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Chapter 25

When Koven woke up, there was an ice-pack resting on her forehead. She didn't open her eyes, but she felt a warm item gripping her hand. It didn't take any thought to know it was Dean.

"Dean..." She mumbled an the grip tightened for a moment.

"You idiot." He muttered. She tried to smile, but everything hurt.

"Bitch." She muttered back. She kept her eyes closed, afraid to look at anyone. The laughing had finally stopped. "It stopped..." She said softly. Dean's grip on her hand disappeared, and there was a tip in the bed. Now she opened her eyes. She was laying on her back, and had to look up to see the elder Winchester.

"And she opens her eyes." He said, laying next to her.

"How long was I out?"

"About five hours. Sam took Dannie home. He should be back soon." He replied.

"Thank you Dean." She turned, the ice-pack not releasing her forehead, and instinctively wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you."

"For that Apple-pie?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her.

"For coming." She said. "What hunt did you just finish?" Dean explained what hunt he and Sam had gone on last.

"Okay. That means the next two episodes are done. So I guess this means you've met Bela?" She asked, removing the ice-pack and throwing it somewhere across the room, resting her head on Dean's chest.

"Yeah. Not a fan."

"Je n'étais pas non plus." She muttered in French.

"What?" Dean asked, confused.

"I took French all four years of high school." She muttered tiredly.

"Smart-ass." He said. He was going to ask her what she had said, but he looked down at Koven to find her asleep once again.

Koven opened her eyes, and she was standing in the hallway of a hospital. The lights shone off the walls and made her coat look even darker than it was.

"Theo?" She asked. There was no answer. "Theodora this isn't funny." She said, beginning to walk. "Theo?" She asked, again. She was about to try a door, but the knob disappeared when she reached for it.

"Shit..." She muttered. She continued on, but suddenly froze. Black smoke oozed it way out of the cracks in the doors, and towards her. They encased her, sucking out the air. She began to choking, falling to her hands and knees. She couched out dry air. Then she looked at her own hands. They began to glow in a way that reminded her of an Angel showing his/her grace. But this was more powerful.

Something was spreading behind her. The glow grew and grew, and eventually it erupted. The black smoke turned red and burnt away. Koven spun around, finding herself in the familiar large ball room with a mirror.

But this time, it was her in the mirror. But she was glowing. Her eyes were pure light, and five huge wings were on either side of her, all bunched up to look like two huge wings.

A orangeish, yellowish halo hung above her head,, but she wore her FBI costume still. Her wig was just gone. Koven reached out towards the mirror and pressed her hand against it.

It began to burn beneath her hand.

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition

She took in a gasp and pulled her hand back

Koven sat up, pulling herself from Dean's arms. She began to hyperventilate until someone pulled her into a hug. It was Dean, who had woken up when Koven had sprung up.

"Hey, hey it's okay." He said. "It's okay." He repeated, running a hand over her hair a few times.

"I-I don't know w-what happened." She said. "I-I can't remember." She was lying. She remembered every second of it. Every word spoke, every moment that she screamed, being pulled into the floor.

But she didn't need to worry Dean. She was most likely hallucinating because of the deal...

"C-can we just sleep p-please?" She asked, pulling him back own and burring her face into his shirt.

"Koven." Sam said, handing her a cup of hot-chocolate from the bakery across the street. "Can you tell us what you're hunting?" He asked, sitting on one of the chairs. She nodded slowly.

"When I was twenty years old, I heard this story. It was something on this web-sight called CreepyPasta. And there was this one story that stuck in my head, one that gave me nightmares." She ran a hand trough her hair. "It was about this... man... Not a man actually, a thing. It's name was Slenderman. It was in the shape of a man. A tall man with paste white skin. He had no face, and he had no hair. He's always wear a black suite with a red or black tie. His arms were long, and he had tentacles hidden behind his back." She closed her eyes.

"His name was Slenderman." She finished. "He has this game called Slender. The teenagers in this town threw this huge party, and ended up playing the game." She said, sipping her drink. "And Dannie said there was this one kid... He had yelled at them, how he hated them, and they should die by the hands of Slenderman. And... I'm... I don't know anymore." She said, putting her hand into her hair. Her other hand held to the cup tightly.

It was around three o'clock the next morning when Koven's phone began to ring like crazy. She lifted herself from her bed, ignoring Dean's protest, and answered her cell.

"Hello?" She asked, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes.

"Mrs. Nightwing, you better hurry over to the station right now! We found a survivor!" Was all the cop said before slamming his phone down to end the call. Koven's eyes widened. A survivor? No one survives Slender... Except for few.

"Dean, I have to go." She said, rushing to get her wig on.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Something just came up." She poured a glass of tap water and threw a pill in her mouth, using the water to make it go down. "I have to go." She said, pulling on her suit pants. She didn't bother changing her night shirt and threw her coat on.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"Business Mr. Winchester." She said

Koven had refused to wait for Dean, so while he was getting ready, she pulled out of the parking lot and drove off. Dean was bound to be pissed, but this was her case. She could do it alone.

Her phone began to ring once more, and she ignored it. She didn't need Dean's bull-shit right now. She pulled into the station parking lot and swiftly got out.

"Mrs. Nightwing, thank god!" The sherrif called out to her as she walked into the station.

"Officer Crowley, what did you mean by survivor?" She asked, not bothering to greet him. He cleard his throat before he spoke.

"Well, there's this girl. She says she went into the forest; and she saw something. But she didn't know how to describe it."

"Well than. Show me."