I couldn't resist uploading the final part to this one-shot; here is the third and final part. I have some one-shots coming up that I think you all will love. By the way, I don't think I'm ready for the S12 final next week. If you haven't seen the extended promo, I heavily suggest a box of tissues and a paper bag when you watch it. Whatever fresh-hell they're going to throw at us...I don't know if my heart can take it.

For this final part, I thought I would kind of leave the ending more open, so you can interpret the ending how you would like.

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Old Habits Die Hard: Part Three

Alex was angry beyond words. This little stunt that her brother had pulled would earn him a serious beat down when she got out; but in the moment…there was nothing she could do. She moved herself back over to the bed in the middle of the room, threw herself down and felt like screaming her lungs out; but she didn't. She sat there, one position for hours; with very small movements, not even letting her thoughts be thoughts. Every time she would hear Dean or Bobby come down the steps and unlatch the cover over from the door, she didn't as so much even attempt to acknowledge them. They didn't say anything to her and she honestly didn't care. Time was passing of course…but how much time?

Hour One

Hour Two

Hour Three

Hour Four

Hour Five

…

Hour Ten

Hour Eleven

Hour Twelve

Hour Thirteen

Hour Fourteen

Hour Fifteen

…

Hour Twenty

Hour Twenty-One

Twenty-one hours Alex had been confined to the panic room. She could feel her body aching, her mind growing foggier. Still in the same position on the bed, Alex let the dam in her mind break. She started to think that maybe, just maybe, drinking all that she had in the flask was a bad idea. She was usually so good at conserving it, but after two days without a drop, her body was begging for everything she could offer it. Her vision was blurry; every time she looked around the room, she basically saw two of everything. Alex had to move now. She stood up, nearly falling over in the process. With a loud inhale and exhale of air, Alex walked over to the heavy metal door. She stared at it, studying it and then she tried to open it from the inside. The girl knew it was useless, but she was desperate. It did nothing but cramp her hands and hurt her fingers. She turned away and walked back to the middle of the room.

A chill ran through her body; never a good sign. Alex held herself and released a huff of air and to her dismay, she could see her breath clear as day. The small lamp over head of her started to flicker and panic coursed through her.

"Guys! Something's down here!" she yelled out.

Turning around to try and hear if Dean and Bobby were on their way, her eyes caught an ugly sight.

Azazel.

Alex's eyes grew wide with fear; her breathing was heavy and the sweating had started. Her body frozen where she stood.

"Oh, hello there, Alex." The demon greeted her. "What a pleasure it is to see you again. Looks like it's just us two old friends, huh? How are we ever going to pass the time?"

He started walking towards Alex, and with instinct she walked backwards; anything to get away from the thing she was secretly still scared of. Walking backwards, she fell back onto the bed, eyes never leaving Azazel's.

"Oh," he said in a sarcastic tone, throwing his hands over his chest in a girlish way. "I'm flattered, but I had other things in mind."

With whatever kind of force he had, he used it to push Alex down onto the bed. Her hands automatically were strapped down and her ankles were secured also. Alex tried to pull herself free, but it was no use.

"D-don't do this." She pleaded. "…don't."

"Do what?" the demon asked innocently. Then, he dragged a long scalpel over her forearm and Alex could hear her own skin breaking, her own blood spilling onto the floor. "Oops…"

All Alex could do was scream in pain. She was strapped down to the bed, unable to help herself. "Please! Stop!" she begged. "Please!" The pain felt like it was intensifying, but it never crossed her mind that it was due to the effects of the demon blood.

"Oh, someone's learned their manners." Azazel retorted. He held up the bloody instrument he was using and inspected it closely. He took the scalpel and ran it over her other arm. Watching the blood spill out onto the floor, he smiled. He was enjoying the screams that came from her; they were filled with agonizing pain and torment.

Azazel walked down the where Alex's head laid and bent down to eye level with her. "You know something, Alexandra? You were always my favorite."

"Go to hell!" she instantly spat out through her whimpering.

"There's no need for that kind of language. We're both adults here, yes?" Without waiting or even wanting an answer, he took his scalpel and cut into her cheek. The burning pain was intense and her screams filled with even more agony. She kept her eyes closed as she endured the inflicted pain, but when she opened them moments later, Azazel was gone; she wasn't strapped down to the bed anymore, there were no cuts on her body, no blood was covering the floor. Alex sat up slowly, breathing going a hundred miles per hour and the sweat dripping down her body made her look like she had just come outside from a rain storm.

"Hey, Alex." She heard from behind. She whipped her head around to see her brother, Dean.

"…I'm losing my damn mind." She said to out loud to herself, running her hands through her hair. She knew Dean wouldn't just take a chance with opening the door that kept her confined and he wouldn't be up for friendly conversation in the midst of everything.

"Damn straight you are." He replied, walking circles around Alex.

"What do you want?" she asked, shallow breathing.

"How about a friggin' explanation!" he barked. "Why do you do this to yourself, kid?"

"I don-I don't know." She claimed.

"You…don't know?" Dean was suddenly right in front her, eyes full of anger; a look she had only seen thrown her way a few rare occasions in her life. His hands took Alex by the shirt and lifted her off the bed, holding her up to his face. "Why, Alex?!"

"I don't know!" she cried out. Taking torture from a demon was one thing, but having her brother, who she looked up to and loved to the end of earth, tear her down and scream in her face was a whole other level of emotional trauma for her. "…Dean, I'm sorry." Alex sobbed out.

Dean let go of her shirt by practically throwing her from his grip. She fell to the floor, not even sure she wanted to get back up and face him. She understood that she had caused him nothing but trouble, that she was a disappointment. She stifled her sobs and brushed her hair back on her head.

"Let's hear It, Dean." She said quietly. "Tell me how much you can't stand to be around me or-or how much of an inconvenience I am to you."

"Alex, your whole life…I've done nothing but try to protect you." Dean countered.

"I know that!" She snapped back.

"And I can't do that, if you're downing demon blood behind my back!"

"I never asked for you to 'protect' me, Dean! I never once asked you to breath down my neck or watch every move I make!"

"Where did you even get it?" he asked.

"…get what?"

"The damn blood, Alex!"

Alex wasn't sure if she should answer. Regardless of what she would say, he wouldn't like it. "I…I have…a source. Demon source, okay?" she spat out.

Dean leveled with her on the ground. "Are you serious right now?! How the hell does that even happen?!"

"After I stopped the first time, I kept having these really intense urges." She explained. "You were sleeping, I left the motel and I summoned one. I-I made a deal, trade for trade."

"A deal? What? You sold your soul to fill your damn habit?"

"No, I didn't sell my soul, Dean. Just…did a few favors." Hearing herself, she knew that wasn't probably the best way to put it.

"…favors? What the hell does that mean? Do I even want to know what the means?"

"It's definitely not what you're thinking…"

Dean let out a huge sigh. "Okay, look, it doesn't matter, because this has to stop."

Alex said nothing. She only looked up at her brother, a figment of her imagination (but she didn't know that). Tears fell down her face and she said, "Can you leave now, please?'

"I don't think so." Dean stated. "You only feel okay when you're sucking down poison."

"Just shut up! Get out of here!" Alex cried.

"I've tried so hard to pretend that we're family. That you weren't turning into one of the filthy things that we kill."

"…stop it. Stop…stop." Alex begged, rocking back and forth on the floor, hands covering her ears; but that didn't help. She could hear Dean inside her head.

"You're nothing to me. Not anymore. You have yourself to thank for that."

Alex let sobs escape her. Hearing those words from the one person she could always count on, no matter how badly she screwed up, struck her to her core. "You can't say that to me! Don't say that to me!"

No reply came. Alex was still on the floor, eyes closed, hands over ears. She laid there until she did open her eyes and when she did, Dean was nowhere in sight. Alex let out a sigh of relief. She was covered in sweat and she knew she looked like she had been hit by a truck; but she laid there. She laid there until she fell asleep.

Waking up, Alex still felt like she had been ran over. The throbbing in her head remained but her sweating symptom had disappeared and her vision was clear. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, letting a yawn escape her. She looked around, not seeing anyone or anything she didn't want there. Was she finally okay? Alex realized that she didn't even know how long she had been trapped in the panic room. She got herself up and moved carefully over to the door. She banged on it loudly, despite the sound making her head spin.

Bang, bang, bang.

"Dean!" she called out. Luckily, one call was all it took. Dean was making his way down the stair; she could see him because the opening on the door was visible.

"What is it?" he asked her calmly, like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Are you-how long have I been in here?" she questioned.

"Uh, let see." Dean said, checking his watch. "Almost thirty-four hours now."

That took Alex by surprise. "You're joking, right?"

"No."

"Dean…I'm fine; really."

"You're not the one who gets to decide that, Alex. All of that screaming and crying you were doing earlier…that doesn't sound like you're okay to me."

"I wasn't crying. I-"

"Oh, yes you were. We can hear everything from upstairs."

"Okay, fine. But it wasn't my fault! It was…" Alex stopped herself before she continued. She didn't want to tell her brother the kind of things she was seeing or who she was seeing. He wouldn't understand and he would leave her in there for longer if he felt the need.

"What?" Dean pushed.

"…nothing. Just let me out, please." she pleaded.

Dean looked at her with a skeptical face. He wasn't sure whether he could risk it. "You need more time." He simply stated.

"What? No, I don't!" Alex claimed. "Dean, I'm done, finished."

"I really want to believe you, Alex." With that, he closed the open on the door and presumably went back upstairs; but he didn't. He stayed right on the other side of the door, listening to his sister curse and sob. He was beginning to have doubts as to whether he was doing the right thing or not. Having Alex sit it out, cold turkey, didn't seem too bad at first; but after what he had heard over the past couple of days, he was starting to doubt even himself. Yes, he hated being put in this position…again, but Alex was practically all he had left. He couldn't lose her to some damn habit that she had beaten once before.

Alex sat with her back to the door. She knew that Dean was still down there with her. Why? She didn't know, but she just knew. "Dean, I know you're still there." She shouted from the other side.

No response.

"If you're not going to say anything, then just listen, okay?" she asked. She let out a big sigh, getting ready to plead her case; if that's what you would call it.

"I know it's probably lost it's meaning by now, but I am sorry." She asked, not expecting any sort of reply. "You don't deserve this…at all. I can't undo it, and I can't really forgive myself; At least not until you do."

Then, the small part in the door, revealing another pair of green eyes opened. Dean stared at Alex, not planning to say anything, just to listen.

"Don't let this one thing define me in your eyes." Alex pleaded. "I made a mistake and-"

"This time wasn't a mistake, Alex. It was a choice." Dean interrupted.

"Okay, yes. It wasn't a mistake….it was a decision. Now I should live with that decision, but you don't have too. "

"What's that supposed to mean?" he questioned.

"It means that you should go." Alex explained. "You don't have to stay here and watch what happens to me. I'll be fine. Bobby's here, so you can go."

"Alex..."

"Go, Dean!" she yelled out, trying to hide the emotion from her voice. "I'll call you when It's over. Okay?" She didn't leave room for argument. Her brother didn't need to sit and watch her crumble or lose her mind.

"Fine. Just remember…old habits die hard, Alex."

With that dramatic heart to heart type conversation, Dean went back upstairs; but he didn't close the opening on the door. So, Alex watched him walk away. She felt her emotions getting the better of her, but she knew it was the right thing to say. She didn't want him to watch this, or to hear the things she was saying out of withdrawal. He didn't deserve this, and she was the cause of his current state. She moved herself back over to the bed and laid her head to rest. Maybe when she woke up again, things would be okay; maybe she would be okay, or maybe, she wouldn't wake up at all.

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