After some major convincing on Sam's part, he Dean, and Cas found themselves in the throne room of Hell, standing before the one and only king… Crowley. He stared back at them with a smirk. None of them want to be the first to start this conversation. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"So, Moose, Squirrel, feathers, what do I owe the pleasure?"
"We need your help," Sam said quickly.
"What is it you need my help with," he asks.
"We need your help getting Y/n out of a contract with one of your demons named Belphegor," Dean says.
Crowley takes some time to think over the proposal.
"What was the deal?" he asks.
"That Belphegor helps Sam capture demon me, and in return, he gets possess her for five years, shes only go two left apparently," Dean replies.
Crowly stops to think again, making the boys stand and wait for his decision.
"I can't do anything, she's just going to have to wait it out," he says. Dean can barely stop the rage from getting to him, and before Sam can stop him, he's charged at Crowley and grabs him by his pretty little collar and punched him in the face. Sam and Cas run after him and pull him away.
When Crowley finally stops seeing stars he looks at Dean who already had tears streaming down his cheeks, as Cas and Sam hold him back.
"You need to help us fucking fix this, you son of a bitch, you are the goddamn king of hell so don't spew me any bullshit saying you can't fix shit," Dean's voice is hoarse because of all the emotions he's been holding in the past few days. Holding back every cry that wants to rip through him every time he hears your screams and cries of pain.
Crowley stops to take in all that is happening before in and has a change of heart.
"I'll see what I can do," he says nonchalantly. "That's the best you're going to get," he says
Dean tries to lung at Crowley, but Sam and Cas are already dragging him back out of the throne room.
"We need to go Dean," Sam says. "Before we mess it up, he's agreed to help, let's just go,"
And with that Dean stopped struggling, and lead the way out.
Back at the bunker Dean, Sam and Cas are all sitting at the table in the kitchen, for once there was silence in all of the bunker. Now screams of pain, no whimpering, nothing. It was almost a little too quiet.
"I'm going to check on Y/n," Sam said before getting up from the table to leave. Leaving Cas and Dean alone. Dean was leaning with his head in his hand.
"Are you alright?" Cas asked. But all he received was silence. "De-"
"Cas shut it, Ok! I'm definitely not alright!" Dean shouted.
"I wish everyone would stop asking me that," he sighed. That's when they heard a loud crash coming from down the hall.
"Sammy?" Dean shouted down the hall. And as if on queue another loud crash sounded.
Sprinting to the dungeon they find Sam unconscious against the wall, the sound of someone thrashing around was what dragged their attention over to the other side of the room, where crowley had you pinned against the wall using his demon powers.
"Belphegor," Crowley boomed. "You're going to leave this poor girls body now, or when you do eventually get back to hell no one in the history of torture will have been tortured with the torture that you'll be tortured with," he says with belphegor still squirming under his grip.
"Fine," he chokes out. And the black smoke starts to fall from you mouth, into the floor and back to hell where he belongs.
Crowly lets you go, and you scream in pain once again, and slump to the floor.
"Y/n, Y/n!?" Dean runs over to you, and holds you. You grunt when he tries to move himself around you.
"H-he b-broke a fe-w-w of my r-r-ribs during a f-f-fight," you say "A-and I-I-I think he d-d-dislocated m-my s-shoulder." you are barely able to breath underneath the weight of exhaustion you are feeling. Dean looks at you, your face is pale and almost lifeless, your eyes are sagging with exhaustion.
Cas is immediately by you side, he places his fingers on your forehead to asses the damage before he sends his grace flowing through you to heal you, while he was healing you you let the warmth bring you into a state of unconsciousness.
"Cas, what happened?!" Dean asked concerned.
"She had more than just a few broken bones, Dean's she's been almost completely drained of life, she hasn't slept in months, eaten, or anything." Dean couldn't bear the news. "She needs to rest and regain her strength," Dean lifts you up and starts to carry you back to your shared room.
He pushes the door open, and lays you down gingerly on your side of the bed, and tucks you in. He steps back to take in your figure, he notices now just how slim you'd gotten. He sheds a few silent tears while looking at you, before he pulled a chair up to your side of the bed to sit in. he takes your small limp hand in his and kisses it before setting it back down. He rests his forehead on the edge of the bed, stays like that praying to god that you live. His tears still silently falling from his face onto the tiled floor below.
days before you woke up. Dean stayed by your bed the whole time, he hadn't showered in days. But he didn't care. He wanted to be there when you finally woke up. He had noticed you had started to stir in you sleep, he was right up and beside you in a second.
The first thing you were met with were the beautifully stunning green eyes of the man you had loved. But all they brought you was anxiety and fear. He looked into your eyes with a loving gaze, you could see his mouth moving, but you couldn't hear anything he was saying. All you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears, and how it picked up every second you stayed staring back at him.