"You chose him over me?" Jason demanded in rage as he continued to cut off my supply of air.

I hit him as hard as I could on the inside of his elbow, forcing him to release the grip that he had over my nose and mouth.
I sucked in some much needed air and bolted to the door, I was fast, but he was faster. He grabbed me around my waist and threw me back towards the window, where I collided with the seat I had been napping on only moments before,

"Jason," I wheezed, "it wasn't a matter of choosing him over you. You ended our relationship as soon as you put me in the hospital."

He shook his head and walked towards me, slowly, the anger that had previously masked his face had disappeared,

"He said that if I brought you to him, then you would realize that what we have is special."

I shook my head in disbelief, "Jason, we don't have anything. We dated for a while, sure, but that was two years ago. You made sure that there was nothing left."

"No Kaiden. He promised me that if I talked to you, you would understand."

"Who? Who said this to you?"

"The man with the yellow eyes." He said quietly, his voice full of both admiration and fear,

"Jason you are out of your mind. I will never love you. Deal with it."

I realized a few seconds later that I shouldn't have been so flippant with him; I began walking towards the bedroom door when he wrapped his hand around my arm where it was cut from the vision. I cried out in pain as he continued to tighten his grip,

"You think that you can throw away what we have so easily?" He was furious, and completely out of control, "Do you think that you can give what we have away so that you can be that Dean guy's whore?"

My mouth hung open, "How do you know Dean's name?"

He gave me a humorless smile, "The man told me, he told me everything about you and Dean, and Sam. He told me how you got your father killed. Everything."

"You don't know a damned thing you son of a bitch." I growled,

Jason's hand completely and heavily down across my face. I yelled in hope that someone would come, and thankfully seconds later the door to the room swung open and Dean rushed in,

"I thought I told you to stay away from her!" he said as he ran towards us.

Out of nowhere Jason's eyes turned a bright yellow and Dean went flying across the room, hitting the wall and sinking to the floor, unconscious.
Jason, or the yellow eyed demon, slammed the door shut from across the room and looked me in the eye,

"The pathetic shit really does want you back." He said with a sardonic smirk

I attempted to wrench my arm out of his grasp but failed miserably and just ended up staring into those yellow eyes full of so much hate,

"This really isn't about you." He said as casually as if we were old friends talking about the weather, "This is mostly about Dean."
"What?" I asked, completely confused,

"He killed my children. I am going to tear him apart from the insides before he dies. I am going to kill every single person he has ever loved."

"And Jason, what was he in all of this?"

The demon possessing Jason shrugged, "He was just a puppet, a way to reel you in. Nothing hurts Dean quite like seeing you suffer, so I figured I would have some fun before I cut your throat."

He pulled a knife out of his jacket; it was the same knife that I had seen in my vision. I reacted quickly after seeing the weapon and rammed his face as hard as I possibly could with the point of my elbow.
Jason's nose started gushing blood but the demon didn't even flinch, but boy was Jason going to feel that once the demon left him.

The door crashed open and both the demon and I were greeted with Sam pointing a shotgun at us, well mostly the demon. In his other hand he had a bag of rock salt

"Get the hell away from her." He said in a voice so steady it was actually pretty scary, I made a mental note to never seriously piss of Sammy.

The demon laughed but quieted as Sam quickly poured a circle of salt around himself and an unconscious Dean, the demon had loosened his grip on my arm and I took the opportunity to yank my arm out of his grasp and ran into the circle,

"You can stand there looking at us as long as you want, but you're not touching us you evil son of a bitch."

There was a moment where we all stared at each other and then Jason shuddered and the demon left him quickly, as only a black cloud billowing out of his mouth.

Jason looked at us in confusion for a moment,

"You're never going to love me again are you?"

"No Jason. I'm not."

I thought the guy was just sad, I mean he had just been possessed by the mother of all demons, and it had finally sunk into his thick skull that I would never, ever, ever love him.
Boy was I wrong, he wasn't sad, he was madder that mad. He lunged towards me knife in hand; the knife hit my arm and cut through my flesh. I screamed and, with my arm that wasn't impaled with metal, shoved him as hard as I could away from me,

I stumbled back and was caught by Sam. Jason's eyes had switched emotions once again; the guy had mood swings like a pregnant woman,

"I spent the last two years trying to find you Kaiden. You were my world."
Well, I thought, Maybe you need a better pass time.

In one swift motion Jason lifted the knife in his hand and slammed it into his throat.