"Don't worry, Cas. I'm gonna help them kick that habit real soon." That hysterical laughter started again, making me cringe. Dean stalked over and slammed the little door down in the monster's face. I was relieved not to have to look at those eyes anymore, but that didn't stop the sounds coming from the room.
"Dammit, Dean! Such a killjoy!", the monster whined dramatically. "Why don't you send my little bitch in here to make it up to me, huh?" His laughter echoed off the metal walls and door of the room making it sound like there was a hoard of monsters locked in there.
"Shut up, Sam, before I do something we'll both regret!", Dean growled with his hands pressed up against the door. I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked over at me. The pain in his eyes was almost more than I could bear. "I'm so sorry, Vi. I should have protected you from..."
"No, Dean!", I cut in. "I watched you die! AGAIN!" He looked at me confused. "When I was coming down from the second floor, I had another vision. I saw your brother kill you. RIGHT HERE!" I walked over to the spot where he had been laying, unconscious. There was a splatter of blood where his head had been. "That's why I came down here! I couldn't let you die! NOT AGAIN!" I sobbed out the last two words and turned away from him.
"AWW! HOW SWEET!", the monster shouted from behind the locked iron door. "Profession of love!" He snickered and I cringed. He seemed to know me so well! Better even than I knew myself.
I heard footsteps come up behind me and felt a hand on my arm. I hugged myself and looked down at my feet. I just couldn't look at him. I knew he just wanted to comfort me, but his touch only made the fact that he didn't have feelings for me all the worse. "Dean, please don't... Just leave me alone, OK?"
"OOO! SHUT DOWN!", the monster barked. "Crashed and burned, eh Dean?" Dean's hand left my arm and I heard his footsteps retreat away from me. I felt worse than ever. "Let me out, Dean!", the monster shouted. "I can comfort her in ways you never could. In ways you couldn't even imagine." Dean spun around and stalked toward the metal door.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, SAM!", Dean snarled, kicking the door.
"Did I miss the party, boys?", a gruff voice called from behind me. We all turned to see Crowley walk out of the shadows underneath the stairs. I think we all heaved a collective sigh of relief. He strolled up to the heavy iron door and raised the flap on the little window. "Well, long time no see, Sam!", Crowley said, smiling. "I hear you've been a very naughty little Moose!" The monster on the other side of the door narrowed his eyes at the demon as a snarl rose from deep in his belly.
"I'll kill you!", the monster hissed. He suddenly flung himself at the door, kicking and screaming. "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, DEMON!" It was like Crowley had awakened a rampaging beast. Even in his worst mood, I had never seen him like that. He even tried to reach through the little slot in the door and grab Crowley by the neck. Crowley dodged the monster's grasp and backed away from the door. Dean slammed the little flap down and locked it in place.
"Sam has been a VERY naughty little Moose!", Crowley grumbled, straightening his suit jacket. He noticed me standing at the opposite side of the small basement away from Dean and the other two men. He smiled that wicked smile that made me shudder. He stood there leering at me until Dean spoke up.
"Did you get it?", Dean barked at the demon, making me jump. Crowley acted like he had forgotten than anyone but me was there.
"Hmm?" The demon jerked his head around looking for the owner of that voice. "Oh, yes! Of course! Sam's soul." He turned back around and smirked at me. I didn't like it when he smiled at me. It gave me the chills. And after what he had tied to do to me, it only got worse. He was planning something. I could feel it. If there ever was a time that I wished for a vision, this was the time. But this gift(or curse, depending on how you looked at it) was out of my control. He pulled the small purple crystal from the inside of his jacket and held it out to Dean. Dean reached out to grab it and Crowley pulled his hand back. "Ah-ah-ah!", Crowley sang, wagging a finger at the hunter, and putting the stone back inside his jacket.
"What kinda fucking game are you playing, Crowley?", Dean growled. "I thought we had a deal!" Dean's nostrils flared in rage and his hands were balled into fists. Crowley grinned at Dean and walked back toward me again. He walked around behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. He looked back at Dean from over my shoulder.
"I want to renegotiate our deal", the demon purred, plopping his chin down on my shoulder. I was trembling and I wrapped my arms around myself. I stared down at the floor. I felt three pairs of eyes staring at me from across the room. Dean, Cas, and Bobby all stared at me with horror on their faces.
"NO!", Dean seethed, taking a step toward us.
"If you don't want me to throw Sam's soul back in the cage with Lucifer, you'll stay where you are." Dean froze, looking at the demon with sheer hate in his eyes. Crowley smiled, wrapped a sweaty palm around my throat, and ran his other hand down my arm. "You want the stone, I want the girl. It's that simple."
"CAS!", Dean screamed. "STOP HIM!" Cas stalked toward Crowley with his angel blade drawn. But before he could get closer than 3 or 4 feet, Cas stopped like he'd hit an invisible brick wall. He tried again, and again was stopped in his tracks.
"I can't!", Cas growled. "He's warded himself against me!" Crowley stepped to the side of me slightly and ripped open his shirt. I turned my head as far as his hand would let me and saw a strange symbol painted on his chest in red paint. At least, I hoped it was paint. The alternative made me sick to my stomach.
"That's right, Dean!", Crowley cooed. "I assumed that your pet angel would be involved and I wasn't going to come unprepared." He pulled me back against him and squeezed my throat, making me gasp and wheeze. "I suggest you call off your dog, Dean, if you want her to keep breathing!"
"Back off, Cas! Now!", Dean hissed. Cas backed away and Crowley eased his grip. I gasped for air, trying to pry his hand away from my neck.
"You'll stop struggling, if you want Dean to see tomorrow", Crowley whispered low in my ear so nobody else could hear. I froze, dropping my arms. I couldn't let the demon kill him. I knew he didn't love me, but I couldn't make my heart stop loving him!
"It's OK, Dean", I whispered. "You can let me go." He looked at me and his face contorted in agony. He shook his head, looking down at the floor. "You need your brother, Dean. What you do for people is too important to throw away just for me." I smiled and he looked away, unable to meet my eyes. Tears streamed down his face and he put his hand over his mouth. I looked at Cas and then Bobby, they were looking at the scene with tortured expressions. "Please keep Dean from doing anything stupid, OK guys? He needs you now more than ever."
"Is that a yes, Darling?", Crowley whispered, rubbing my jaw with his thumb. I looked up at Dean again and he was shaking his head violently.
"Yes", I said softly. He chuckled into the side of my face.
"No, please Vi! Don't do this!", Dean sobbed. "We'll find another way!" He pleaded with me not to trade myself for him. I wished there was another way out of this, but there wasn't. He and I both knew it.
"Then you know what you have to do, don't you Love?", the demon cooed. I turned around to face him, knowing what this decision meant. I would never see Dean again. When I leaned into him and touched my lips to his, my soul died. He kissed me back, never taking his eyes off of Dean's face. I can only imagine what Crowley saw there. When I started to move away from him, he grabbed the back of my head, holding me in place. He kept his eyes locked on Dean, as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I didn't fight him this time. I knew there was no point. I belonged to him now. I had to accept that. Without warning, he jerked me away from his face by my hair and spun me around to face the three men.
"Vi... I...", Dean stuttered. He was on his knees in front of me, totally defeated. Crowley pulled the stone from his jacket and held it out in front of him. Dean just sat there staring at me. He didn't move to take the crystal from Crowley and Crowley shrugged, throwing the stone into the air toward Dean. Dean finally took his eyes off of me and held his hands in the air, trying to catch the stone before it shattered on the hard concrete floor. At that moment Crowley disappeared, taking me with him. I only had one thought as my world went dark.
I never got to say goodbye.