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This is my all time low
Somehow it feels so familiar
Somehow it seems so familiar
I feel like letting go
And every second that goes by
I'm screaming out for a second try
Said goodbye, to my best friend
Sometimes there's no one left to tell me the truth
This is the mess I've made
These are the words I can't erase
This is my life support, shutting down, for the final time
And it twists like a blade
And kills me for the rest of my life
Less than Jake – The Rest of My Life
Aaron walked back towards the cabin, wiping the trail of tears off her cheeks and laughing bitterly at herself. She did this every time they parted ways, not that she would ever let Dean know, and it always pissed her off that she was that attached to him. That she could be brought to tears just watching him walk away. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the still open door, wishing he would walk back in and wrap her in his arms. She just needed something to help her not always think that this was going to be the last time she would see him alive.
She thought back to when she had found out about his deal. She had never blamed him for his decision, never hated him for it. He loved Sam, and she understood that. And honestly, he really didn't have to explain himself to her. It was never her position to chastise him or make him feel any worse than he did in the situation. He had done what he thought was best.
Life without Dean had been beyond miserable. She had struggled to stay sane, to keep from falling apart, attempting to hang onto some semblance of dignity and hope. To be completely honest, she had done everything but that. She had fallen into a cycle of drinking and hunting. Slowly she had been killing herself, without regard to anyone else and not caring what anyone else had to say. She hadn't been alone in that adventure into the pits of despair. Sam and Bobby had been there themselves, the three of them not able to even recognize the others' downfall. Over and over the events of that night had played in her mind, like an automatic repeat. She had continually regretted that she hadn't made it in time. That she had been unsuccessful in helping Bobby and Sam defeat Lilith and break Dean's deal. She ran her hands through her hair in frustration as memories of that night seeped in from the dark crevices of her mind.
May 1, 2008
Aeron cursed as she glanced at the clock in her car, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, the numbers switching as if to mock her, silently.
11:45 PM
She glanced at the GPS unit, hoping that it would tell her that she was closer than she really was. Instead, the unit kept steady, telling her that there was 7 miles to the house in Pontiac, Illinois. She pushed harder on the gas pedal, urging her truck to go faster, even though she knew deep down that she wouldn't make it in time. She could only hope and pray that Sam and Bobby had figured out a way to save Dean.
11:55 PM
Aeron turned onto the street and pulled up to the house, glancing at the address that Bobby had sent her earlier that day. She stopped suddenly when a man stepped out in front of the truck. She glanced around her, taking in the sheer number of demons surrounding the house. Glancing at the clock again, her eyes teared up as she struggled to come up with a plan.
11:57 PM
She had to try, even if it meant losing her life in the process. If she could make it past them and onto the lawn, she figured she would be fine. She could only assume that the sprinkler system had been blessed and was spraying out holy water as none of the demons were moving past the dry area. She said a quick prayer, something new for her, and swung open the door of the truck, beginning her fight towards the lawn.
She clawed her way through the hoard of demons, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she slammed to the ground just outside of the water line. Her fingers dug into the grass as she tried to drag her body onto the lawn, kicking at the demon that clung to her legs. She was immediately soaked and the screaming demon bitch that had been latched to her finally released her legs. She wiped a trail of blood and water out of her eye, taking a deep breath. She heard, in the distance, the chiming of a clock signaling midnight and she was immediately consumed with dread.
12:00 AM, May 2, 2008
Aeron scrambled to her feet, sliding on the wet blades of grass, and ran towards the house. She began to beat on the door, screaming when it wouldn't open, tears running down her face as she heard screaming coming from inside the house. With one final kick to the door, it finally broke free, hanging on its hinges.
She raced down the hallway, the screaming guiding her direction. She had almost made it into the room when a blinding light exploded out of the room. Covering her eyes, she turned her face into the wall, trying to block it out. After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking to make sure she was able to see. She walked towards the open French doors; hoping for the best, knowing and fearing the worst. She stepped into the room and lowered her weapon, taking in the scene before her. All she could focus on was Dean, lying in the middle of the room, his body broken, bleeding, and torn to shreds. It took everything she had not to flee the room and vomit. She slowly began walking towards Sam who was clutching Dean's body against his own. It felt as if she were floating, as if this was all a terrible dream.
Sam looked up at the sound of her sob and her hand tentatively touching his shoulder. She fell to the ground beside him; her hand on his back in an attempt to offer some kind of comfort, not that there really could be any, and stared into the dead eyes of Dean Winchester.
Present Day
Aeron stood and began gathering her clothes, her stomach rolling with the memory. She tried to think of something besides Dean's broken and bloody body. He was back, he was fine. His body was completely intact, and in fine working condition. She smiled at the thought as she slid her t-shirt over her head. Yes, he was in fine working condition. She slid on her pants and as she finished with her buckle, she felt as if someone was watching her. Aeron looked up and let out a gasp, reaching for her weapon, cursing herself for being so stupid in letting her guard down.
"I will not harm you, Aeron," the man said quietly, his gaze intense.
"Who are you? She asked as she leveled her gun at the man's head and chambered a round, "How do you know my name?"
"I know a lot about you Aeron," the man seemingly unfazed by the gun pointed at his head. "I am Castiel, I am the one who raised Dean from Perdition."
Aeron kept her gun trained on his head as she took a step closer. After a few minutes, and for reasons she didn't entirely understand, she lowered and disarmed her weapon.
"What do you want?"
