Ch 7

You tried and tried to reach out of the circle only to have your arm get no further than your elbow and you needed to reach past your shoulder to get it.

"Damn it!" You sit back tired from trying. You look over at Dean with an idea popping in your head. Not one you thought he would go for, but figured you guys had nothing else to lose really.

Dean caught you staring at him, "What?"

"I know you're not going to like this idea, but…how well are you at moving stuff?"

"Excuse me?"

"You know, with your mental demonic juice?"

"No…I…I can't anyways."

"Well we don't really have many other options and I'm worn out."

"I thought we were working on being more 'human.'"

"We are, but you using your abilities is going to be less tolling on you than it would be on me. You're still you in there, I'm sharing my insides in case you forgot."

He let out a sigh. He knew you were right, but he honestly hadn't used those traits very much. They were necessary when he had the blade…That was it. Maybe if he thought of the gun as a need as much as the blade? But the blade was different. It had a power of all its own…

"Just try, ok? I'm right here."

Dean tried and tried. Suddenly the gun flew right into the middle of the trap and straight across to you and that's when he saw that your eyes were black.

"Sam. What do you plan for the three of us to be capable of against all of his men?"

"Anything and everything. We're so close to having him again Cas. I can't just let this opportunity pass us by."

"All I was asking for was a couple of days."

"Who knows what could happen to him in a couple of days?! You know as well as I do that your angel buddies don't want a hand in this fight. They're too concerned with their own precious heaven than to care about the humans you were all told to watch out for. "

Cas looked to his comrade Fortibus and he looked back at with him a sad expression. They both knew it was true. Their brethren were more concerned with getting themselves back in order than watching after the humans, but they're a breed that needs organization and guidance. Many are too afraid to venture without it.

"I'm sorry Sam, but many are afraid."

"And you don't think I am? I'm terrified! What if I've lost my brother for good? What if…what if I end up having to kill him to make this stop?"

"Sir…" Rasil appeared in the backseat with Fortibus.

"Yes, Rasil. What is it?"

"Cora is going to meet you there. Unfortunately she is the only one."

"Thank you Rasil."

"Sir…if I may? May I join you in the fight?"

"No Rasil. I need you to help with everything else. I thank you for wanting to help fight, but I need you more to be in between."

Rasil nodded her head and disappeared.

"So who is this Cora?" Sam asked.

"One of our strongest non archangels," Fortibus replied.

"Y/n?" Dean looked at you and was worried.

"Y/n isn't here right now. You wanna leave a message? I can be sure she gets it."

"I need to talk with y/n."

"What's wrong sugar? Don't like your own kind?"

"Y/n is my own kind, not you."

"You sure? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Your face is so tormented. It's sad really. Give it a few years and some fresh blood on your hands and you'll look happier."

"What did you do with y/n?"

"You could say she's taking a nap of sorts. Trying to save you really wore her out. That, and being around you for some reason, that 'inner being' just gets me all excited and itching to get to the surface. And so, here I am."

"And what's your name?"

"Don't wanna just call me y/n?"

"No, because that's not who you are. She is not you and you are not her."

"Is that what you keep telling yourself about when your eyes turn black? You're not him and he's not you? Sorry to tell ya honey, yours and hers situations are very different. You're right, she's not me. She could never even come close to who I am…you however are just you. No matter what side of you is on the surface, it's still just you."

"Shut up!" Dean's eye flash black as he takes hold of your/her throat. His grip grows tighter as you/her feel the strength leaving your body.

She flashes your eyes back to normal, "Please Dean…stop…" She claws at his hand gripping her throat.

"I know it's still you, whatever your name is."

She flashes her eyes back to black as she flings Dean to the edge of the demon trap.

"I was worried with all this, I am not the monster crap you were as stupid as you look." She rolls your head in a circle. "She's a fighter ya know. And for some reason she seems to care a whole lot about a mess like you…Too bad, 'cause I'm going to kill you." She lifts the gun straight with sights at his heart. She tries to pull the trigger, but you're fighting inside to stop her from doing so.

Before she can retaliate, the door swings open and there stands Crowley.

"Well hello Navitas. Didn't think I'd ever see you again. Thought you were dead."

"Technically I was. I am as long as I'm stuck in this damn body anyways."

"And what if I said I could help you out of your death as you call it?"

"Oh yeah? And how are you going to manage that?"

"I am the king of hell now you know."

"No shit?! Who would have thought little Crowley would have climbed to the top."

"Now how about we let the nice confused squirrel live and you and I have a little chat?"

"What's he to you?"

"Might have something to do with this sweetheart." She turns to look at Dean as he rolls up his sleeve to reveal the mark of cain.

"Oh my…now THIS has gotten interesting."

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