Chapter 18- Do You Not Remember Killing Him?

Elliott sat in the back of the Impala still trying to process their last hunt. She could feel the Winchesters concerned glances through the rear view mirror as sat unusually quiet in the front seats. It was a long drive down the Midwest back road. They had left the funeral maybe an hour ago but Elliott was still having a difficult time processing.

Elliott sat on the bed Sam was laid back in, wishing she was out there astral projecting while he stayed behind to assist Pamela.

"Sugar, they are going to be fine. You can stop worrying. I know what I'm doing." Pamela hummed thick voice sooth like honey. Elliott felt her cheeks heat up being caught fretting over the guys.

"Sorry, it's not that I don't trust your abilities. I just don't like waiting around."

"Hmm, woman of action." The psychic smirked at her. "Hot."

She choked on air cheeks now burning. Glad that the dark haired woman couldn't see her blush, but she figured that she could just tell somehow. Elliott didn't know what it was about the psychic that made her act like a school girl with a crush but she would never actually do anything. She loved Sam more than she could even explain, sure the psychic was attractive, but she was nothing compared the big hulking mass of muscle and brain that Sam was. Sam unlike Pamela made her feel comfortable and at home, she never felt nervous around him because they fit so well together.

"Speaking of abilities. I hear you have your own," Pamela's lopsided smirk fell into a serious line.

"How do you know that? Did they tell you?" Elliott asked in disbelief. Offended that Sam and Dean would tell anybody about her healing ability.

Pamela chuckled. "You keep forgetting I'm a psychic, don't you? Those boys would never betray you like that, Elliott."

"Oh," Elliott chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of her neck.

"It's a pretty nifty trick you got there." She got up from her chair and made her way to sit on the bed next to Elliott.

"It's not a trick."

"Oh I know sugar. I can tell." She set a hand on her shoulder with a sad smile. "-but word of caution? You maybe able to help others with this gift but don't forget where it came from. Nothing good can come from a demon." Slyly Pamela's hand slid down her arm to rest on her upper thigh.

Elliott cleared her throat and stood up displacing the woman's hand but before she could stumble out a protest that she was with Sam, a rustling near the door caught their attention. Her eyes flickered from the motel door to Pamela quickly to see the psychic holding a finger to her lips. Then they were both up on their feet moving silently to the motel door.

Elliott had her small dagger out at the ready but when she reached the door and yanked it open- nothing. Nothing but an empty doorway, no one was there. Her shoulders fell and forehead wrinkled confused. She knew both her and Pamela had heard something. A swoosh of fabric behind the women had them spinning around quickly.

"No!" Elliott shouted. A large balding man stood between the two beds where Sam and Dean laid unconscious. When the man's eyes landed on them, they flicked inky black. A sneer creeped on his face. Not wasting any time Elliott sprinted at the demon, her dagger in hand. She wasn't stupid she knew the silver dagger would not harm them black eyed bastard but she hoped it would help her distract it long enough to get to Sam's demon killing knife.

"Well ain't I a lucky one. The reward on you bitch, is higher than ever. Especially now that Alastair has added on to the Prince of Hell's reward. You must'a really pissed him off, doll face." The balding demon spoke confidently.

She lunged at the demon with a closed fist aiming for its ugly face but before she could land a decent punch the demon caught her wrist midair. He threw his head back laughing mockingly. Which only pissed Elliott off more. She growled before sinking the blade in her other hand into his chest. The demon stopped laughing with a grunt and stumbled back in surprise. Staring at the dagger lodged in his chest he loosened his grip on her wrist.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spirtus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis-" She started but a fist slammed into her temple sending her to the musty motel carpet.

"-omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte, ut ecc-" Pamela's voice choked out raspy from across the room.

Elliott whipped her head around a little too fast to see her friend. When her eyes finally focused, she tensed up inhaling sharply. Pamela was being held up against the wall by her throat. A second demon Elliott hadn't even realized was in the room had his fat fingers wrapped around her small throat.

Elliott continued while struggling to her feet. Make her way to the psychic as fast as she could only to be roughly thrown into the wall by the first demon with just a flick of his wrist. Elliott fell to the floor in a heap. A whimper unknowingly escaping her lips when she landed. The first demon smiled wickedly at his companion.

"-ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire-" Pamela continued to choked out when the demons were focused on the hunter on the floor.

"Time to go." The balding demon spoke knowingly to his partner, pulling out the dagger still lodged in his chest.

The psychic's exorcism was completely cut off by a wet cough and a low groan. The sound made Elliott's stomach drop and blood run cold.

"Noooo!" She screamed at the sight of her own dagger burred to the hilt in her friends' stomach. The demons gleefully chuckled and twisted the dagger in her gut, causing a scream to slip from Pamela's lips. "-facias libertate servire te rogamus, audi nos!" Elliott shouted the last of the Latin sending the screaming black smoke from the two demons back to Hell.

Pamela gasped and choked stumbling back to lean up against the wall for support before sliding down. Elliott ran to her supporting her as she slowly glided her down to the carpeted floor.

"Dammit! No, no, no." She cried getting a look at the blood pooling on her friend's stomach. Then helped put pressure on the freely bleeding wound. The urge to heal her was so strong.

"I think the boys solved the case… Don't do it! I told you that your power isn't a gift. I'd rather bleed out then owe my life to demonic powers." Pamela grumbled letting out a cough.

"Shit, where's my phone. I need to call an ambulance!" Elliott fretted ignoring the harsh words. Her now bloody hand digging through her pocket for her phone.

"Stop, stop." Pamela ordered with a small grunt. Her own bloody hand grabbing at Elliott's and held it still. "It's too late sugar."

"No, no its not." Elliott whispered tears now escaping her eyes, making her cheeks wet. "It's not. I can-" She wanted to say heal her, or do it anyway without the psychics consent but her glare made her hesitate. "-I need to get you help Pamela. Please. It- it's going to be okay,"

"Don't lie to a blind person." Pamela croaked with a small smirk for the hunter's behalf. Elliott's face crumpled and a sob escaped her throat. "Shh, shh. Come here, Ellie."

She coaxed her closer Elliott sniffled unable to stop the tears but leaned in anyway. Before she could register what was happening Pamela's lips were on hers in an urgent, passionate, kiss. Her lips moved with her own and before she could process what was happening Pamela pulled away, the kiss over all too soon.

"Couldn't die without a taste." Pamela huffed but it ended in a wet cough. Elliott's full puffy eyes were wide letting out a sad chuckle, tears falling quietly. A sudden gasp alerted them to Sam and Dean's return to the physical world.

"Sam! Dean!" Elliott nearly screeched. Her hands back on Pamela putting pressure on the still bleeding wound.

"Son of a bitch." Dean gasped as the two rushed in on the bloody women sitting on the motel carpet.

"What the Hell happened?" Sam gaped looking from his girl to the psychic. "Did you call an ambulance?"

"I-I-" Elliott tried but just couldn't find her voice.

"I'm not dying in the back of an ambulance." Pamela grumbled. Sam gently pushed a shaking Elliott away to examine Pamela's wound.

"Fuck." Sam grimaced.

"Sam," Pamela whispered. The giant's forehead wrinkled with worry. He knew the wound was fatal, Pamela Barns was not walking out of this motel room.

Sam leaned in close as Pamela beckoned him to. For a strange moment Elliott thought the psychic was going to kiss him too but she didn't. When he was close enough, she whispered in his ear so quietly Dean and Elliott couldn't hear.

A few moments later she was gone.

"Ellie?" Dean's annoyed tone snapped at her. Pulling her away from her memories.

Elliott inhaled sharply blinking quickly to focus on Sam and Dean. "Sorry what?"

"Do you need out?" Dean repeated eyes narrowing at her in either concern or annoyance she wasn't sure. "Last chance to get food and stretch your legs before we get to the motel."

"Oh." She cleared her throat just now noticing that they were no longer moving. They were now sitting at the pump of an older ma and pop's gas station. "I'm alright. Thanks though."

Sam gave her his concerned puppy eyes before turning to his older brother. She couldn't help the eye roll at their silent telepathic like communication. Sure, it was fun when her and Max had done it but people were right it is really annoying to be on the outside of said communication.

"You sure?" Sam couldn't help but ask again. Even though she had reiterated that she was fine Sam had come back from the gas station with a bag of trail mix and a carton of cigarettes. It was very sweet of him. She even cracked a smile when he handed over the cigarettes and complained about her nasty habits.

After feeling Sam eyeing, her through the rear view mirror on and off during the next hour of driving she caved. Mostly just picking through the trail mix but it seemed to satisfy the giant. The classic rock music played softly and none of them felt like talking. So, she just listened to the cassette tape Dean had chosen and drifted off.

Blood. It was very heavily seeping through Pamela's shirt. Pooling on her stomach. Elliott's hands were wet and red as they put pressure on the wound bleeding out before her eyes. Her panicked breath was coming more rapidly as blood pooled around them. The room flashed a blinding white before her eyes and the blood had multiplied by ten. It was everywhere, splattered on walls and pooled beneath them as they sat on a concrete floor. She looked up to Pamela with wide eyes only it was no longer the psychic that laid before her bleeding out. There, now in her place was Max's pale ghost white face, splattered with dark red droplets. His eyes dull and lifelessly staring into her soul. Massive gouges shredded through his flesh as blood gushed out to pool all around them, covering them both in the dark red liquid.

"No, no, no, no, no, no- This can't be happening. I can't lose you Max! Max!" She screamed.

A familiar voice echoed around her. "He's dead because of you. They are both dead because of you. Little one, if you would have just stayed with me, they would still be alive." Elliott's heart ached at the statements. She began to recognize the voice. The yellow eyed demon, Azazel.

"Nooo," She moaned and covered her ears with her bloody hands to block out Azazel's words.

"You bring nothing but death and misery to those around you! If you were still in my care, they would still be alive. Their deaths are on you. You can't escape your destiny little one, and you are just going to get those around you killed for trying to." The yellow eyed demon Azazel's voice echoed loudly in her head. Hands doing nothing to block out the demon's voice. Elliott whimpered as the voice got louder and she couldn't ignore it.

"Wake up!"

Strong hands were shaking her awake. She gasped sucking in air eyes wide flickering all around her until they landed on a hazel galaxy.

"It's okay. You're okay. It was just a nightmare. You're okay." Sam comforted her calmly. She tried to even out her breathing and gave him a nod.

"I'm sorry." It came out as a whisper. Sam who was crouched down over her from the open Impala door shook his head at her.

"Nothing to be sorry about." His thumb stroked her wet cheeks. Reaching up she harshly started whipping at her face not realizing that she had been crying and sat up straighter.

"She okay?" Dean questioned standing behind his brother, unable to get a good view of the girl with the Sasquatch in the way.

Elliott let her head fall into her hands and rubbed her temples not sure if she was embarrassed or ashamed at her unconscious outburst. "I'm fine." She cleared her throat and started to get out of the Impala. "We here?"

"Motel sweet motel." Dean's voice dripped with sarcasm. "How about we order in and crash." He offered trying to lift the blonde hunter's mood. She gave hem a grateful smile and grabbed the last of the duffels from the trunk.

"You sure you're okay? You can talk to me about it," Sam spoke softly in her ear his long arm draped over her shoulders.

Elliott snorted in response giving the giant a pointed gaze. He knew she didn't want to talk about it. She never wanted to talk about it. It didn't matter that she knew he wouldn't judge her it was just too hard to talk about. Sam knew this yet for some reason he always asked.

The moment the motel door shut behind them a tension filled the small space. There was another presence in the motel. All three hunters' instincts kicked in and within a blink of an eye they were all armed and prepared for battle.

"Winchesters." Uriel grumbled standing in front of them. Castiel stood a few feet behind him not looking anyone in the face.

"Oh, come on." Dean complained. Elliott sighed begrudgingly following the brother's actions putting away her weapon, but kept it in reach just in case.

"Dean. You are needed." Uriel stated dully.

"Needed? Needed? We just got back from being needed-"

"We just came from a funeral." Elliott interjected cautiously. The angels still set her teeth on edge. While she thought they were assholes she also realized how powerful they were, she didn't want any of them messing with the angel's if they didn't have to.

"Seven angels have been murdered." Uriel continued without acknowledging her.

"Pamela died to help stop your seals from being broken. Give us a damn break." Dean spat jaw ticking.

"What do you even expect us to do about it?" Sam challenged his shoulders tense as he stretched to his full height.

"Yeah, something powerful enough to kill an angel? That has to be out of our league, right?" Elliott wondered out loud.

Uriel finally laid his dark judgmental eyes on her. "We can handle the demons, whore." Sam nearly growled at the angel but Elliott shushed him by taking his hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

"We have the demon Alastair." Castiel interrupted the tense moment eyes flicking to each of the hunters before landing on Dean. "But he won't talk."

"We need a more qualified interrogator. The torturer's apprentice if you will." Uriel stated coldly.

Elliott's brow furrowed confused. She looked from Dean to Sam for answers but got none. Dean on the other hand's entire being tensed up his spine stick straight at the words leaving the angel's mouth.

"No." Dean shook his head defiantly. "You can't ask me to do this. Not this."

Uriel chuckled a grin stretched his face. "Who said anything about asking?"

Then with a blink of an eye both angels vanished with Dean.

"Dammit!" Sam shouted and began pacing the small motel room. She put her hand to her head trying to think of their next move.

"Sam." Elliott whispered in a comforting tone. Then stepped in front of him to stop his pacing. "Sam, we need to calm down and figure out what our next move is." She reached up and squeezed his shoulder. The anxious giant in front of her let out a loud exhale and ran a hand through his brown mane.

"Ruby." His eyes lite up, the idea forming.

"Ruby?" Elliott parroted not following his train of thought.

"She once used this tracking spell when Dean was- when Dean was in Hell." He dug into his pocket pulling out his phone. Elliott's hands landed on his forearm stopping him for moment.

"Sam?" She locked her hazel green eyes with his. "What Uriel said? Why do they need Dean to interrogate Alastair?"

Sam's foot was heavy on the gas pedal as they raced to save Dean. Ruby had done her location spell over the phone and told Sam where to go. If only they could get there faster. Elliott sat next to him in the passenger's seat. Her leg bouncing anxiously as she focused out the front window. Learning that the man she considers a brother had been a student of Alastair's and tortured souls in Hell as his student was difficult to swallow. Mostly though she was worried for Dean. If what Sam had told her was true, then Dean couldn't do this. It would destroy him. She had to save Dean.

"Ellie." Sam's large hand landed on her upper thigh holding down her leg and halting its nervous jiggling. Warmth radiated off his hand and spread a calming tingle through her body. "This is a bad idea. Please, just let me drop you off somewhere before we get there?"

"We have been through this already Sam. We are at team or nothing. You can't lock me up like that again." Elliott turned to meet Sam's worried eyes that flicked from her to the road. "We're a team Giant. Let's act like it."

Although he was obviously not happy about it, he agreed. Giving her a nod and a reassuring squeeze to her thigh. They had already argued about it enough. Sam had come to the decision that although it was completely reckless and he wouldn't be able to function if the demon got a hold of her, that it wasn't worth being without her. He would just have to protect her if it got close to that. Remembering the last time, he had tried to exorcise Alastair with his mind Sam knew that he needed a boost if he was going to both save his brother while protecting her at the same time.

That was the only reason that he was pulling over to the gas station right now. He needed to be strong and Ruby was able to give him what was grossly needed to become strong enough.

"Alright. You fill her up and I'll get something to munch on." Sam lied pulling up to one of the pumps.

"You sure? Don't you want to just fill up and go? We need to get there as fast as we can, Sam." Elliott questioned a little off put that Sam wanted to get snacks when his brother could be losing part of himself to torture a demon.

"The Impala needs fuel and we need fuel if were going up against Alastair and Angels." Still unsure of what was going through Sam's head she hesitated. He leaned in close and kissed her temple smoothing out the unknown crinkles. "We'll get him back. As a team." He soothed his thumb on her cheek before handing her a card to pay for gas and slipped out of the Impala.

Once inside the gas station his phone buzzed. Checking to make sure he was out of sight of the glass door, before pulling out the phone and checking his new text.

'Men's Room.'

He gave the attendant an awkward smile and quickly made his way to the gas station bathroom.

"Hey'a Sammy." Ruby smirked at his irritated glare.

"I told you not to call me that." He grumbled.

"Where's the girl?" Ruby leaned back against the porcelain sink arms crossed body lax.

"Getting gas. Just hand it over." Sam ordered holding his hand out expectantly. Not wanting to waste valuable time.

"Why is it always straight to business with you boys?" She teased a knowing smirk curled at the corner of her lips.

"Dammit Ruby we're in a hurry. Just give me the blood." Sam commanded with a growl.

The demon chuckled. "Alright, alright." Then dug through her jacket pocket to pull out a vial containing what looked like two shots full of thick red liquid.

"That's it? Ruby what the Hell?" Snatching the vial from her hand despite his complaint.

"Well…" Ruby trailed on in mock thought. "That's all I got for you…"

Sam gritted his teeth not liking where she was going with this. "The Hell does that mean?"

"I may have an extra hit for little Ellie?"

Sam saw red. Before he even knew what, he was doing his hand was on the brunette's throat. Shoving her up against the tile wall. The tile cracked as the demon's head hit it. Ruby winced but didn't react much more.

"Keep that shit away from her." Growls vibrating deep within his chest.

"What?" Ruby jested raspy with his hand squeezing her airway. "Only you are allowed to get strong Sam?" Sam pulled her forward by her throat before slamming her back again. Rage filling every inch of his face.

"No. She's too good for that. It's too late for me but not for Ellie. She's innocent, leave her out of this." He snarled.

"Sam," Ruby grunted against his tightening grip. She didn't need air but it was still uncomfortable.

"I. Said. No." Sam's deep voice rumbled each word slowly before continuing. "I don't care that you saved my life Ruby. You get that blood anywhere near her? I won't just send you back to Hell, I'll kill you myself." He threatened coldly waiting for her to respond.

"Okay, fine!" She coughed. Sam released her with an even look and held his hand out again.

"The other one." Sam demanded. Ruby rolled her eyes and gave him an annoyed glare before obeying. Handing over the other vial of blood.

"If she gets hurt, it's on you now. Don't come crying to me if something happens when you could have given her a chance to defend herself." Ruby remarked coldly before she left the men's bathroom, leaving him alone.

Sam let out a long sigh looking back to the small vials in his hands. Then quickly without thinking too hard shot back one of the little vials then repeated the action with the other. Making sure to get every last drop he could. Turning to the sink, he licked his lips of any possible remaining blood. His lids closed tightly, not want to look at his own reflection right now. This was wrong he knew it, but if drinking demon blood could help him save the people he cared most about in this world, it was worth it. The feeling hit him almost instantly. He let his head fall back with a trembled breath, his knuckles straining as he gripped onto the porcelain sink. A shudder ran through his spine and warmed his entire body as he felt the high kick in. He felt- no -he was stronger, much more powerful. He turned the faucet on cupping the water in his hand and raised the cold water to his mouth. After gurgling it he swallowed the water instead of spitting it back out, not wanting to waste a drop. He had a brother to save, and a girl to keep safe he needed every drop possible.

Sam took longer than expected getting the snacks that he had felt was so necessary. He gave Elliott a tight plastered on smile with an excuse of an elderly cashier holding him up. She gave him a soft understanding smile, knowing Sam had to be riddled with worry for his big brother. Who was she to judge how he handled his anxiety? Dean was in trouble, and they needed to save him. Elliott didn't know how they were going to save him let alone by pass the angels to even get to Dean, but they had to get him out of there.

They pulled up to the old abandoned meat processing plant where Ruby's location spell had led them. Sam now realizing he didn't have the demon killing knife to give to Elliott sent her a longing look eyes pleading her to stay in the warded Impala. Though he was smart enough not to ask her verbally knowing she would refuse and could very possibly start an argument. They just didn't have time for that.

She was the first to step out of the Impala stretching and stashing away her dagger in her old scuffed up combat boot. Careful to avoid his pleading puppy dog eyes, Elliott pulled out her glock. She checked the safety and held the gun in hand, ready for action.

"We're a team Jolly Green, remember?" She reminded him hesitant to glance into his big galaxy like eyes. Sam cleared his throat and steeled himself rolling his shoulders back.

"A team." He nodded before motioning her to follow him.

The sight they walked in on would haunt Elliott's nightmares for months. Alastair had smeared a bloody hand over a sigil on the wall. It seemed to be what made the angel Castiel glow too brightly when they reached the doorway. The angel disappeared in the bright light with a shout. The light faded letting both hunters' eyes adjust. Alastair turned to face the incoming couple with a crooked grin, but Elliot missed it. All she could see was Dean laying in a listless pile broken, bloody, and bruised on the cold concrete.

"Dean!" Elliott's horrified scream echoed in the cold room. "Dean!" She squeaked again when she landed on her knees in front of his unconscious body. She cradled his head all bloody and swollen trying to rouse him.

Alastair's chuckles morphed into cackling as he watched the hunters. Sam was leaning over Elliott to check his brother's pulse. His shoulders shuttered slightly relieved to feel Dean's pulse going although not as strong as it should be. Sam knew he had to make this quick to get Dean some help. Dean's eyes fluttered and he moaned in her arms. His normally bright green eyes hazed and slowly tracking from them to the demon across the room.

"Oh, Barbie doll." Alastair's lips curled up in a wicked grin. Amusement lit up his eyes. "Never did I think I'd see my little screamer protecting my protégé. Very interesting."

Dean winced and tried to keep his eyes open and on the threat in front of them. Standing quickly Sam growled with a hand held out stretched in front of him. Alastair's smirk fell as he began coughing. Elliott tensed up at Sam's actions and with Dean's head in her lap she could feel him tense up as well.

"I have questions." Sam glared. "-and you're going to answer them."

Alastair grunted and sneered at the tall hunter no longer focused on Dean and Elliott. With a flick of Sam's wrist, the demon flew back into the wall. Making Elliott gape at both her giant and the demon stunned at Sam's ability.

"Stupid pet tricks." Alastair spit.

"Who's murdering the angels?" Sam demanded.

Alastair snorted amused at the hunter's accusation. "It's not us, you dim witted buffoon."

Sam wasn't accepting that as an answer. The hand he held stretched out towards the demon closed into a tight fist causing a gurgled grunt to spew out from Alastair's lips.

"It's. Not. Us." He grunted again before turning his head to Elliott sitting on the ground holding a barely conscious Dean. "We have more important things planed than killing angels." He gave the blonde hunter a promising wink. Despite her attempt to hide a shiver both Alastair and Sam saw it. The twisted grin on the demon's face tore into a grimace and blood started to drip from his lips and down his chin. He grunted in pain as Sam filled with rage.

"The Hell is that supposed to mean?! What do you and Azazel want from her?!" Sam roared. He had to let his rage settle to even let the demon speak.

Alastair's painful grimace fell and he blinked slowly at Sam. Eyes narrowing and head cocking to the side with confused awe. Then after a silent moment the demon's eyes widened comically and the corner of his lips curled upward. He threw his head back and barked in a fit of laughter.

Elliott swallowed hard her throat going dry. She could feel Dean's shallow breath hitch at Alastair's wicked laughter. Again, just like before Sam wasn't going to accept the demon's reaction as an answer and he twisted his out stretched fist.

Alastair shouted and grunted as blood continued to dribble down his chin. When Sam let up the demon chuckled smirking knowingly.

"Azazel is dead!" Alastair coughed amused at the young Winchesters absurdity. "You should know. Or do you not remember killing him?"

All three hunters stared for a moment stunned. Even Dean while breathing shallowly, bloody, and beaten in her arms went ridged. Sam faltered and flicked a worried gaze back to Elliott and his brother.

"…but, Elliott said… his eyes, were yellow,"

A snort escaped the demon he looked down and shook his head patronizingly. That seemed to stir Sam out of his shock. His lost wide eyed appearance morphed into a twisted sneer. Rage boiled in his veins as he twisted his outstretched fist again.

"Who!" Sam demanded. "If not Azazel who!"

Alastair's painful shouts echoed against the brick walls before he answered panting heavily.

"Azazel isn't the only demon with yellow eyes." Alastair panted. "Azazel may have been the one to infect your little bitch-ugh-!" He cried out when Sam fist clenched tighter. "-but he's dead."

"Who!" Sam yelled and repeated his attack.

"Ramiel!" Alastair screamed and gasped in pain.

"Ramiel?" Sam repeated his brows scrunched together not recognizing the name.

"His brother." Alastair panted. "Just like Azazel a Prince of Hell. When he heard his brother had failed, he had no choice but to step in. Someone had to continue on with the plan."

Elliott was trembling, completely shocked. They had it all wrong. Azazel wasn't the one who was after her. This Ramiel was.

Dean startled and started gasping and struggling in her arms. Her head snapped down to him panicked at his struggles. He was losing too much blood, and was going into shock. Who cares about the stupid demons were or what they were planning when Dean was dying in her arms?

No. No, she refused to lose anyone else. She just lost Pamela, and not that long ago Max. Elliott could not lose another brother. She would not let that happen. Not when she could help him. Placing her hand on his already discoloring and swollen cheek, ignoring the echoing cries from Alastair behind her.

"It's okay Dee, I'm going to make it better." She whispered softly, but Dean wasn't able to hear her over his choking gasped in between his panting.

The fog clouded her instantly and completely. Making her mind slow down. Her eyes glazed over unable to focus on anything but Dean's pain. Alastair's screams had faded away entirely. Her stomach suddenly dropped and had her curling in on herself to try and lessen the queasy gurgle in her gut. Unlike every other time she had used her ability she felt every injury ripple through her at once. Pain. Oh so much pain. It hurt everywhere. Her face throbbed and there wasn't a spot on her body that didn't ache.

An echoing voice vibrated around her frantically but it sounded so far away. All she wanted was to curl up and die already. It hurt so much. The voice grew louder a little clearer. Her eyelids fluttered trying to open. To open and tell the voice to be quiet and leave her to die alone, but her lids were too heavy as if weighted down. Through the pain she felt herself fading in and out uncomfortable and miserable.

"Ugh-" Elliott moaned out.

"Fuck. Fuck, Dean! Drive faster!" Sam's devastated voice panged her heart. She wanted to comfort him to tell him everything was going to be okay but she was still battling her heavy eyelids.

"I'm driving as fast as I can!" Dean shouted his voice tugging on her heart as well.

"Ss 'kay…" Elliott breathed so quietly she wasn't sure anyone else could hear her.

"Ellie? Elliott? Can you hear me?" Sam sputtered she felt his hand holding the back of her throbbing head. Her very heavy eyelids obeyed and fluttered open into slits finally able to see her giant. "Hey, hey, hey! Stay with me baby. You gotta stay awake for me."

She felt her head lull into her giant's chest with the movement of the Impala. It hurt too much and with everything spinning she could only groan or whimper back at him. Words beyond impossible to form.

"How she doing back there?" Dean barked out from somewhere she couldn't see.

"Ellie, no, no, no, please." Sam begged it wasn't until she felt wet drops fall onto chin did, she realize she had shut her eyes again. "Don't you dare die on me."

The world was spinning faster now and her breath was coming in shallow gasps as she tried to fight to stay with it. To do what her giant was begging her to do, but she kept fading in and out. At one point she thought she was being carried. Cotton muffled her ears making the world whirl around her faster. She thought she could hear Sam and Dean shouting but her head was so confused she couldn't be sure before she finally blacked out.

Author's Note: Sooo... what do you think? I have been dying to reveal that it is Ramiel after her and not Azazel for a long time now. Hope that was a good surprise and adds to the story plot for everyone reading. I didn't mean to leave this on a cliffhanger but then next chapter would be either super short or skipping around too much if I didn't end here.

Sorry this chapter took almost a week longer than planned. I have been sewing masks for my friends and family due to this covid19 crap. I didn't have much time to write at all this week and because of that I have been getting stressed out. I am going to try and force myself to have some me time (writing time).

Please leave a kudo if you are enjoying the story so far, and a comment would make my day! Tell me what you think of the chapter, the new twist of the yellow eyed demon being Ramiel and not Azazel. Is it too much or is it interesting? Stay safe!