When the song finished, the three of them continued their drive as normal. The expected nerves settled in again and the ride soon fell silent, except for the radio blaring songs. They sped down the highway with a growing urge to find Lilith. As they drove, the sound of police sirens came closer to them.
"We getting pulled over?" Sam asked.
"I've got a busted tail-light. It's not like we're in a hurry or nothing," Dean sighed heavily, annoyed.
With a groan, Dean looked in his rearview mirror and saw the police car nearing; Dean parked on the side of the road, Bobby parked just behind. As Dean parked the car, Sam held out Dean's licence and registration between two fingers as Dean snatched it out of his hands.
The police officer walked up to Dean's window, looking into the car and eyeing all the passengers, flashing them with his flashlight.
"Problem officer?" Dean smiled cockily.
"Licence and registration, please." Dean headed the Officer the papers Sam had handed him, not bothering to look at him as he did.
"Do you realise you have a tail-light out, Mr Hagard?" The Officer looked down at his cards, flashing them with his flashlight and then flashing it at Dean. Dean looked up at him as the officer shone the light in his face. The Officer tilts his head so that it was clear for Dean to see besides the glare.
"Yes... yes sir. Uh... you know I've been meaning to... take care of that," Dean stuttered as he looked at the Officer.
"As a matter of fact..." Dean swung his door open rapidly, violently hitting the Officer in the stomach, sending him stumbling back. Kim's mouth fell open as she watched Dean storm out of the car and punches the Officer repeatedly.
"Dean!" Sam screamed as he ran out of the car and towards his brother, Kim following.
Dean pushed the Officer three times in the face as Kim ran by his side. The Officer was bleeding from his nose, bruises popping up of his cheeks. With a quick motion, Kim felt Dean's hand slip over her skin as he grabbed the demon knife from her waistband and stabbing it into the Officer, thrusting it into the jaw. They watched as he sparkled with orange light and fell dead on the floor.
Dean stood over the demon, hands behind him, panting after the fight. With a heavy breath, he handed over the demon knife back to Kim, who was standing next to him. Kim looked from the dead demon to the bloody knife gestured towards her, to Dean, who was looking down on the demon and shook her head, returning the knife.
"Thanks," Kim breathed, both of them staring at the body. Sam came rushing over as Kim cleaned the knife and tucked it into her waistband. Sam stood behind Dean, shocked. Bobby came running up at them, an astonished expression on his face.
"What the hell happened?" Bobby breathed astonished.
"Dean just killed a demon," Sam marvelled at the dead body. "How'd you know?" Dean, who was still breathing heavily, looked up at Kim. She knew exactly what was happening. Dean could see their faces, meaning his time was closing, before Dean looked at Sam.
"I just knew," Dean sighed, "I could see its face. Its real face under that one."
Bobby looked down on the Officer, just as Sam and Kim did, but they only saw the poor human that was tortured by that demon.
They went to hide the police car, wasting not time they didn't have. Getting huge branches from nearby trees and covered the car, hiding it from plain sight.
"So what, now you're seeing demons?" Sam exclaimed.
"I've seen all kinds of things lately but... nothing like this," Dean muttered, looking over to Kim. After what Ruby had exposed of her, he wondered if she knew that was going to happen.
"Actually it's not all that crazy," Bobby explained.
"How's it not that crazy?" Dean asked, slightly frustrated. The fluster of annoyance clear in his tone.
"Well, Dean's got, just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B side," Bobby explained, but Dean didn't really get it.
"The less time you have, the more things will change. Started with the dream's, right? You've probably seen disfigurations of faces and stuff, along with the ability to see demons real faces. When you have minutes to second left, you begin to hear them; low growls and barks," Kim explained as she watched Dean's expression change. "So basically, you're almost Hell's bitch."
"So, you can see Hell's other bitches," Bobby finished. Dean first looked surprised, but then a mocking expression settled over his face,
"Thank you," he sassed.
"Well, actually it could come in pretty handy," Sam shrugged, taking the benefit of the doubt.
"Oh, well, I'm glad my doomed soul is good for something," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Damn right it is. Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. She knows we're here, we're dead before we're started," Bobby huffed.
"Well, this is a terrific plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Can we go, please?" Dean began to walk to the Impala again, followed by the others.
•※•
The four of them arrived at their destination, a little sooner than some of them were hoping. Dean was enjoying the ride, more than usual, knowing it was the only thing before they confronted Lilith. Taking a deep breath, they stood around the outside corner of the house Lilith hid in, so they could get a clear view of the neighbours, streets and a straight view of inside the house.
Lilith disguising herself as a blond child with a bloodstained princess dress. She acted with a huge smile on her lips, while the people in her family sat around in fear. One person laid dead, they head laying flat on a plate of food as someone served Lilith a large slice of cake. It seemed like she was getting everything she wanted, considering she had her cake and was eating it too.
With a curled lip and cringed expression, Dean handed over the binoculars for Kim to use.
"It's the little girl. Her face is awful," Dean described as Kim looked through the binoculars, searching for the little girl. Kim shuffled her shoulders quickly before handing the binoculars to Sam.
"Alright then, let's go. We're wasting time," Sam said after his quick look. Sam walked past Bobby and Dean, moving to the front door. Before he could make it, Dean grabbed hold of Sam's shoulder, halting him in his pursuit.
"Wait," Dean hushed, spinning Sam to look at him.
"For what? For it to kill the rest of them?" Sam hissed lowly, the two of them trying to keep their voices down before Lilith finds them.
"Yeah, and us too if we're not careful. Look, see the real go-getter mailman on the clock at nine pm?" Dean hissed back at Sam as he held up the binoculars, seeing a suspicious looking postman fiddling with some mail as he searched the streets. "And Mr Rogers over there." Dean pointed to a neighbours window, where an old man was sitting in his house reading the newspaper.
"Demons?" Bobby asked.
"Yes," Dean nodded. Sam thought about it for a second before responding.
"Ok, fine. We– we–, we ninja pass those guys, sneak in," Sam suggested. Kim sent a flat look to Sam as he shrugged.
"Ninja pass all those demons? Come on, Sam. You can't even ninja pass me," Kim huffed as Sam sent her a flat look, "But you're right, we need to do this, and now," Kim insisted as she watched the demons look around suspiciously.
"They might even know that we're here already."
"Then what? Give a 'Columbian necktie' to a ten-year-old girl, come on!" Dean barked.
"Look, Dean, I know it's awful–"
"You think?"
"This isn't just about saving you, Dean. This is about saving everybody," Sam bribed.
"She's gotta be stopped, son," Bobby sighed. Dean sighed, looking from Bobby and then Lilith.
"Oh, damn it," Dean huffed as Kim smirked, grabbing the demons knife from her waistband and twirled it once between her fingers. She had been waiting for a time to use it.
"Let get ourselves some demons."
•※•
Kim and Sam stood in a bush behind a corner while Bobby went off to help somehow. They waited for Dean to lure the demons their way. Kim held the knife firmly, a wave of power lifted her. The bush bushed against Kim's exposed skin and the chilly night air did the same, raising some goosebumps on her skin. Nothing but the soft rustle of the nature surrounding them could be heard. Kim's heartbeat rose gradually as they waited in anticipation. Sam stood over her, looking out for Dean; and before they knew it, the sound of heavy footsteps ran their way. They watched as Dean ran past, the second pair of footsteps following.
Marching out, Kim stepped in front of the demon just in time to swing the knife straight into his chest. The satisfying crunch of the demon sent a minuscule, twisted smirk to Kim's lips. Ripping the knife out, she wiped the small amount of blood off her face.
Just as one demon was deemed dead, another – Mr Roger's – charged around the corner, prepared to attack. His eyes flashed black for a moment as Sam sprung into action, covering the mouth of the demon to stop him from screaming, holding him still as Kim plunged the knife into his stomach. They watched as he burned up in orange light and crumbled to the ground. Kim slowly pulled the knife out of the demon's stomach who laid dead on the ground before standing up and willing off the blood on her shirt. Dean grabbed Mr Roger's feet and dragged him into a secure hiding place, making sure no other liking demon could see them and sound the alarm.
Dean went off to lure any other demons into the same trap when someone shoved him forcefully against a fence he was passing. A small, female body held itself against Dean, holding him there. A hot breath tingled his neck as a twisted voice spat in his ear.
"I'd like my knife back, please. Or your neck snaps like a chicken bone," Ruby seethed threateningly. Instantly, Sam and Kim came up behind her and Kim held the ridged edge of the demons knife to her throat.
"I thought we made it pretty clear that it wasn't your knife," Kim hissed in her ear as she unwillingly removed herself from Dean. Sam stood next to Dean as Kim held the knife warily close to Ruby's skin.
"How the hell did you get out?" Dean huffed as he watched her.
"What you don't know about me could fill a book," Ruby hissed as Kim smirked. Dean suddenly reacted to her face, moving his head back and opened his eyes just a bit wider.
"Whoa," Dean grimaced.
"What?" Ruby huffed. Dean looked to his side, trying to avoid looking at her face but it was almost like he couldn't.
"Nothing. I just – I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly broad," Dean curled his lips as Ruby shuffled trying to get out of Kim's grasp, but it only caused Kim to tighten her grip.
"Let her go, Kim," Sam sighed, seeing how vividly uncomfortable Ruby was.
"What?" Kim spat, "This bitch stole my knife and you want me to let her go? She lucky she's not dead yet," Kim continued, a disgusted look on her face.
"Cut it out Kim, come on," Sam insisted. Kim licked her teeth but held her ground.
"Listen to the professionals, Kim," Ruby teased, twitching Kim's nerves. "You're so good at it, after all." Kim ripped the knife off of Ruby's neck and pushed past her, meeting in line with the brother, greeting Ruby with a death glare. Ruby smirked slowly and stretched her neck menacingly as if taunting Kim that it was still intact.
Kim held her stance firmly, casting a wave of insecurity over Ruby. Kim had the upper hand, and she abated Ruby to know that she knew that, so with the knife – that Ruby so desperately wanted – in between her fingers, she twirled it around before placing it securely in her waistband.
"Don't talk to me about professionalism," Kim seethed, "What you don't know about me could fill a series," Kim mimicked her words as she glared at her as Dean smirked. "Why don't you do what you said you would and save Dean."
"I gave you a way to save Dean, you shot me down. Now it's too late. He's dead," Ruby hissed to all of them, before turning to Sam and directing her words to him, "And I'm not gonna let you die too."
"Try and stop me, and I'll kill you. Bitch," Sam sassed as Ruby straightener her stance.
"Hit me with your best shot, baby."
"Guys, guys! Hey. Have your little catfight later," Dean interrupted, forcing the three of them to look where Dean was looking. They started as two people – father and son – stood on a porch staring back at them; their eyes flickered back.
"Go, go, run, run!" Sam hustled, pushing everyone further as they ran, lots of demons ran after them. They aimed for Lilith's house, they hopped on their porch and Sam started instantly picking the lock.
"What the hell is taking Bobby?" Dean hissed as Sam had trouble picking the lock.
"I'm trying!" Sam huffed as the demons made their way onto the front lawn. There were many crack wing towards them, more than they were prepared to fight off with one knife. Kim's heartbeat started rising, the house firmly surrounded. Just in time, the sprinklers had turned on, filled with holy water, blessed by Bobby. The demons started to screamed and sizzle, halting them in their tracks.
"Perfect timing, Bobby," Kim whispered under her breath, laughing at the demons as Dean did. Sam finally got the door open and the four of them shoved inside.
"You think Lilith knows we're here?" Dean asked seriously, the mass of the whole situation suddenly weighing on his chest. His eyes glossed over with a reflection of worry. He didn't want to die, it was plain to see. His expression said otherwise where he played the demanding, protective brother who always had his game-face on because his brother needed that, but his eyes held the truth.
"Probably," Ruby said, unsettlingly. The four of them look around a bit, becoming aware of their surroundings. The demons that wanted Sam dead was in the same house as them, and the realization kept getting heavier as the second went on.
They started to walk through the house and towards the living room. Kim had her knife out, ready for anything. It felt so good to have it in her hand again and finally use it. She was only a mere seven-year-old when the knife was stolen, and her dad barely let her near it at that age. He hadn't told her much about it, how he got it or why it was so special an protected, all things she would gravely discover when she was older.
As they walked, Sam leading the way, Dean heard a creak from a nearby door. Quickly, Dean turns around and faces the door, putting his hand over the mouth of a Mr Fermont - the father of the little girl Lilith was possessing - capturing him in his firm grasp. Instantly, Dean 'shushed' him. He seemed extremely cooperative, nodding eagerly, an extream expression of terror over his face.
"We're here to help. Ok? I'm gonna move my hand, and we're gonna talk nice and quiet, okay?" Dean whispered as Mr Fermont nodded quickly. Dean nodded once and removed his hand from his mouth, prepared if he made any sudden noise.
"Sir, where is your daughter?" Sam asked softly. Mr Fermont shook his head in denial.
"It's not... it's not her anymore," he informed.
"Where is she?" Kim asked.
"Upstairs. In her bedroom," he pointed. Kim nodded and looked at Dean.
"Okay, okay, okay. Listen to me. I want you to go downstairs to the basement. Put a line of salt at the door behind you. Do you understand me?" Dean whispered firmly.
"Not without my wife," Mr Fermont shook.
"Yes, without your wife," Dean continued.
"No-" but before he could say anything else, Dean punched him straight in the face, knocking him out instantly. He collapsed into Dean's arms. He picked his up and placed him over his shoulder and gave Kim a look.
"I need to go with Sam," Dean told Kim, "I'm the only one who can see Lilith," Dean whispered, looking down at Kim. She knew exactly what he meant and she couldn't argue. There was no time. Kim wiped out the demon knife and handed it to Sam, who nodded once in acknowledgement.
Sighing, she held out one arm as Dean placed Mr Fermon on her shoulders. The second his weight was off his shoulder and onto hers, the three of them marched upstairs and towards Lilith's room.
Kim was quite a bit smaller than Dean, and although he held him comfortably over one shoulder, he was close to being dragged on the floor with Kim; so she shifted her weight and hauled him over her other shoulder, carrying him as if she was lifting weights on a bar.
She shifted her shoulders and separated her feet, evening out her weight. Carrying him down to the basement, she dumped him in the middle of the room and lined all the windows and doors with salt. After double checking no line of salt was broken, she moved back upstairs.
•※•
The three of them stood in the basement, Mr, Mrs and their daughter stood in a ring of salt.
"You stay in this salt, okay? Stay inside and make sure the line of salt isn't broken; and most importantly, no matter what you hear, you stay in the basement. You got it?" Kim instructed, giving them to the rules and making it as clear as she possibly could. They all nodded, and once Kim was satisfied, they all left.
"Well, I hate to be a 'told you so'." Ruby sassed as they made their way upstairs.
"Than don't say it," Kim growled, not bothering to look at her. Lilith had escaped before they had got the chance to kill her. Now, with minutes left, they had n idea where Lilith was or where she could be. If the weight was crushing before, they were suffocating now, all of them. Kim held a pain inside her, knowing her past was going to be repeated in minutes and she wasn't sure if she could take it.
Her heart was pounding, palms were sweating, the mind was racing and all she could imagine was what Dean could feel. She hated the thought of him going to Hell, and she hopped so much that this was that way to save him, but she knew that they couldn't do it. All that hope she possessed was nothing compared to the realisation of reality, and everything she had once hoped for was crumbling around her, just as it was when she was a kid.
"Alright Ruby, where is she?" Sam asked quickly, knowing that time was running out and Sam and Kim were getting restless.
"I don't know," she admitted as they entered the living room. Kim looked over at Dean, the utter hopelessness of his expression saddened her. She was filled with pity, regret, hatred and terror of all things she hoped to have said to Dean before he died. All things that were too long and too meaningful to express to him in the only minutes left of his life; and she knew she would regret it more if she spoke than if she didn't.
"Could she get past the sprinklers?"
"Her pay grade, she ain't sweating the holy water," Ruby explained.
"Ok, you win. What do I have to do?" Sam asked, but she looked at him was a questioning look.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"To save Dean," Sam continued, frustrated with her stalling, "What do you need me to do?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean said coming up behind Sam, grabbing his shoulder. Sam pulled loose from his grip
"Just shut up for a second," Sam hushed, sending a shocked expression over Dean's face, "Ruby!"
"You had your chance! You can't just flip a switch! We needed time!" Ruby spat at him.
"Well, there's gotta be something! There's gotta be some way, whatever it is, I'll do it," Sam yelled, the panic of the ongoing time crushing him. Dean put another hand on his shoulder but Sam ripped out of his grasp again, refused to be stopped.
"Don't, Dean! I'm not gonna let you go to hell, Dean!" Sam yelled, turning to Sam.
"Yes, you are!" they looked to each other for a second, both broken, "Yes, you are," Dean said calmer. Sam just stared at his brother, breathless.
"I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault, I know that. But what you're doing, it's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you." Sam looked away from his brother, while Kim stood immobilised, an unmanageable weight in her chest. It was really over, and again, there was nothing she could do.
"Then, what am I supposed to do?" Sam muttered brokenly, trying to hold back the tears for as long as he could.
"Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you... okay?" Dean told his brother as Sam sniffles softly, "And remember what I taught you." Dean added gravely as he watched his brother suck in a shaky breath. He turned to Kim and walked over to her. Her lips were parted and in shock as she let him wrap his strong arms around her. They engulfed her, and she willingly fell into his embrace, wrapping her arms desperately around his torso. Turning her face into the crook of his neck, Dean placed a secure hand on the back of her head. She sighed disappointedly.
"I'm sorry," she whispered strongly, wishing she could do more. She had a second chance and she screwed it up; she knew it too.
There was no doubt she was destroyed on the inside, but she refused to seem weak in Dean's last moment. Her tone strong suggested her immense grief, but in a way where she assured Dean that she would be okay.
Dean was the first to pull away, holding Kim's shoulders at arm's length so that he could speak to her, but she knew he wasn't very good with words. She nodded softly at him, signalling him that she already knew what he was going to say, without having to say anything. He huffed a grateful smile and nodded, his hands falling off of her and he instantly lost a sense of warmth.
"Take care, alright?" he told her as she smiled lightly, nodding.
"Always," Kim nodded. As tears built up on Dean's eyes as he stared between Sam and Kim, the grandfather clock ticked, striking midnight. Dean snapped his head in its direction and Kim knew that he was already hearing the growls of Hellhounds.
Dean looked at Sam who was facing the grandfather clock. Sam turned to his brother, tears down his cheeks. Dean gave a little smile to try and keep himself calm as he held back tears. Kim swallowed a lump in her throat, the panic seizing her body.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy," Ruby muttered to Dean. Dean expression instantly fell as he turned to face an invisible force beside him.
"It's here," Kim jolted.
"Hellhound," Dean breathed in terror, not taking his eyes off it in fear that it would move.
"Where?" Sam asked quickly.
"There." Dean pointed to an empty spot on the floor. It began to move closer and Dean bolted into the other room, the three of them following and slamming the door shut behind them. Kim applied all of her body weight against the door as Hellhounds scratched violently to get in. The sound of the wooden door shedding sounded through the panic-filled room as everyone's heartbeat increased.
Dean fumbled as he quickly took out a bag of goofer's dust and lined the door and windows, hopefully tapping them out. Kim could feel the ridged wood burrow into her skin as she pushed the door shut. When Dean was done, he flung himself on the door as well. They held the door shut as the Hellhounds pounded against it, sometimes jolting Kim as she pushed against it.
The pounding suddenly stopped for a second and they all stood still as Dean rushed to make sure the goofer's dust was set.
"Give me the knife, maybe I can fight it off," Ruby insisted, putting her hand out. Sam looked at her, a bit confused but she was turned to Kim, the one who held the knife. Kim took it out of her waistband and held it firmly in her hand. Although she hated the thought of handing it back to Ruby, it might be the only thing to help Dean.
"What?"
"Come on! That dust won't last forever," Ruby yelled and Kim squinted at her suspiciously. Kim hesitantly held the knife out for her.
"Wait!" Dean yelled at Kim, instantly stopping her hand retreating the knife back.
"You wanna die?" Ruby spat, turning to Dean.
"Kim, that's not Ruby. It's not Ruby!" Dean screamed as Kim held the knife up in defence. Everyone turned to 'Ruby' and watched as she sent Dean flying across the room, smashing hard against a table, pinning him. Dean grunted and held his head up, scowling painfully at Lilith, who had possessed Ruby's vessel.
"How long you been in her?" Dean seethed as Lilith's facial expression changed completely, turning slightly childlike.
"Not long," Lilith muttered with a childlike voice. She looked down at her body and smirked. "But I like it. It's all grown up and pretty." She looked up at Dean again who was struggling on the table, her eyes turned completely white, her smirk only widening. With a quick motion of her hand, she sent Sam and Kim against the wall, smashing her head against it.
"And where's Ruby?" Sam asked. Lilith's eyes turned back to normal.
"She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far, far away," Lilith smiled as she cracked her neck as she tilted it side to side.
"You know, I should have seen it before... but you all look alike to me," Dean choked out, the pressure of being pinned against a table affected his speaking. Lilith looked at him before her eyes traced over Kim before snapping her head to Sam. She started walking towards him, slowly, step by step becoming more menacing.
"Hello, Sam. I've wanted to meet you for a very long time," Lilith teased, barely any air between them. She took hold of Sam's chin as he moved his head, trying to avoid her. She pressed against him, forcing her lips onto his, engaging in an unwanted kiss. Sam moved his head away, breaking the kiss.
"Your lips are soft," Sam moved his head up and to the side, ignoring her.
"Right, so you have me. Let my brother go," Sam breathed looking down at her. She just smirked.
"Silly goose. You wanna bargain, you have to have something that I want. You don't," Lilith teased.
"So, is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to Hell. Kill Sam and Kim. And then what? Become queen bitch?" Dean hissed. Kim moved her head around as Lilith looked at Dean.
"I don't have to answer to puppy chow." She moved from Sam to Kim, looking her up and down as she struggled in pain. Kim looked away from her and Lilith just smirked. "You just happened to be in the wrong bar at the wrong time, didn't you? And now you're here, two years later–"
"And I wouldn't have it any other way," Kim spat as Lilith smiled. Dean was shaking on the table, writhing in pain. Lilith piped herself from Kim's presence and walked to the door, her eyes never leaving Dean, the smirk on her lips taunting. Grabbing the door handle, she smirked.
"Sic 'em, boy," Lilith called teasingly as she opened the door. The door swung open and the goofer's dust line bike. Kim screamed in her pinned position, struggling to get out.
Kim couldn't see them, but she knew they were there; and she watched – again – as they pounced on someone she held dear. Kim looked to Dean as a heavyweight landed on top of him, breaking the table. Dean fell down onto the pile of a wooden mess as claws dug into his skin, ripping flesh from his bones.
"Stop! Stop it!" Kim screamed as blood gushed from Dean's large, open wounds. The sound of Dean's screams of agony filled the room, followed by Sam and Kim's please and Lilith's laughing.
They thrashed against the wall, but Lilith's force was stronger. She watched helplessly as Dean cried in pain, blood pouring from him. Wounds appeared on his chest and stomach as the Hellhounds bit and clawed mercilessly into Dean, and no cry of pain or plea for mercy would stop them.
"No! Stop!" Sam yelled, his throat sore from screaming. The Hellhound dragged Dean slightly, shaking Dean's body as they ripped through his leg, a waterfall of blood following. Kim screamed as she watched, flashes of her father appearing before her.
"Enough! That's enough!" Kim screamed.
"Stop it!" Sam pleaded. The blood poured from his wounds like an ongoing flood, and Dean and stopped screaming.
"No!" Kim pleaded as she watched Dean fall motionless.
"Yes," Lilith smirked, as she held out her hand, he palm facing Sam and Kim. Kim looked at Dean, his body ripped to shreds. She screamed in pain, her heart clenched and her muscled throbbing. A pain inside her kept increasing as she thrashed against the wall. She focused everything she had on moving, everything she could summon. Every muscle in her body began to hurt. A loud scream erupted from her as she ripped herself off the wall, falling to the floor. Sam was still pinned and Lilith watched as Kim stood up unstable.
Fear soared through Lilith as she held her hand out, facing its power at Kim. A white light erupted from her hand, throwing Kim against the wall again, but she wasn't hovering like Sam was. It was just a mere force. Kim screamed as the light blinded her, forcing her to close her eyes and tilt her head away.
But the white light soon faded, the fear on Lilith's face only increased as she realised that Kim and Sam were still alive. Unstably, but alive. Both standing and panting, the pressure finally lifting from their chest. Kim looked down on herself. The light had done nothing and the pressure was lifted off Sam.
Kim and Sam looked to each other for a second, the confusion turned to anger in a second as they faced Lilith and took a step towards her.
"Back," Lilith trembled, holding her hand out in defence. Sam just took a deep breath and took another step. "I said, back," Lilith quivered. Sam, with a determined look, bent down and picked up the Knife of Kurds lying on the floor. Kim looked at her hands, unsure of how she escaped Lilith's force before Sam. Lilith looked at Kim, then Sam, viably frightened, her eye widening.
"I don't think so," Sam spat as he held the knife up to stab Lilith, but a loud scream sounded through the room, and smoke escaped the vessels mouth and into the air vent above.
Lilith was gone, sent away by fear; not only fear of Sam but fear of Kim.
After Lilith exited, Sam rushed over Dean, his lifeless body collapsed on the floor, his Crimson blood surrounded his course. Concave wounds tore his flesh as Sam bent down to cradle his brother, the bother who sacrificed himself for him.
Dean's eyes lay open, his once vibrant green eyes slowly turned to a shaded, cloudy green; lifeless. His muscles were motionless, his lips were still and no matter how much his sneaky smirk annoyed Kim, she wished it would appear soon; it never did.
Sam sobbed, tears staining her cheeks, his eyes red and puffy as he held his brother in his arms. There was nothing he could do now, it was too late.
Dean was dead.
The midnight air seemed cooling and the moonlight shone through the goofer dust listed window, all the little things Kim had learnt to appreciate. But she took no notice in the things she had as she stared at Dean, not a tear wet her cheeks. Not one drop of water fell from her eyes, down her cheek and dropped off her chin. Her eyes were dry, unable to bring herself to weep. Her lips drew a line, her heart feeling as if it was about to implode, she let out an involuntary whimper, but not one tear.
"No... no... Dean..." Sam cried for his brother. As he cries and mourns his brother, "Dean..."
Kim bent down next to Sam, taking in the image of Dean from up close. With a shaky sighed, Kim slipped off the silver ring from Dean's finger and placed it on the same necklace as Jo's ring, holding it close to her heart. With a hard swallow, she pushed herself back up and sucked in a breath as she stared down at Dean for the last time.
"Let's go, Sam." She placed a firm and comforting hand on Sam's shoulder, unaware that it was similar to how Dean had. Sam stood put as Kim's had slipped from his shoulder, tears still pouring down his cheeks. Without looking away from his brother, he sobbed.
"You said he was gonna be fine," Sam whispered, his voice a tone of heartbroken. Kim swallowed a lump as she looked up at Sam and then down at Dean. Nothing but the look on Sam's face could make her feel so useless.
There'll be peace when you are done,