It's All Over

And a big break again. I'm just not in an SPN mood anymore and it kills me to leave these stories undone. I am going to finish this story. That is my plan now. It may not be the best of endings but I just want to finish something.

So...Crowley's just a little obsessed with Holly huh? Lol. Bit different then what I think I originally had planned out but I needed something and that's what happened.

Song for this chapter, follows the title, is by Three Days Grace.

Reviewer Response:

Adaddario – I make no promises sadly.

AuntMo – lol yes indeed, it is nice. I don't have him around a lot and I really should rectify that.

Holly tried to keep herself under control. Things would be fine. Dean would come along and save the day just like last time. She shouldn't panic herself, she needed to keep calm. Her stomach twisted in that way it did when her body decided to ignore her. Everything was hurting and it was impossible to ignore. She took a deep breath and listened to the voices around her, trying to focus on something else. Maybe if she could figure out what Sam was saying...

Wait, Sam? When did he come in?

Her neck ached as she tried to lift her head to look towards her brother in law. The effort it took to lift her arm to touch at her neck was more than it should have been. When she finally managed it, her fingers brushed over a bump and she cringed, wondering what she had been injected with and what it would do to her baby.

Oh God, the baby!

Her panic lifted again, despite herself, and she felt dizzy. Before, all her worry had been about Carly and whether or not the little girl was safe, now she was bombarded with fears of her unborn child resting within her.

And just like that, the agonizing pain went straight through her as her panic peaked and she just knew her blood pressure had suddenly sky rocketed.

"Holly! Holly!" Sam's voice shot through and echoed around her head but she just couldn't comprehend what he was saying. Couldn't lift her head. A warm hand grasped her chin and tilted her head back. Her eyes opened and a blurry form filled her vision.

"You're mine now."

Why was that voice familiar? His? What was he going to do?

Dear God, just make the pain stop.

Her legs felt warm as her muscles tightened and clenched and her brain started to give up. She couldn't comprehend anything. She hurt too much, she just wanted to pass out again. She wanted to go to sleep and wake up back with Dean in their apartment.

It amazed her that all of this happened in so short a period of time. Not that long ago they were all happy, the biggest worry was the wedding that now she wasn't even sure she'd survive to do.

She closed her eyes, a teardrop running free from beneath her closed lid.

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Dean looked at the people in front of him. Castiel and Gabriel stood, watching the younger man, worrying and waiting for what he would say and do. In Dean's hand, the print out of all the pieces of an address was crunched up in his clenched fist. There were so many people at risk here and he knew it was all a trap.

He couldn't leave Meg.

He couldn't leave Sam.

And he damn well couldn't leave Holly.

Trap or no trap, he had to go in. He had to save them. He had to end this.

"We don't even know who's behind this, pulling Christie's strings." Gabriel stated finally, trying to draw Dean out of his mental torment just enough to actually work and think.

"Who cares?" Dean argued, frowning.

"Whoever it is, likely isn't going to kill any of them without you there if it's as much of a trap as we're thinking." Gabriel reasoned. "As strange as this may sound coming from me, we need to think...process. Work together to find something that'll work. Whoever this person is, we have to assume that they know you to some extent." Dean and Castiel just stared at their former coworker. "Yes, it is me saying these things, get over it. Five months changes a lot for more than just you guys."

"Okay...so...process." Castiel mused, slowly getting over his surprise. "Somebody who knows you...who would know...that Holly is Hannah."

"All the people that would have known that are dead." Dean pointed out bitterly.

"Are you sure? What about the doctors?" Gabriel questioned.

"They wouldn't even know where we liv..." Dean started but faded off, blinking.

"Dean?" Castiel asked.

"The funeral home." Dean muttered. Castiel and Gabriel looked at each other then at their friend. "Payments...for the empty coffin. The guy had our new address."

"What guy?" Gabriel asked urgently.

"Fergus Crowley." Dean replied. Gabriel raced over to a computer and typed quickly. The other two walked over and looked over the man's shoulder.

"He's in Zachariah's contact database." Castiel mused darkly, frowning.

"I'm killing him." Dean muttered. Gabriel grabbed him before he could move and Dean glared at him. "What are you doing, Retskirt?"

"I hate to break it to ya, pal, but you ain't going in there." Gabriel decided. "Neither of you are."

"Excuse me?" Castiel asked.

"You're both too damn close." Gabriel pointed out. "The shit Dean pulled last time to get you, Meg and Holly from Alistair was fucking psychotic. By all rights, he should be dead or in jail, not living out here and still working on a police force. He went against all protocols and pulled in people who aren't even involved."

"You can't make me sit this out, Gabe." Dean growled. "Not when it's Sam and Holly and my goddamn baby on the line!"

"I can and I will." Gabriel declared. Dean found himself suddenly pushed into a chair and handcuffed to the heavy table. Where on earth Gabriel got the cuffs, he didn't even want to know. Dean looked at the cuffs and tugged experimentally before glaring up at the other man. "Now stay put. I'll get them back."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Dean shot back. Gabriel shook his head then turned and grabbed Castiel, cuffing him up just as he had Dean to ensure neither of them took off.

"This is for the best, trust me guys." Gabriel pleaded. He took in the glares and sighed. He left the room quickly before they could call him back. They'd understand later, this was too personal of a case, they both knew that but they didn't care. Gabriel knew them both better than they thought and there was very few ways to keep them out of things when they get their minds set. This would only hold them temporarily, they were smart men, they'd figure ways out. Gabriel just hoped it took them long enough to give him a head start.

A wrench had to be thrown into Crowley's plan. He would expect Dean and Castiel, not Gabriel. Even if Zachariah was involved, even he wouldn't expect his former partner to be able to overpower two stubborn men. Everyone always underestimated him and he didn't mind because he knew what he could do. It played to his advantage when people didn't realize the things he was capable of until he did them.

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How long had it been?

Hours?

Days?

She had been moved from her chair and laid down on something soft. Every time she opened her eyes, there was just blurs and bright lights. Everything hurt, there was pain all over and she couldn't move if her life depended on it.

Sadly, it probably did.

Someone had peeled off her clothes, that much she knew. Literally peeled, they must have been wet somehow. She didn't want to think about how though. They were trying to be gentle, whoever they were, and something wet touched at her skin. Were they washing her? A sickening feeling of violation swept over her and if she had the capability to, she'd probably turn her head and vomit. As it was, she just let tears course down the sides of her face through her closed lids.

A scream shattered through the silence and the sound turned her insides cold. It wasn't high pitched, it wasn't feminine, it was deeper. It was a scream of a man who had held back for God only knew how long.

Oh God, Sam.

Her body protested and ached as the tears flowed harder. She tried to move, tried to roll herself. Everything flared up in pain and hands grabbed at her, holding her down with little effort. Another scream echoed out and the faint sounds of cruel laughter accompanied it. There was a voice talking to her but she just couldn't understand it. The hands that had touched at her were now pulling her to sit and a pained cry fled her dry lips. Something soft and loose was draped over her and she had the mental image of herself being put into a white dress and sat up to be turned into someone's personal life sized doll.

It didn't make her feel any better.

She was moved into a reclined position. She forced her eyes open, tried to squint through the blurs to see what was going on.

Finally she saw him.

And she recognized him.

Recognized the man she used to talked to at the grocery store. The man she would occasionally see at the park. He was a pleasant enough man even though he seemed a little odd. Now though...now he was downright terrifying. He pet at her head, settling down the flyaway hair. He looked at her, seeing her eyes opened and watching him, and smiled. Her stomach churned and fear flew through her.

"No one's going to take you again." He whispered. His hand grasped hers and she lowered her eyes. Whatever colour there might have been left in her face instantly vanished when she saw her engagement ring gone and replaced by a band.

A wedding band.

Oh God, what had he done?

"You'll be mine...forever." His voice, his words, echoed around her head.

So who's cheering for Gabriel to get there in time? Or has he missed them? Maybe this is a lost ending, something where the bad guy wins. Could that possibly happen? Especially if I have no plans to make another story? Could I be that cruel? Well we'll have to wait and see.