Chapter Fourteen: Lights Out

Dean pov

The blinding light radiating from Y/N forced Dean to cover his eyes with his forearm and stumble backward. He reached for Sam's arm in an attempt to pull him away; the younger brother frozen in shock.

"Sam!" Dean shouted, finally making contact with Sam's arm. "Come on!"

Sam blinked before he came back to reality, looking at Dean with wide eyes, despite the white light. It broke Dean's heart to see his little brother looking at him the way he was; Sam wanted to stay.

"She's possessed, Sam!" Dean yelled, grabbing Sam's shoulders and shaking him. His brother shook like a ragdoll, a tear rolling off his cheek. Now is not the time... "We have to g-"

Before Dean could finish, a force knocked into him, throwing him across the room. He landed on his shoulder with a loud pop, rolling into a shelf, which fell on top of him. Somewhere in the distance, he heard Sam smacking to the ground as well.

He called out, barely able to assess his pain as adrenaline pulsed through his veins. It took him a few seconds to realize Y/N had blew him away with her angel powers.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, struggling to move the shelf. "Are you good?"

"Dean! Watch out!"

Dean whipped his head around just as the shelf was hurled off him to reveal Y/N towering above him. She wore the same expression that all angels wore before they smite their enemies - Dean knew it well - but he wasn't about to let it happen. He nimbly rolled away as she came down at him.

"Who are you?" Dean growled once on his feet. Why would Y/N let an angel inside? Did Crowley make her? And who is it?

Y/N slowly stood, dusting off her knees, returning to her threatening stance. "I'm the one who is going to kill you."

One flick of her wrist, and Dean flew back into another wall, smacking his head so hard that he was knocked out cold.

Sam pov

Sam hastily jumped up just as Dean was rendered unconscious.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, his voice cracking in fear. Was his brother dead?

Y/N heard Sam's cry and snapped her head in Sam's direction, her dead eyes making Sam's stomach drop. He started to back away once more.

"Y/N," he pleaded. "I know you're in there somewhere."

"Shut up!" she screamed back, suddenly thrusting her arm out at him so that he fell back onto the ground.

He tried to move, but she was too quick, jumping onto him before he could escape.

"Y/N-" he attempted, cut off as her fist connected with his jaw. Pain shot through his body as she punched him again, and again, and again.

He croaked for her to stop, but she wasn't slowing down, and she wasn't killing him; she was taking her time. Soon, his face became bloody and numb, and he was floating on the edge of consciousness.

Just when he thought it'd be lights out, Y/N stopped.

Sam slowly opened his eyes, which were starting to swell, looking up at her. He was too weak to fight back, to tired to resist.

"Y/N," he wheezed, looking into her eyes. He couldn't see any sign of life in them, but he remembered what it was like to look into hereyes when she was there. She was still beautiful. She was still Y/N, somewhere. "Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you."

She screamed back at him in return, punching his face again.

Sam didn't let that stop him. It took him a few seconds to turn his head and look back up at her, but he wasn't done.

"I'm not going to leave you."

He was hit even harder that time, splotches scattered in his vision. He pulled his heavy head up again, barely keeping his eyes open.

"No matter what you do to me."

She punched his jaw again.

"I know... I know this isn't you."

She grabbed his shoulders, lifting him up and slamming his head down again. This time, Sam held up his hands, shielding his face. Y/N coldly looked him over, waiting for him to make a move.

"Listen to me," he managed to rasp. "It's okay. It's not your fault." Y/N grabbed both of Sam's wrists, pinning him down again. "This isn't you." She pressed the palm of her hand against Sam's forehead, scowling. Sam reached up, holding Y/N's wrist. "It's okay. It's okay."

"Stop talking," she suddenly snapped, pressing her hand harder against his face. "Stop it."

"I'm not talking to you," Sam growled, pausing to cough weakly. "I'm talking to Y/N."

Y/N - whoever it was - scoffed, narrowing her eyes. "You can't save yourself."

Sam slowly closed his eyes, a tear rolling off his cheek. He took a deep breath, still holding Y/N's wrist. "It's... It's okay."

He gradually opened his heavy eyelids, staring up at Y/N for what he knew would be the last time. He hoped that, wherever she was, she was safe. He hoped she couldn't see this; couldn't see herself doing this to him.

A wave of emotion washed over Sam as he took in her beauty. Even like this - a brutal, killing machine - she was gorgeous. He wished he had gotten the chance to tell her that in person.

Y/N pressed her hand harder into his forehead, bringing him back. Sam knew he didn't have much longer, but he wasn't afraid. He always knew that one day, a hunt would go wrong, and this would happen.

He took a final glance before he closed his eyes and croaked, "I love you."

Sam's head was pounding as he waited to be burned to death. He waited so long that started to wonder if he had already died, and he just hadn't felt it. Was death peaceful? He'd died plenty of times, but maybe it only hurt because he was trying to hold on to any glimpse of life that was left. This time, he was ready to die. He was okay with it.

Was it already over?

Sam carefully let his eyes flutter open, prepared to see a bright light before him - the light of death - despite never walking into it before. But it wasn't what he saw. He saw Y/N above him her beautiful hair framing her face, her eyes glistening with tears. This time, she could see Sam. Sam could see something deeper behind her eyes than what he had seen before. She was so beautiful, and he felt so safe, that he was sure death had overcome him. Maybe she was the bright light he was supposed to see.

He weakly raised his hand to the side of her face, rasping, "Am... Am I dead?"

Y/N looked too shocked to respond. As Sam touched her skin, she broke down and let out a sob, covering her mouth with one hand.

Sam was confused as to why his version of Y/N would be crying. He had always remembered her as happy and bright. "What's wrong?"

She sobbed louder, taking Sam's hand and kissing it gently, closing her eyes.

If he was dead, how could he feel her touch?

He was about to ask what was going on or why she was crying, when she whispered, "You're not dead, Sam."

She opened her eyes, looking over Sam's injures. Sam's mouth was hanging open in confusion and awe, still struck by how gorgeous she was. She carefully rested her hands on the sides of Sam's face, sobbing once more.

"Did... Did I do this to you?"

His mind was still foggy, so it took him a while to respond. "You weren't you..."

She bit her lip. "But I was-"

"You weren't," Sam interrupted. "You were possessed."

"Sam..." she smoothed back his hair so gently that Sam closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "I wasn't... I'm not possessed."

"What?" Sam's eyes were open again. "But the angel grace... Wings... How..."

Suddenly, Sam heard a deep, raspy voice coming from behind Y/N. She heard it too, because her eyes widened and she stiffened up.

"I'm glad you lovebirds got to have a little chat, but it's time we got back to work." Crowley emerged from the darkness, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Remember what they did to you. What he did to you."

Sam stared in disbelief as Y/N's eyes glazed over, her body becoming slack.

"No," Sam choked. "No-"

Before he could blink, Y/N eyes lit up with white light.

"Stop it, Y/N," Sam kept pleading. He turned to Crowley. "Let her go! Make it stop!"

Crowley smiled slyly in return. "Moose... I can make her stop. But it's going to cost you."

Y/N narrowed her eyes and pushed her hand against Sam's forehead like before.

"What! What do you want!?" Sam panicked.

Crowley squeezed Y/N's shoulder and she stopped. He then looked at Sam with a set jaw.

"I get Y/N. You will stop looking for her," he snarled. "Come after me, I don't care. But if you ever try to make contact with her, ever again, I will have her end you. There will be no second chances." The demon paused. "Despite what you may think, I'd like you alive. The bunker holds some valuable resources, and you are the only ones who can get inside. But, I can always find a way." He leaned down, closer to Sam. "Are we clear?"

Sam shook his head, yelling, "Why do you care about her? Why are you doing this?"

Crowley smirked. "Oh, Moose. There is so much you will never know. Now, do we have a deal or not?"

Sam felt wetness gathering in his eyes. He wasn't about to give Y/N up, but if he said no, he would be dead, and then he wouldn't be able to do anything.

He gradually nodded his head, a tear slipping down his face. "Fine. It's a dea-"

Instantly, just as Sam's words left his mouth, Y/N whipped to the side and shoved Crowley, the force of her powers throwing Crowley across the room. The demon shouted as Sam gasped.

Y/N jumped up and stormed toward Crowley, pinning him against another wall. Crowley started to plead.

"Easy, Y/N. It's me!"

She lifted him up and slapped him across the face. "You bastard," she growled. "I'm giving you three seconds to smoke out of here, or I'm going to grill you alive."

"I own you!" Crowley shouted. "You belong to me!"

"I don't belong to anyone."

Sam shifted so he could see what she was doing. His vision was failing, as if his body only wanted him to stay conscious when he was about to die. But, for the moment, he could see them fighting.

"One."

"You little-"

"Two."

Crowley was gone before she could say three, taking his vessel with him. Sam breathed a sigh of relief, crashing to the ground as the splotches of black returned in his vision. He started to drift away.

"Sam!"

Y/N was at his side again, looking like she had before. She could see him.

"Y/N," he rasped. "Tell me what's going on. What are you? Are you possessed? Are you-"

"Shh," she insisted, holding his hand. Her hand was small and warm, and the gesture made Sam feel secure. "Does it matter? You need rest."

"I need to know," he strained. "Are you... Are you an angel?"

"No," Y/N responded, half giggling at how curious Sam was. "And I'm not possessed either."

"Is it a spell? What did Crowley do to you? Where you like this before? How come-"

"Sam," she hushed him, holding the side of his face. "I'll tell you everything when you're better."

"Y/N, please, I need to know." Sam smiled weakly at her. "I'll still love you, no matter what's going on inside you. I promise."

Y/N snorted slyly, raising a brow. "I don't really trust your 'promises' anymore, Sam."

"Okay," Sam laughed, which was more like a wheeze. "That's fair."

For a moment it was quiet, as Sam looked over Y/N's face.

"Tell me," he spoke up, only a whisper. "Are you-"

Y/N put a finger to Sam's lips to shut him up. He waited expectantly.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Sam nodded. "Positive."

Y/N looked away for a long time, thinking, before she eventually met Sam's eyes.

"I'm a nephilim, Sam."