little angel, and I will take you back to hell, you hear me?! You'll never get rid of me!" he screamed towards her.
She hid behind the mysterious man, finally feeling safe. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sheet of paper walking up to Damien.
"I've been looking for you Damien; it's time to send you back to hell to join your father where you can never hurt anyone ever again."
"Oh I'll be back, and when I come back I'm going to take what's mine and we're going to rule the earth and not even a pathetic hunter like you can stop us. I'll come back for you my love, I'll be back" he said staring at Emily blowing her a kiss, the earth started to shake as the hunter began reciting in Latin an excursing spell. With a scream a bolt of lightning struck Damien and in an instant he was gone.
Staring at where Damien once stood the tears that Emily was trying to fight back fell down her face, "Who are you?" she managed to get out under her sobs.
The man turned to her, a smirk on his face, "I'm Matthew, Matthew Winchester"
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Present Day
Hell
"I'm here to make a deal with you" she said her voice shaking.
"A deal huh? What do you want?" he was intrigued, he knew she would come back to him, even if it took a thousand years she would come back to him, she would always be his, no other man could claim her, no human, no demon, no one.
"I want you to release Dean Winchester, I want you to rip up his contract, and I want him back on earth, living and breathing as if he never died."
"Is that all?"
"No, I want you to let John Winchester go, let him go up to heaven where he can be with Mary in his rightful place."
"And if I say yes to this, what are you offering?"
"I'll give you back your father; I'll release his soul so he can be in hell with you."
It wasn't the only thing he wanted from her, sure he'd love to have his father back here in hell, but releasing the Winchester's was going to take more than what she was offering.
"I'll do it, but you have to sweeten the pot sugar, what else are you willing to give up?"
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Eerie, IN
Exhausted Sam parked the Impala in front of the motel where he was staying. Hunting was always easier with Dean, but he was gone and he needed to pick up the slack more. He needed to make every evil son of a bitch in this world suffer like he was. Dean was never soft like he was when it came to hunting, but in his final hours, watching Dean die Sam built up walls. He would never let anyone into his life, if he never loved, never cared about anyone, then he wouldn't be hurt, wouldn't feel the pain he felt every waking moment. He couldn't stop dreaming of watching Dean die, it was a memory he would never be able to shake.
With a sigh he got out of the car, shutting the door and slowly walking to his motel room. He unlocked the door, slowly opening it and stepping into the room. He felt it before he saw someone on his bed, slowly reaching into the back of his jeans he pulled out his gun. He flipped the switch, illuminating the room. The person on the bed turned over looking at him, he tried to catch his breath but instead coughed, it wasn't possible. He was supposed to be in hell, he watched him die, and he buried his body.
Dean looked around the room and back at his brother.
"Sam…how did I get here?"
A/N: What do you guys think so far?? Any ideas?? Any and all feed back is welcomed! I promise to write more tomorrow, it's almost 12:30am here and I've been up since 3am for work so I think it's time for me to hit the sack. Hope you guys are enjoying this, I know I am!
