Chapter 25: Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You

The room was quiet as Savannah processed the information she'd just heard. Dean thrashed violently in the chair next to her.

"Don't you touch her!" He threatened and Savannah watched a smile dance across Annaleigh's lips.

"Now, now Dean. You should probably be worrying about yourself right now. Azazel's been waiting a long time to meet you. It's just a shame Savannah here won't be able to make it to the party." She jeered, running another hand across the nape of Savannah's neck.

"Go to hell." Savannah hissed. Her eyes were wild with fearlessness. Annaleigh let out a chuckle of amusement. She leaned in until Savannah could feel her breath in her ear.

"After you, sugar."

Savannah had just opened her mouth to reply when a commotion outside the back door grabbed everyone's attention. Annaleigh gave her men a silent command with a simple nod of her head. Dean and Savannah traded uneasy looks as Savannah let out a silent prayer that Sam wasn't stupid enough to waltz right into the place. A second later she could feel her heart sink right into her stomach as Sam appeared bruised and bleeding in the doorway. She took note that Bobby was nowhere to be found and hoped this was all a apart of some plan they'd cooked up. The pleasure in Annaleigh's face was glowing as she soaked up the sight of the three of them bound and helpless in front of her.

"Can't say I expected to see this when I woke up in the morning. What more could a girl ask for?" Her words slid from her lips with a satisfied air. Savannah's eyes drifted to Sam and she wondered how he could be so stupid. Clearly it was a trap and he should have known that from the second he laid eyes on the place. His eyes met hers she watched his eyes flash with nervousness. Whatever he was planning had better be good. Dean was staring silently at his brother, his eyes looking for any sign of something wrong or some hint to the plan Sam was working on. Savannah sighed and knew they'd have to bide their time until Bobby showed up with the gun power. The three of them watched warily as Annaleigh whispered something into the ear of one of the jockeys that was standing by idly. The man nodded and disappeared from the room.

"You shouldn't drag them into this. This is about me. Not them." Sam said boldly and Savannah watched Dean tense for just a second.

"Sam, don't-" He started, his eyes starting to get that hint of desperation when Sam did something like this. But Sam stopped him before he could get another word out.

"Dean, stop. Yellow Eyes wants me. You're not dying because of this. I won't let it happen. Just take me." He told Annaleigh again.

"Sorry Sammy. I don't make the deals. Azazel should be here any minute now if you two wanna run that little number by him again." She mocked. Savannah wished more than anything she could knock that smug look off the bitch's face. Sam sat back with a resigned sigh and shot another look to Dean whose eyes were practically begging him not to do anything stupid. Savannah knew that Dean never gave Sam enough credit. The kid was smart. Hell, he'd have been a lawyer by now if the two of them hadn't shown up at his apartment and dragged him back into the damn life. But now wasn't time to think about it. Right now, Savannah just wished that Bobby would hurry the hell up already. They didn't have any time to waste and she wasn't sure if she should be more worried about herself or the boys. But that was always an easy decision for her. Her boys would always come first.

"I have to say Sammy, I'm a little sad you didn't put up more of a fight. I expected more from you."

The familiar voice sent shivers crawling down her spine. Instantly she watched the panic burst across Dean's face. Savannah took a deep breath and readied her game face. If this was how it ended, she sure as hell wasn't going out crying. Yellow Eyes sauntered into the room and Annaleigh's smile widened at the sight of him. Savannah tensed against the rope, the anger inside of her flourishing as his eyes swept across them. Azazel's eyes came to a stop on her and a wicked grin spread across his face.

"Savannah Miller. My goodness how you've grown." He said, his voice dripping with malevolent charm.

"You're not here for them. Just take me." Sam piped up and Yellow Eyes turned his gaze towards him. Savannah remembered the last time she'd seen those yellow eyes staring at her from inside John's head. She remembered the way Dean's hand wavered as he pointed the gun at his father, unsure of what to do. She saw the same look in his eyes now and realized that Dean, for once, didn't have a plan. He was helpless, paralyzed by the thought of losing the last of his family. Azazel's chuckle brought her back to reality.

"Why the rush? Gotta learn to stop and smell the roses, Sammy. It's the simple things in life, afterall." Azazel mused, throwing up a haphazard arm.

"Bite me." Savannah muttered through gritted teeth.

"In due time, my dear. Annaleigh here is practically chomping at the bit. No pun intended." He said, clearly amused by himself. Sam's face shifted from anger to confusion, his eyes darting between all of them.

"Seems Sammy here hasn't heard the news. I'm afraid Savannah here won't be able to join us. She's…other wise engaged." He said smugly shooting a glance towards Annaleigh. Sam's face dropped and for the first time in a long time, he looked just like the scared little boy who used to hide behind Dean. The room grew quiet again and Azazel checked his watch.

"It's a shame too. Almost someone's birthday. I always love a good party." He sighed. Savannah let out a chuckle at the irony of the fact that her dad had given his life on her birthday and now she wouldn't even make it to her 25th.

"You sonofabitch!" Dean hissed, throwing himself around wildly once again. She knew he was panicking now and she was beginning to wonder where Bobby was.

"Such a colorful vocabulary, Dean. You might want to choose your next few words wisely. They just might be the last one Savannah ever hears out of your mouth." Annaleigh purred, a twisted smirk planted on her face. Savannah watched the color drain from Sam and Dean's face as her heart began to race. This couldn't really be the end, right? There was no way she was really going out like this. Not tied up and left alone. Not without Sam and Dean. She closed her eyes and did her best to even her now shaking hands. Her eyes locked with Sam's and she gave him a half mustered smile. Even now, it was still instinct to put on a brave façade for her boys. To be strong even when she was truly, honestly scared.

"It's alright Sammy." She whispered as a tear trailed it's way down his cheek. She felt like her heart was going to explode from her chest as she forced herself to look at Dean. She watch his lip quiver as he tried to hold it all in. She saw the dread that had etched it's way onto his face. She was losing it now, watching her boys try and keep a brave face for her. The tears had leaked from her and were making their way down her face, tickling her neck as they fell.

"You take care of him, Dean. I mean it. And make sure you take care of yourself." She said, trying to keep the waver out of her voice.

"As touching as this was, we've got somewhere to be. So if you don't mind, I think the boys and I will take our leave." Azazel announced and Savannah couldn't rip her eyes away from her boys.

"Savannah!" She heard Dean yell. She watched Sam's mouth open before they were gone with a snap of Azazel's fingers.

Savannah sat there, staring at the space where her boys used to be. The image of Dean's pleading face was burning her memory and she stifled back a sob. This really was the end. This is how she died. Trapped like a rat in a goddamn cage. This wasn't the way she was supposed to die. She was supposed to grow old and crotchety, sipping strongly spiked lemonade with her boys. She wasn't supposed to die without them. For the first time in almost 15 years, Savannah Miller felt utterly and truly alone.

She had forgotten Annaleigh was even there until she the monster took a seat in front of her.

"Since you're about to die anyway, tell me something." The blonde asked and Savannah was surprised at the gentleness in her voice. She looked at Annaleigh through teary eyes.

"What the hell are you so interested in? Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" She did her best to sound angry but the fight in her was clearly gone. She didn't care anymore. God only knows what was happening to Sam and Dean right now. She thought of the boys laid out on tables, being poked and prodded with things she would only imagine in her worst nightmares. She could almost hear them screaming and it was enough to make her collapse into a mess of burning tears. Savannah shook the image from her mind and focused her thoughts on Annaleigh.

"Was Dean your first love?" The question caught her off guard. She tore her gaze away and looked at the floor.

"Wh-what?! What the hell makes you think I love Dean?" She stammered, unsure of how to answer a question like that.

"I don't think, I know. Ole Higue's know these things. It's how we feed, how we chose our prey. And your love for Dean, it's overpowering. It's not like anything I've ever seen before." Annaleigh said, hunger flashing through her eyes.

"That's none of your goddamn business." Savannah snapped, doing her best to cover her the panic that was racing through her. Annaleigh rose and circled behind her. Savannah could feel the craving surging through her and knew that she wouldn't make it out of this one. This time her luck had finally run dry.

"Just answer the question, Savannah. Tell me and I'll make it quick." Annaleigh whispered into her ear. Savannah shut her eyes, letting the tears fall as they may.

"Of course he was." She admitted. And as Annaleigh's teeth pierced her skin, she wasn't thinking of her father, or Sam or Bobby. No, the only thing Savannah could see was Dean. And just for a second, she was perfectly okay.