You watched the light from the candles dance on the crumbling cement walls. You let yourself fall into a trance staring at them; it was better than what was happening on the other side of you. Rowena stood at the altar, mixing ingredients and chanting in Latin, it was too fast for you to translate and anyway you weren't great with languages, that was Sam's department. You caught a word here and there, but the words you did know did not help to calm you down. This was it, you were going to die. And where was Dean? Probably grinding up against some girl in some bar miles away from here. He wasn't coming to get you; your father was right: Dean Winchester was going to get you killed. Your ring burned against your finger; you twirled it around and around, letting the Moonstone slide across your palm. You took a deep breath and tried to find the strength and courage to get yourself out of here, but your well was dry. There was nothing you could do.
You clenched your jaw and screamed as you pulled against the leather straps that kept you locked down on the table. You could feel the hide cutting deeper into your skin. A trickle of warm blood ran down your ankle.
"Let me go!" You raged, whipping your head towards the red headed witch.
"I told you to shut it!" She screamed back at you. All of her nice words and smiles were gone, she sneered at you and went back to her work.
"Rowena please, just tell me why. Why are you doing this?"
"Why? I'm going to kill your boyfriend, and this spell is going to make sure he stays dead this time. Can't have him keep popping back up every time he drops." Rowena sprinkled something into the brass bowl and it sizzled.
You started to cry again, you couldn't hold it back even though you tried.
"Don't be so sad, you'll see him soon, in heaven. At least I hope for your sakes it'll be heaven," she snickered.
"You're gonna kill me?" You whimpered as she confirmed what you had feared.
"Yes dear. See, I told you I need your blood. But actually I need all of it: the blood of Dean's true love. So just lay there quietly and I'll be with you in a moment." She continued her chant and you lost yourself to the tears.
"Rowena please don't do this..." You only had one card left to play, so you went for it. "Please, I'm pregnant."
The witch stopped and snapped her head up to look at you. "You are?" Her lips curled up into a nasty smile.
"Yes, please. Just let me go." You begged.
Rowena threw her head back and laughed loudly. She clapped her hands in excitement. "Oh that's even better! We'll stop the entire Winchester line at once! Lord knows Sam will never knock anyone up!"
"You evil bitch!" You spat at her. She grinned and went back to work. You twisted at your bindings, using all the strength left in you to tear at the leather holding your arms down, but it was useless.
Rowena came towards you slowly carrying a long silver knife and a small bowl; Latin incantations falling from her thin painted lips. She stopped next to you and panic filled your body. You struggled again, trying desperately to break free; your heart raced and you began to sweat. A screamed ripped through your throat as Rowena brought the blade down across your arm, cutting deep and releasing a stream of dark red blood. It flowed down your arm into the bowl she held underneath you. You grit your teeth and moaned at the pain, tears blurring your vision. You gave up trying to escape, this was it, it was all over; and Dean wasn't coming.
Sometime after two a.m. Dean managed to pull the Impala back into the Bunker's garage. He had driven home slowly, putting all his energy into keeping his focus on the road. Sam was beyond wasted and he nodded, eyes closed against the passenger side window. Dean shook him awake after throwing Baby into park. Sam blinked a few times and smiled happily at his big brother. "That…was fun," Sam said sloppily. He smacked his lips together and pushed the door open.
Dean laughed and shook his head, "You always were a happy drunk Sammy."
The bunker was quiet and dark. Dean started singing to himself as he walked through the cavernous building towards the bedrooms. Y/N had made him promise to spend the night before their wedding apart; another one of the silly traditions she wanted to observe, but Dean didn't want to wait. He wanted to see her, wanted to kiss her, to push her down into the sheets and taste every inch of her. His legs took him to her door without him realizing it; his desire was in the driver's seat. He knocked and turned the knob.
The room was empty. The pillows were propped up against the headboard, Y/N's book open on the mattress; everything was as she had left it this morning. Dean's eyes danced around the room, taking a moment to register the facts in his drunken haze: Y/N's gone.
His boot falls echoed loudly through the halls as he ran to the bathrooms: empty. He turned and rushed to the kitchen: dark and vacant. He called her name as he tore through the Library, War Room, even the Dungeon. He found the same in each: nothing.
"Sam!" He called to his brother as he swung around the corner into the Garage. Y/N's car was gone. OK, she wasn't taken, she left. His mind went through everything he remembered from the day: she was going out with Rowena, she was supposed to be back by now, and she hadn't answered her phone all night. He dialed her number frantically, his big fingers slipping off the touch screen. "Sam!" he yelled again, walked quickly towards Sam's room as the phone went straight to Y/N's voicemail.
Sam's door popped open and the tall Winchester stuck his head out, looking quizzically at Dean. "What's wrong?"
"You've got Y/N, drop your words at the beep."
"Y/N, you call me back immediately. Please," Dean yelled into the phone and then looked up at Sam. "She's not here. She hasn't answered the phone all night. Sam…she's gone."
Sam rubbed a hand down his face and slapped his cheek to wake himself up. "OK, let's just figure this out. Where could she have gone?"
Dean's fingers raked through his short hair and pulled. "I don't know."
"We can track her phone." Sam grabbed his laptop from his dresser.
"No, her phone's off. It won't work." Dean spun around; his grip on the phone the only thing keeping him from full on panicking. "Crowley. We get him here and he'll find his mother." He paced back and forth in the hallway, gritting his teeth and trying to stay as calm as he could.
Sam dialed Crowley's number but got no answer. "Hey, it's Sam. We need to know where Rowena is. Call me back." He hung up and watched his brother walk back and forth in front of his room. "It's OK Dean, I'm sure she's fine."
"She's not Sammy. What if she's not? I told her not to trust Rowena. That fucking bitch! I knew something was wrong when she didn't call me right back. I knew it. Son of a bitch!" Dean rambled on, shaking his head and kicking the floor with his boots.
"Dean, just relax. It could be anything. Let's just find her and then we'll worry." Sam stepped in front of his brother's path and grabbed his shoulders.
"No." Dean stared up at Sam with wide, red-rimmed eyes. "She's dead and it's because of me."
"You don't know that Dean!" Sam yelled as Dean pushed him away and continued his pacing. Sam threw up his hands in frustration. "Call Cas."
Dean stopped and lifted his head to the vaulted ceiling. With eyes shut tight he prayed out loud for his friend. "Castiel, please don't be too drunk to hear this. I need you. Y/N needs you. Come on man." Dean bit his lip and waited.
The whoosh of invisible wings resounded through the hallway. "Dean," said Castiel, appearing next to the panicked hunter.
"Cas… Y/N's gone. You gotta find her. Rowena took her, she did something I know it. I can't… I can't lose her." Dean's green eyes flooded with tears as he asked his friend for help.
"Of course. I will find her. Just wait here." Castiel vanished before his words stopped reverberating through the air to Dean's ears.
Dean turned to his brother, "Call Crowley again. That dick had something to do with this," he growled.
"He's not answering Dean."
Your eyes were locked on the flickering candles around you; you watched as the flame danced slowly in the faint breeze that entered through the broken glass in the windows. You were dying, slowly. You knew it, but you also felt it. Rowena kept collecting the crimson life force as it dripped out of you, chanting over each bowl full and adding it to her spell. If the blood slowed she would cut you again in the same spot, reopening anything that had dared attempt to seal.
How much blood was in your body? How long could this go on? How many more bowls would be filled before your eyes would close and you'd drift off to sleep forever? Where was Dean? He didn't even know you were gone.
Your head was fuzzy, your vision blurred around the edges; your arms and legs tingled. You couldn't feel anything but the trickle of blood running down your arm, and the Moonstone: it burned hot against your finger, reminding you it would be OK. Even once you died, it would be OK because you'd see Dean again.
Your ever-ready supply of tears began to sneak out of your eyes again. You shuddered, suddenly so cold, and whimpered into the silent room. "Dean… please…"
"Shut up Y/N!" Rowena barked at you as she came over to change out her collection bowl again. "He's not coming for you."
"Why don't you just kill me already?" You picked your head up and focused on the witch, your eyes narrow and full of anger. "This is taking too damn long!" You spat.
"Oh but I have to do it slowly, that's how this spell works. And nothing works if you don't follow the instructions my dear." Rowena grabbed your face roughly. "So keep this pretty mouth shut and I won't have to shut it for you." You wrenched your face away and went back to staring at the wall.
"Mother, can I speak to you?" Crowley's voice cut through the empty room and you turned to see him in the far doorway. You swallowed hard and clenched your jaw; you knew he was in on this too. Damn it!
"Just a moment dear." Rowena held up one finger and asked for time.
Crowley didn't seem to like that and he stormed over to her, grabbing her arm to spin her around to face him. "Now," he said.
"Fine…talk!"
"She's with child." Crowley whispered to his mother.
She looked up at him with eyebrows raised. "And?"
"You know?"
Rowena smiled, "Of course I know. But what's the difference? So we get rid of another threat. It's a Three-for-One deal now! Take out the whole family at once!" She squealed, forgetting her lie about making Dean a demon again.
Crowley did not forget and tightened his grip on her arm. "You're not supposed to be killing him, remember?" he said through a closed mouth, his anger rising visibly as his face grew bright red.
"Well it's too late now Fergus." She said and pulled her arm out of his grasp. "It's not my fault you're too stupid to realize when you're being lied too. That's part of your problem."
"Mother!"
"What are you going to do about it then? It's too late to stop the spell now." She nodded over towards you. "She's just about dead anyway."
Crowley paced behind his mother, arms crossed, one finger against his lip, deciding what to do, how to stop his mother. He turned towards her suddenly, his eyes flashing red.
Rowena sensed the threat and lifted her hands. She shouted an incantation that sent sparks out of her fingertips, they struck the demon as he lunged forward at her. Crowley vanished instantly, leaving behind only the faint echo of a scream. It rang in your ears as you watched the horrid tableau.
"There now," Rowena said softly, turning back to the altar. "Where were we?"
Your heart pounded painfully in your chest, you felt it start to slow; every beat vibrating through you. You shut your eyes and tried to hold on, to use all your strength to will your heart to keep beating, keep going, to wait for Dean. It was getting harder to breathe; your chest wouldn't expand fully so only a little air could get in. You opened your mouth, trying to maximize the intake. Your mind ran over the last five months: meeting Sam and Dean on a hunt, taking out a nest of vamps together, getting drunk and hooking up with Dean for the first time. You stayed in that memory for a while, remembering the way his green eyes locked into yours: so full of pain and hunger and desire. Your body shook, waves of dizziness passed over and around you. This was it, you could feel it. You weren't one to ever pray, but you whispered a prayer now. You'd heard Dean call him so many times, maybe just this once he would come for you. "Castiel…" you sighed his name, your voice was so low you could barely hear yourself. "Castiel, please…if you can hear me, tell Dean that… I love him…please."
There was no sound. No ethereal rustle of angel wings. You exhaled a slow ragged breath and watched the candlelight dance on the ceiling. The Moonstone felt cold against your skin, you pictured it in your mind the night Dean gave it to you; how the moonlight hit the gem and it seemed to glow. You saw Dean's face, so perfect and full of love as he looked at you. You held onto that image, treasuring it. You watched his eyes crinkle with a smile as your eyes fluttered closed.
