When Y/N finally came to, she did not recognize her surroundings. As she sat up on the grimy staircase and looked at the old fireplace in front of her. The sound of something being dragged across the floor started to come from the right side of the room and Y/N froze when she saw a man dragging a body bag into the other room. Oh god, she thought as she was sure she was going to see her, but for some reason he didn't pay her any attention. Once he disappeared into the other room, Y/N got up and snuck over to peek into the room he had just gone into. She watched as the man dragged the body bag into the bathroom. The candles lit in the room were enough for her to see the man unzip the body bag to reveal a head of bright red hair. It wasn't until he dragged the body out of the body bag and placed the body in the bathtub that Y/N realized it was Abaddon's body. Y/N quickly realized that the man placing Abaddon's body into the bathtub was going to resurrect Abaddon. I can't let him resurrect Abaddon, Y/N thought as she crept out from behind the wall and prepared herself to tackle the man as she tiptoed toward him. Suddenly, the floorboard creaked from underneath her and the man turned around. Y/N lunged forward to punch the man, but her punches seemed to go through him.
"What the fuck?!" Y/N tried to punch the man again, but once more her fist went through him like how ghosts did in movies. Oh my god, Y/N gasped as she realized, I'm…I'm dead?! Well, this isn't exactly how I imagined Hell…
Y/N felt helpless as she watched the man cut open his wrist and let his blood drip into the tub as a swarm of demons floated above him. The tub began to glow red as the ground shook suddenly one of the demon clouds shot down into the tub. Y/N looked on in fear as Abaddon stood up inside the tub naked and newly reborn.
"Abaddon." The man bowed before Abaddon as she stepped out of the tub onto the dirty linoleum floor. "I have brought everything you needed. We are prepared for the next phase of your plan." Abaddon smiled evilly as the man handed her some clothes.
"Good," Abaddon began to step towards Y/N but didn't seem to pay her any mind. If I'm dead they must not be able to see me, Y/N thought. "Jason, get everyone here a new body. We're going to need to be ready for the Winchesters if I'm ever to usurp the throne." Jason bowed once more at Abaddon before walking away. Y/N watched Abaddon as she got dressed and began to get her things together to leave. I have to find a way to get to Dean and Sam and warn them–
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Abaddon suddenly spoke into the air. Y/N froze. Can she see me? She couldn't have heard me I didn't speak out loud and–
"You poor, naive child," Abaddon interrupted as she scoffed at Y/N, "Did you forget how I was able to get inside your mind just a few days ago before that ogre Winchester barbecued this beautiful body? Owning your soul and that little obedience spell makes me able to do whatever I want." She still has control over me even in death?! Abaddon chuckled again until it turned into a cackle.
"What are you laughing at?" Y/N asked, offended.
"You. Of course, I still have control over you. You're not dead, though." Y/N looked at Abaddon like she had just told her the sky was green.
"I'm not? Then how am I here? The last thing I remember was you throwing me against the wall in that abandoned church as Sam set you on fire."
"Ding ding ding! We got a winner. Tell her what she has won!" Abaddon cackled once more, "You're dreaming." Y/N felt her face go white. I've got to wake up. I've got to–
"Tell Dean? Oh, I don't think so. Have you ever thought about how to explain all of this to them? I would definitely have questions about how you came to this knowledge. You see, the trick to lying and deceiving is you cannot emit little details. If you give out a piece here and there of the puzzle, eventually they'll put it all together. And," Abaddon said as she gestured towards the door across the room, "I don't think you'd like how that would go." Y/N looked at the door she gestured towards and felt her body being pulled towards it. Before she knew what she was doing Y/N was already at the door opening it and stepped into that room. She jumped when the door slammed behind her. Of course, I would dream of a horror scenario, Y/N scolded herself as she ignored her horror movie instincts and continued walking into the dark room.
"Y/N?" The sound of Dean's voice made her quickly turn around before seeing Dean at the other end of the room facing away from her.
"Dean?" Y/N walked towards him and placed her hand on his shoulder, "How are you-"
"Why, Y/N? How could you sell your soul?!" Dean yelled at her, "And you gave yourself to Abaddon? How could you betray us? How could you betray me?!" Dean suddenly spun around and grabbed your wrists. He squeezed them tightly as he forced you against the wall.
"Dean, what are you–" Y/N's words were cut off as she suddenly couldn't get any air out and felt pressure on her neck. Y/N gripped at her throat and that was when she realized…Dean was choking her. Y/N tried frantically to pull Dean's hands off her throat, but Dean seemed to be squeezing even hard with each try.
"Why, Y/N! Why?!"
Y/N screamed as she shot awake gasping for air. She could still feel the remnants of Dean's hands on her throat as she rubbed it. It was a dream, Y/N told herself as she tried to calm down. Dean would never hurt me, Y/N thought as tears began to well up in her eyes.
Dean entered the bunker with a sigh after everything he had just witnessed. He hoped that maybe Y/N was awake by now since the last time he spoke with Kevin after he picked up Y/N and brought her back to the bunker while he and Sam went to New York before he ended up in a coma. Suddenly, an arrow flew through the room and stuck into the wooden banister in front of him.
"The hell?!" Dean exclaimed as he saw Kevin stand up from behind a flipped-over table holding a crossbow.
"Dean? Sorry, I didn't expect it to be you since I haven't heard from you in 3 days since I took Y/N back here. Where the hell have you been?" Kevin asked as he dropped the crossbow on the ground.
"Yeah, sorry, I–" Dean began to explain.
"It got insane over here while you were gone! Th-there was some alarm, and all the machines were freaking out, and the bunker just locked down! I couldn't open the door, my cell phone stopped working, I thought the world was ending!"
"Well, you're close enough about it. The angels fell." Dean said.
"What does that even mean?" Kevin asked.
"Nothing good," Dean pulled out his phone and saw that he had full bars, "I got service."
"Kevin's eyes widened as he reached over to the control panel and switched everything back on.
"It's back online. Maybe when you opened the door from the outside, it reset the system."
"Yeah, okay, let's go with that," Dean stated as he looked up at the stairwell to the bedrooms, "Where's Y/N? She hasn't woken up yet?"
"No, there's been no change. We might have to get Cass to–"
The sound of Y/N's scream echoed down the hall and kicked Dean into defense mode.
"Y/N?!" Dean yelled as he raced down the hall expecting to find you in trouble, but was relieved when he saw that you were alone and sitting up in bed.
"Y/N?!" The sound of Dean's voice bounced off the hallway and into Y/N's room as he appeared with concern on his face. Dean ran up to Y/N and went to cup her face. Y/N flinched back, traumatized by her dream. The dream wasn't real, Dean would never hurt me, Y/N kept repeating inside her head as she leaned forward reluctantly and let him cup her face before he kissed her deeply. Dean's kisses had always had a relaxing effect on Y/N, but her body stayed tense as he climbed into her bed and held her.
"I was beginning to worry that you weren't going to wake up," Dean said as he tried to pull her closer and felt her tense up more, "Y/N? What's wrong?" Y/N gulped as she forced herself to put her fear behind her.
"How long was I out?" Y/N asked.
"Three days," Dean answered.
"Three days?!" Y/N gasped, "How– what happened? The last thing I remember is getting thrown against the wall and Sam setting Abaddon on fire."
"You passed out. Turns out that if Sam would have continued with the trials he would have died. I had Kevin come and get you…" Dean's words droned into silence as the dream you had just had repeated in your head. I can never tell him… Y/N thought as the dream continued to hold her.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" Dean's voice brought her back from her trance and she looked at him like a deer in the headlights. Y/N mentally shook herself so that she could answer her.
"Sorry. I, uh… I kept reliving those last few moments over and over while I was out. Watching Abaddon and her power–" Dean pulled Y/N towards him.
"They were only dreams. Abaddon is gone, we can–"
"Abaddon is gone? Are you sure?!" Y/N asked frantically trying to slow her heart rate at the thought of it.
"Yes, Sammy cooked her vessel up to well-done. She's gone." Dean said as he cupped her face. Tears began streaming down Y/N's face at Dean's declaration. I'm free…
Once Y/N had calmed down, Dean left the room so that he and Sam could unpack. Y/N felt the ping in her stomach from not having eaten the past three days and found her stomach leading her out of the bedroom into the hallway. The sound of Kevin and the boys arguing could be heard as she entered the staircase above the entryway, but all she saw was Kevin pacing at the bottom level with tables tossed over as if he had been in a battle.
"You sure know how to keep things tidy, don't you? Remind me to never go into a coma again or you just might have this place looking like a tornado raced through." Y/N chuckled. Kevin looked up at you and his face went from worried to relieved.
"How are you feeling, Y/N?," Kevin asked as he helped her off the last step, "I think I was just about ready to shake you awake if you hadn't today." Y/N laughed with him.
"I'm okay. Considering the circumstances of why I was unconscious. Also very hungry." Kevin laughed as Y/N continued to go into the kitchen.
"Well, there's some leftover chicken and noodles in the fridge, but if you want any salt there isn't any," Kevin stated as he opened the fridge and went to grab the leftovers, "Dean and Sam made sure of that…" Kevin muttered under his breath.
"What were you pacing about in there? I heard you and the boys arguing is–"
"Everything's fine. Nothing to worry about." Kevin said as he kept his head down and began to scoop out the chicken and noodles.
"Kevin…" Y/N put her hand on Kevin's shoulder as he began to slam each scoop into the bowl and he kept muttering something under his breath, "Kevin!" Kevin froze and then tossed the leftovers back into the bowl.
"They're risking all of us, Y/N! You've got to talk some sense into them, into Dean! They've got Crowley tied up in the dungeon and–"
"Crowley?" Y/N interrupted Kevin's blurt of anxiety as she gripped the counter, "Crowley is here? Why would they…" Y/N's mind raced as she wondered if Crowley would spill the beans about her and Abaddon.
"Y/N, are you okay? Do you need to lie down?" Kevin asked worriedly as he went to place his arm around her to make sure she didn't pass out.
"No, thank you, Kevin," Y/N gulped, "I need to get to the dungeon." Before Kevin could say anything, Y/N forced her body to make the first step to get to the dungeon.
As she walked down the steps to the dungeon, the image of Dean over her strangling her from her dream repeated in her head. I have to get to Crowley before Dean and Sam–
"Y/N?" Sam's face suddenly came into view as Y/N realized she was now leaning against the stairwell.
"Crowley… I have to–" Y/N felt her legs get swept from underneath her as she turned her head and realized Dean had picked her up.
"I gotcha, baby," Dean assured her as he took her back up the steps, "You should have stayed in bed," Dean said worriedly. Once Dean laid her on the bed, the dizziness stopped, but her heart was still racing wondering if he knew already, "What were you thinking? You could have passed out and fallen down the stairs." Dean scolded her as he reached to cup her face.
'I'm sorry, but Kevin mentioned you had Crowley here and I–"
"You don't need to worry about him, Sam and I got it covered. You need to rest and get some food in you." Dean said as he propped Y/N up on some pillows. He smiled at Y/N before heading to the doorway like he was going to get Y/N some food but stopped. When Dean turned around, Dean looked back at Y/N worriedly.
"I need to know why, Y/N." Dean began. Oh no…
"What do you mean? I don't understand, Dean." This is it. He knows… Y/N felt her heart jump into her throat as Dean sighed before walking toward her.
"Why didn't you listen to me? I told you to stay put. You could have been killed!" As soon as Y/N realized that Crowley hadn't told him, her heart went back into her chest and she took a deep breath as tears began to well up. Y/N contemplated telling Dean the truth about everything. How she was forced by Abaddon to find the boys and spy on them for her so that she could find Crowley, how before Abaddon's demise she owned her soul and had control over her whenever she wanted to, about everything that had happened over the past almost ten years since they met. But the dream she had hung over her like a storm cloud waiting to strike. I'm finally free from Abaddon's grip and now I can't even tell him about everything, Y/N thought
"I'm sorry, Dean," Y/N began to cry as she realized she had to lie to him just one more time, "I was so worried about you and Sam going up against Crowley. You should have told me the plan," Y/N wiped the tears from her eyes as Dean sat beside her again and held her, "I could never forgive myself if something had happened to you both and I wasn't there to help."
"Y/N, I–"
"I have been hunting with you for the past four years, Dean. Why do you all of a sudden fear for my safety to the point you won't let me hunt? Of course, I fear for your safety, Dean, but I don't tell you that you can't hunt and try to keep yourself from harm that way." Y/N said as she looked back at Dean.
"I know, I'm sorry. You're right. I have trusted you and your hunter skills since our first hunt. I just– we were so close to potentially having a life without hunting… the thought of losing you just as we were about to have an almost normal life was overwhelming and I took it out on you." Dean confessed.
"You can't keep me locked up in the bunker. You can't keep me from getting hurt on these hunts or potentially dying. It's going to happen one day. But at least we will be together until then. We both agreed to this lifestyle, Dean. Promise me you won't try to keep me from it." Dean nodded in agreement before kissing her forehead.
"Okay, but only if we can get you to eat something," Dean said as he poked at Y/N's stomach. Y/N giggled and grabbed Dean's hand to lead him to the kitchen.
As Y/N lay next to Dean, her mind kept coming back to the thought that Crowley was down in the dungeon and how even though she never planned on telling Dean about everything, that didn't mean that Crowley wouldn't tell her secrets to get what he wanted. So, as Dean lay there snoring, Y/N crept out of bed and made her way to the dungeon. Before Y/N could even place her hand on the handle of the door, Crowley made himself known.
"I know it's you, Y/N. I'd recognize the stench of your betrayal to those boys anywhere." Y/N ignored his comment and continued to open the door to the dungeon.
"I'm not the one you should be worrying about, Crowley," Y/N said as she slowly walked past the tools of torture the boys had out on the tray across from him. Y/N trailed her fingers along the tools as if she was searching for one to use.
"Oh, please. I've already been over this with those two twats. There is nothing you could do to me that I don't already do to myself for kicks every Friday night?" Crowley laughed.
"Oh, please, you're just saying that–"
"Oh no, sweetheart. Trust me. But surely you didn't just come down here to torture me for the fun of it. No, you came down here to make sure I didn't tell them about your dirty little secret." Crowley teased. He stared Y/N down as she set the knife down and opted for a syringe filled with holy water.
"I'm sure I can–" Y/N was interrupted once more by Crowley cackling at her, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Y/N screamed over his laughs.
"You poor, innocent little hunter. Oh, this is too precious. Listen, darling. As far as you are concerned, I'm not going to tell them about your little coup with Abaddon." Y/N looked at him, shocked.
"Y-you're not?" Y/N dropped the syringe on the tray.
"Nope," Crowley shook his head, "I like seeing you go this far to hide your secrets. It is quite entertaining considering what I get around here for entertainment." Crowley mocked her.
"You're sick, Crowley. And probably lying. I mean, why wouldn't you? You're a–"
"A demon? Yes, that I am. But I'm also a businessman. I keep my end of the bargain." Crowley smirked.
"Bargain? If you think you're getting my soul, you've got another thing coming." Y/N threatened.
"Oh, no. I imagine you've learned your lesson from the last time. No, what I want is something more… simple."
"What do you want, then?" Y/N asked. She was growing impatient with him as she knew Dean would roll over and notice she was gone eventually.
"My freedom. When the proper time comes, you're going to let me go." Crowley said as the smirk on his face grew bigger, "No exchanges, no substitutions… just my freedom."
"No," Y/N paced back and forth as she thought about his offer, "I couldn't possibly help you get out. I've already betrayed the boys enough. I can't–"
"Well, then it looks like the next time the boys come down here I will be confessing something to them, but it won't be my sins." Y/N stopped and looked at Crowley with fear. Shit, Y/N thought, he's got me.
"Fuck!" Y/N screamed in anger, "Fine. But do I really have to kiss you to seal the deal? Can't I just sign on the dotted line with my blood or something like that?" Y/N complained. The thought of kissing Crowley made her skin crawl.
"Words still hurt, you know?" Crowley winced at Y/N's comment as if she had wounded him physically "Besides I don't have to make a 'deal' with you. Not when I have so much leverage. Think of it as… assurance. As long as we both don't spill the beans, we all live happily ever after."
"You're serious?" Y/N stared at him.
"Indeed. Plus, saves me on ink and chapstick, too." Crowley smirked as Y/N huffed at him and stormed out of the dungeon. Great, my fate rests in the palm of a literal demon again!
Y/N sighed in boredom as she stared at the ceiling trying to both keep herself occupied and able to be of use to the boys if they called. They just had to leave me behind, Y/N thought, stupid Abaddon just had to knock me out for three days. Ridiculous! Y/N tossed some of the books that were beside her to the floor. While Dean had agreed that he wouldn't stop her from hunting again, Dean and Sam both agreed that she needed to rest for a few more days after being unconscious for so long.
"I can't just sit around here," Y/N said as she stood up out of her chair and went over to where Kevin was hunched over his computer, "Anything more from Dean and Sam since you had to act head honcho?" Y/N asked as she tapped his shoulder. Kevin turned around in his computer chair and shook his head.
"Nothing yet. Sorry, Y/N. Don't worry, they'll contact us as soon as they need something." Y/N groaned at Kevin's response.
"Well, there's gotta be something extra we could be doing instead of just sitting and waiting around, Kevin. Surely something–" The sound of one of Dean's burners interrupted her. "Finally!" Y/N said as she raced over and grabbed the phone.
Y/N wished she hadn't as soon as she heard who was on the other line.
"Well, how about this? I call to find Dean and instead, I find you. It's so great to hear from you, Y/N. Especially after our little talk in your head. Tell me… have you and Dean played any Truth or Dare lately?" Abaddon snickered. Y/N could feel all the blood in her body draining and her heartbeat speeding up. No…it can't be…
"But you're supposed to be–" Y/N began.
"Dead? Oh, sweetie. It's gonna take a lot more than burning this vessel to kill me. Listen, I'd love to catch up, but you're gonna get a message to the boys for me." Abaddon said.
"Ah!" Y/N screamed as she fell to the ground and felt her wrist begin to burn like someone was branding her. As she looked down at her wrist, she could see that Abaddon's sigil which had been missing since her 'death' was now glowing bright and searing into her flesh.
"Y/N are you okay? What's wrong?" Kevin said as he scrambled over to her and tried to help her up. As Y/N struggled back up to her feet, the pain in her wrist from the sigil subsided and she picked up the phone that she had dropped.
"What do you want, Abaddon?" Y/N asked once she was able to get words out.
"Tell the boys that I have something they might want." Y/N could feel Abaddon's smirk through the phone as she gave Y/N some coordinates.
"Y/N…" Kevin began, "What's going on? Who's Abaddon?"
"Well, you definitely don't want to meet her, Kevin. Get Dean and Sam on the phone. Now." Y/N urged Kevin. This whole time I thought I was free… Y/N paced back and forth as Kevin dialed Dean's cell number into his phone. The sound of it ringing before Dean picked up was enough to drive her insane. Once he picked up, Y/N snatched the phone from Kevin's hands.
"Dean?" Y/N spoke into the phone.
"Y/N? What's going on?" Dean asked.
"Dean… Abaddon's alive." Y/N felt her body shiver at her own words.
"What? How did you know–" Dean stopped himself as if he'd given away a secret, "I mean, are you sure?"
"Well, I would hope if she called one of your burners I'd recognize her voice anywhere after everything she's done. What do you mean 'how did I'–"
"We saw her. Or rather we saw surveillance video of her. Listen, I'm sorry, Y/N, but we didn't–"
"It doesn't matter right now, Dean. She gave us some coordinates, 44.053051 by -123.127860, and two names. Irv Franklin and Tracy Bell" Y/N explained, "Apparently they're hunters and if we don't go to those coordinates…"
"She'll kill them. Damn it!" Dean screamed over the phone. "I need you both to dig up everything you can find on the Knights of Hell that the Men of Letters has. Sammy and I will start our way to her coordinates."
"We? No, you don't understand, Dean. I'm coming to you. I've got to finish this–" Y/N said frantically.
"No, Y/N. Just stay put and help Kevin."
"But, Dean–" Y/N began to argue
"I know I promised. I'm not stopping you, but this is time sensitive. We don't have the luxury of Cas and his angel powers to tote you here. I'm sorry, Y/N." The sound of the call ending rang in Y/N's ears as she tossed the phone back into the bucket.
"Damn him! Alright, Kevin. Let's get our research on, I guess."
After almost twelve hours of Kevin and Y/N researching, Y/N managed to fall asleep while sitting in front of a pile of books on demon hierarchy.
"Found anything?" Kevin asked as he rubbed Y/N's shoulder to wake her up. As Y/N jolted awake, she noticed that Kevin's hands were bloodied and bruised.
"What happened?" Y/N asked, still trying to wake up.
"Nothing. Just needed something to punch." Y/N shrugged at Kevin's comment before staring back at the pile of books in front of her. She grabbed one of the books and began to randomly swipe through the pages.
"Why couldn't the Men of Letters have an index on everything they've collected here so that this would be so much easier? I mean, what if they were in a time crunch like we…are…" Y/N's voice trailed off as her eye caught some words on the page she was just about to turn.
"Find something?" Kevin asked as he picked up one of the other books in front of Y/N. Y/N eyes couldn't stop staring at the page titled 'King of the Damned'.
"Possibly…" Y/N said as she closed the book and started towards the door to the dungeon. Y/N wasted no time as she raced down the stairs, opened the door to the dungeon, and was surprised to find Crowley still chained up, but beaten bloody.
"What happened to you?" Y/N asked. Crowley looked up at her and scoffed.
"Two visitors today? What a wonderful day it is." Crowley chuckled.
"Wait…Kevin did this to you?" Y/N asked. Shit, go, Kevin, she thought, "Actually, it doesn't matter because you're going to tell me how to kill a Knight of Hell." Y/N demanded.
"Ah, I see you've got Abaddon's sigil back on you. Pity for something so permanent on someone so–"
"Enough, Crowley. Just tell me how to kill Abaddon." Y/N said impatiently.
"Just as soon as you let me go." Crowley gestured toward his chains.
"Oh, no. You're gonna tell me now." Y/N yelled at Crowley.
"Well, I would say that we had a deal, but alas we did not. Not that I'm surprised, but I would have thought you'd do anything to save your loverboy. Especially considering who he's up against right now." Suddenly, the sound of Dean screaming in pain echoed in the room.
"No cheap parlor trick is going to make me help you, Crowley." Y/N rolled her eyes at Crowley as she took a step toward him. When she did she noticed his hands were cupped and a red liquid had appeared in his hands. As she got closer, she realized it was not only blood…but the sound of Dean in pain was coming from it.
"Alone at last. I missed you. Did you miss me?" Y/N's face went white when she heard Abaddon's voice.
"Cheap parlor trick? Oh, Y/N. Tsk tsk tsk you have no idea what kind of 'parlor tricks' I'm capable of. Such as this," Crowley gestured to the blood in his hands, "This is how I communicate with my minions. However, thanks to this lovely devil's trap it is merely for listening in on things. For instance, I can hear your dear Dean taking on Abaddon and her minions right now. Care to listen?" Crowley teased as he lifted his hands toward Y/N and the soundwaves of gunshots being fired rippled in the blood.
"Listen," Dean's voice sounded, "my car is three blocks over. Go get more bullets, more holy water, get everything."
"What–" Y/N could barely speak listening to the sound coming from the blood.
"Why send her away? We could have lots of fun the three of us." Abaddon's voice sent chills down Y/N's spine as she begged whatever was listening to keep Dean safe. She could hear Dean struggling against Abaddon and not knowing what was going on was killing her.
"You must be worried sick hearing Dean struggling against Abaddon all alone. Knowing that you could help him defeat her…if only you were there with him."
"What does it matter to you? Why are you showing me this?"
"You know, I could technically get you to him. But it would cost you…"
"Of course, it does," Y/N scoffed as her eyes pierced into Crowley with hatred, "Let me guess, you want me to free you." Crowley's laughter caught Y/N off guard.
"Ah, yes. That was the original demand. However, your lovely friend Kevin has given me some entertainment as of late so let's just say that my demands have changed." Crowley smiled meekly waiting for Y/N to just punch him.
"I should have known from you. But I don't have time to play games, Crowley. Spit it out." Y/N screamed as she felt her patience growing thin. Abaddon could have Dean's throat in her hands by now.
"Well, you see, in order for me to get what I want… I can't tell you. You're just going to have to trust in me."
"Trust in you? Ha! Very funny, Crowley." Y/N chuckled, "Now, seriously, what the fuck do you want from me?"
"I'm very serious. You could say it's... life or death." Crowley smirked, knowing that would hit a nerve. Y/N couldn't stand it any longer.
"Crowley," Y/N said as she rolled up her sleeve, "if I didn't absolutely need your help right now I would be grabbing the nearest demon knife and–" The sound of bones breaking and Dean screaming resounded around Y/N and made her freeze.
"I don't particularly like repeating myself, but seeing how you are on a time crunch I'll give it another go. What I want is an I.O.U. that I can cash in any time I want–"
"So appreciate you boys coming when I call. I think that's what I like most about you Winchesters. You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too."
"–for whatever I want. So, what's it gonna be?"
Dean grimaced at the pain in his right shoulder after Abaddon dislocated it and was now holding him down as his mind raced on what he could do next to get him free from Abaddon. It seems I'm gonna die trying, Dean thought as he was coming up with blanks, at least Y/N is safe…
"No! Abaddon, let him go! Please!" Dean's head jolted to his left as Abaddon veered her head that way, as well. They both saw a flash of light accompanied by Y/N's voice as she suddenly appeared a few feet in front of them. No! Dean thought as Y/N ran towards them.
"Y/N, stop!" Dean yelled at her, but Abaddon pushed down on his dislocated shoulder.
"Hush now. I'm always open for a threesome." Abaddon chuckled as she stretched out her hand and forced Y/N to the ground. "Welcome, Y/N. You got here just in time for all the fun."
"Abaddon, please–" Y/N began, but the sigil on her wrist began to burn inside her and Y/N let out a cry as she clutched it.
"No!" Dean screamed, "You're here for the Winchesters now leave her out of it." Dean demanded. Abaddon smirked and ran the back of her hand across his jawline.
"You poor fool. She's got everything to do with this. But, I digress," Abaddon said as she lifted Dean off the ground, "I want Crowley. Or what's left of him," She demanded.
"Yeah? And what's in it for me?" Dean asked.
"I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck, quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me." Abaddon proposed.
"No!" Y/N cried out.
"And if I tell you to get bent?" Dean chuckled at Abaddon.
"Oh. Well... you know, I've loved this body since the moment I first saw it. You're the perfect vessel, Dean. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas." Abaddon said as she stroked his anti-possession tattoo, "So go ahead and play hard to get, and I'll peel off this "no demons allowed" tattoo and blow smoke up your ass." Abaddon sneered.
"Ooh. Well, I gotta tell you, between you and me, it is a horror show up there." Dean snickered. Of all the times to be sarcastic he chooses now?! Y/N thought.
"Oh, sweetie. I can make it a whole lot worse. Now that Y/N is here it opens up a whole new world of torture." Dean felt Abaddon's power holding him down as she let go of his arm and grabbed the back of his head by his hair to make him look at Y/N. "I was just going to make you tear out the insides of some random girl and feel the heat of her intestines in your hands as she slowly dies and all kinds of other goodies…" Abaddon said as she let go of Dean's head and walked over to Y/N, "But I think I will use my new plaything." Y/N shivered as Abaddon placed her hands on Y/N's shoulders.
"You keep your filthy demon hands off her! She–" Dean began, but Abaddon's hold on him forced him further to the ground to the point he groaned in pain.
"Patience, Dean," Abaddon said as leaned down to whisper in Y/N's ear, "You remember that little 'dream' you had when I came back to life?" Abaddon taunted. No… this can't be happening, Y/N thought.
"Abaddon!" Dean yelled. Y/N I should have stayed… I should have listened to him, Y/N thought regretfully.
"Let's see if dreams do come true," Abaddon said before outstretching her hand to Dean as if to take his hand. Suddenly, two of Abaddon's goons came up behind Dean and jerked him up and over until he and Y/N were face to face.
"Dean…" Y/N began to sob. Abaddon made her way behind Dean so that the both of them were now looking at her.
"What will it be, Dean? Shall we tear out Y/N's intestines? Etch your name all over her skin with a rusty butter knife?" Abaddon said as Dean tried to jerk her hands off his shoulders, "Oh, not to your liking? I agree none of that is very Dean Winchester-y… I got it! What if we have our way with Y/N? Yum!" Abaddon teased.
"Y/N would kill me before she ever let that happen," Dean said. Abaddon stared at Y/N with a smirk.
"Not if I told her not to," Abaddon remarked quickly after.
"This isn't a game Simon says, bitch." Dean chuckled. The sound of Abaddon's cackling made Y/N and Dean jump.
"Abaddon, please–" Y/N began to plead, but Abaddon shushed her.
"No, Dean, it isn't. It's more 'Abaddon says'."
Dean rolled his eyes at Abaddon's comment, "You're crazy."
"I had a feeling you wouldn't believe me so I'll demonstrate," Abaddon said before darting her eyes to Y/N, "Y/N, Abaddon says go to pick up that angel blade over there and stab Dean in the chest. Preferably right where his heart is because I'm feeling poetic this evening." Abaddon sneered. Y/N's eyes widened while Dean laughed at Abaddon. This can't be happening… Y/N thought.
"To think that you are a Knight of Hell–" Dean laughed at Abaddon, but when he saw Y/N stand up his smile faded, "Y/N? What are you doing?"
"Abaddon, please…" Y/N sobbed as she tried to fight the force pushing her toward the angel blade but to no avail. With each fiber of her being that fought the power Abaddon held over her, the pain around her heart became unbearable as she reached down and grabbed the angel blade.
"Atta girl," Abaddon said as she unbuttoned Dean's shirt and drew an 'x' on Dean's chest with her finger. Y/N began sobbing as her arm raised with the angel blade ready to plunge into Dean's chest.
"I'm so sorry, Dean." Y/N cried and closed her eyes as she felt her arm swing down at his chest.
"Stop," Abaddon uttered and Y/N felt her arm freeze. Y/N slightly opened her eyes only to find that the blade was just barely poking his chest to make him bleed as if he had been pricked by a needle.
"Y/N…" Dean looked at Y/N, defeated, "What just happened?" Y/N could see how confused Dean was and it broke her heart. I'm a horrible person… Y/N thought. Abaddon laughed once more as she took the angel blade from Y/N and waved her hand at her. Y/N's body collapsed onto Dean's lap. Y/N sobbed into him as Dean placed his arms around her.
"That wasn't Y/N that was you controlling her body–"
"Technically, you're right. It wasn't Y/N, but it also was. Y/N's my little bitch," Abaddon interrupted Dean, "Y/N why don't you tell Dean what's really going on. I think it's time to turn this up a notch."
"No-" Y/N's chest and throat began to burn as she fought the words from coming out of her mouth. She screamed, still in Dean's lap, as the fire burning inside her spread throughout her body and she writhed in agony.
"Stop! Whatever you're doing to her–" Dean begged, but Abaddon shushed him.
"She's doing this to herself," Abaddon said as she stomped over and grabbed Y/N by her hair before pushing her face into Dean's. "Y/N, you're ruining this. So, just give it up before your little human heart gives out…tell him!" Abaddon roared. Dean's eyes widened at Abaddon's comment as Y/N screamed once more from the pain snaking through her body and squeezing her heart.
"Y/N, if giving in to her will stop whatever is hurting you… just do it!" Dean begged as he watched Y/N with fear and worried about what was happening to her.
"Dean, I–" Y/N uttered through the pain. I have no choice, Y/N thought as the pain began to subside with each ounce of surrender, "I'm so sorry. She's right."
"That's not all–" Abaddon said as she put herself between them and pushed Y/N to the ground, "Not only do I have a wonderful little leash on her, but Y/N's soul is mine."
"...what?" Dean uttered as his eyes shot over to you. Y/N braced herself for Dean to become enraged with her, scream at her, something along the lines of her dream…but instead, he just stared at her.
"Yup. Y/N here is mine. Has been for quite a while now, too." Abaddon boasted. Y/N felt her heart racing as she stared back at Dean.
"How long?" Dean asked. Y/N tried to get a reading from Dean, but he gave her no answers in his stare.
"I don't believe you," Dean said, but Y/N knew he had to believe her just enough.
"No? Well, that's too bad. Y/N was the one that helped put humpty dumpty back together again not too long ago." Abaddon bragged again.
"No, you're lying–" Dean said as his mind began to think back to when they had Abaddon sewn back together. We had her tied up and bound to the devil's trap, Dean thought, and her hands were… and I left Y/N in that room with Abaddon…alone…
"Give it a second it looks like the wheels are turning," Abaddon chuckled, "It is so heartbreaking to have the person you love betray you." Abaddon teased them both.
"You threatened her. You had to–" Dean said as he tried to make sense of it all.
"No threatening required. I'd say I didn't even have to lift a finger, but Y/N was the one that set my hands free." Abaddon snickered.
"Then why else–" Dean asked.
"Oh, Dean you poor fool. I know how hard it must be to realize that the person you love betrayed you. I can always put you out of your misery if the pain is too much for you to bare–"
"You can't hurt him!" Y/N interrupted Abaddon, "If you hurt Dean or Sam then your obedience spell cancels out." Y/N said triumphantly. Abaddon responded to Y/N's outburst by picking up Dean by his throat and raising him high.
"News flash, sweetie! I've been hurting Dean for a hot minute," Abaddon sneered as she gripped Dean's throat, "What's the phrase they use nowadays? Sorry, I had my fingers crossed." Abaddon said as she tossed Dean into an abandoned store's window display. Glass shattered all around Dean as he shielded himself. Dean watched as Abaddon turned back around to Y/N.
"As for you, my dear. Well, now that I've had my fun I won't need that obedience spell anymore–" Abaddon said as she waved her hand. Y/N's wrist began to burn and when she looked down at her wrist Abbadon's sigil almost seemed to burn itself off of her skin. I'm free, Y/N thought as she smiled down at her wrist but not before suddenly feeling a sudden sharp pain in her chest.
"NO!" The sound of Dean screaming brought her attention to her chest where a piece of glass from the window display was now lodged directly into the side of her chest where her heart was. Y/N looked up to see Abaddon on the other end of the glass shard smiling at the blood dripping from her chest. Y/N tried to speak, but all that came out was a cough followed by a splatter of blood.
"–and I won't need you either." Abaddon said as Y/N collapsed onto her knees, "Don't worry. Loverboy over there will die along with you. Then you both can be in Hell together." Abaddon chuckled as she began to walk back over to Dean.
Suddenly, a burst of light erupted from the windows of the abandoned diner across the street and Abaddon froze.
"You brought an angel to a demon fight?!" Abaddon said before suddenly disappearing.
Dean sighed in relief for a brief moment before he dusted himself off and ran over to Y/N. Dean checked Y/N's pulse and examined the wound in her chest.
"Take it out," Y/N pleaded Dean, "I've hurt you enough."
"Don't you say that," Dean said as Sam came running over from the diner. Once he reached them and saw Dean leaning over Y/N's body, Sam's eyes suddenly began to glow blue and his demeanor changed, "You're gonna be fine. You're not allowed to die on me." Dean said as he jerked the shard out of her chest. The blood sputtering out of Y/N's chest now flowed like a stream. Sam knelt beside Y/N and placed his hands over her chest right as she passed out.
"Do not worry. She has only passed out from the pain she has endured." Sam's hands glowed above Y/N's chest as Dean watched him heal her for what seemed like forever. Once her wound was closed, Sam's eyes went back to normal before he collapsed. Sam groaned in pain as he sat up grasping his forehead. When he opened his eyes and saw Dean leaning over Y/N's body, blood stained on her shirt, Sam shot up.
"Dean–" Sam began before he and Dean both sighed in relief when Y/N's chest begin to rise and fall with shallow breath as if she was sleeping. The emotions that Dean had kept back began to flood him as he lifted Y/N off the ground and walked her to the Impala.
"Let me help–"
"No," Dean said as he placed Y/N gently in the back of the Impala, "Just meet me at the bunker," Dean said as he shoved his emotions back down. She comes first, Dean thought.
"But, Dean–" Dean ignored Sam as he placed Y/N gently into the Impala before climbing in the driver seat, slamming the door, and speeding off.
Y/N shot awake and clutched at the wound Abbadon had inflicted on her, but was surprised to not feel a hole or even blood on her chest. What the– Y/N thought. The sound of an engine roaring brought her attention to the fact she was lying in the backseat of the Impala. The lights of other cars danced across the inside roof of the Impala and she could hear the slight sound of the radio playing the usual music. Y/N gently sat up in the backseat and looked outside of the Impala to figure out where they were, but gave up after a few minutes. Dean was slunk in the driver's seat.
"Where are we, Dean? Where's Sam?" Y/N asked quietly. The tension in the air put Y/N on edge as she leaned forward until she was within earshot of Dean, "What happened? How am I–"
"Be pulling into the bunker garage shortly," Dean answered as the cars passing by lit up his face every so often. Y/N couldn't get a reading off of Dean and it was scaring her.
"Dean, I– I'm so sorry." Y/N began, "I didn't know how to tell you. I– I was scared of–"
Suddenly, Dean turned the Impala quickly onto the off-ramp and with the tires screeching to a halt stopped on the side of a crossroad. Dean shut off the Impala as soon as it stopped. The sound of the breeze around the Impala and the jingling of the keys in the ignition from the sudden stop in motion filled up the small space inside.
"Dean?" Y/N asked as she went to touch his shoulder. Dean quickly got out of the Impala and slammed the door as he went to sit against the trunk. Y/N slowly got out of the Impala before joining him, "Dean, I don't understand–" Y/N gasped when Dean suddenly grabbed her wrists and turned the two of them around to where Y/N had her back to the trunk and Dean was pinning her by his waist.
"I need you to not talk and just listen, okay?" Dean asked as he stared into Y/N's eyes. Y/N reluctantly stared back and what she saw surprised her: Instead of anger in Dean's eyes there was sadness and defeat.
"Okay." Y/N agreed with him as she swallowed the lump in her throat. The grip on Y/N's wrist loosened until she was able to drop them to her side and Dean took a step back from her.
"You have been under the control of Abaddon probably since I saw you again four years ago. Abaddon has owned your soul most likely since then, as well. You helped set Abaddon free when we were about to use her for the third trial and subsequently led her to Crowley when you came to help Sam with the third trial on Crowley."
"Dean, I–"
"Please." Dean pleaded with her. Y/N nodded and pressed her lips firmly together. Dean's eyes were becoming glossy in the moonlight as he swallowed hard.
"We've known each other since we were kids and I'd like to think I still know the real Y/N. So, out of respect for the woman I grew up with and fell in love with, I'm going to let you explain." Dean said.
"Yes, of course, Dean," Y/N said. Dean explained as he also pulled out a candle covered in sigils and placed it on the trunk of the Impala next to Y/N. What is he doing? Y/N thought as Dean walked over to stand beside Y/N before lighting the candle and placing his gun on the trunk next to it. Dean spun it to point at Y/N as he stared at the candle. Y/N gulped.
"Did Abaddon remove the obedience spell on you?" Dean asked. Y/N stood there for a moment confused as to what was going on before finally responding.
"Yes. Dean, what's–"
"Only answer yes or no unless I saw otherwise. Please." Dean interrupted her. His attention was solely on the candle, but Y/N could tell the wheels were turning in his head and she wasn't sure she liked that. "Does Abaddon own your soul?"
"Yes." Y/N's heart ached at the words.
"How long?" Dean asked. Y/N was hesitant again to answer his question, but something in her told her that she had to be honest.
"Technically… a few months after I turned fifteen." Dean's eyes shot up to hers in shock.
"What? That's almost 20 years. You should be–"
"Dead. I wish I was at this point. That was the original deal." Y/N explained, "After my Mom died, Frank changed seemingly overnight. The Frank you knew was not the same father I knew growing up. One of Abaddon's demons possessed our old babysitter Donna that night and offered to get rid of Frank so that I could be free and…so that I could run into you again. I've loved you from that moment in the greenhouse when we were kids and–" Dean turned sharply away from her to stare at the candle again.
"Why did they let you live longer than 10 years?" Dean asked. Y/N tried to pull his attention away from the candle, but he refused.
"Dean, what won't you look at me!" Y/N pleaded.
Dean's voice cracked, "Answer my question. Please, Y/N."
"My time was going to be up the day you guys showed up at Truman High for that teenage ghost. They offered me an extra 10 years if I got close to you and waited for their signal. I had no choice, but the opportunity to be with you again was something I couldn't pass up. I was going to deny them when the time came and–"
"How long were you under Abaddon's obedience spell?" Dean asked plainly.
"I don't know maybe four months? She forced me to. She threatened to kill Sam and then you when we tracked down Larry Ganem. I had no choice, Dean. I'm so sorry–" Y/N cried.
"Did you tell Abaddon where Crowley was when Sam was performing the third trial on him?" Dean asked, but this time he sounded impatient.
"No, I didn't. Abaddon's obedience spell tortured me into submission. If I hadn't had Cass take me to Sam and Crowley, the spell would have killed me." Y/N answered as she rubbed her wrist where Abaddon's sigil used to be engraved.
"This is my last question," Dean began, "And I need you to be completely honest." Dean stood up and placed his hand next to the gun on the trunk. Y/N took a step back and thought about running, but something inside her told her not to and that this wasn't what it seemed.
Dean took a deep breath before looking Y/N in her eyes once more, "Why didn't you tell me?" Y/N was taken aback by this question after the previous ones were so serious.
"Dean…" Y/N began, "I was afraid of what the outcome was going to be. Abaddon got the notion in my head that if I told you, well…" Y/N gestured down to the gun, "And then when Sammy burned Abaddon to a crisp I thought she was gone and I was free and that I could just bury that in my past. I'm so sorry, Dean. I should have told you and maybe all of this could have been avoided. It's all my fault how everything has gone and–" Dean stopped her with his hand in the air as he looked over at the candle once more, "Damn it, Dean! What is so important about this stupid candle that you can't even look at me when I'm trying to tell you the truth about all this!" Y/N yelled and went to knock the candle over, but Dean had picked it up and was holding it between them now. That was when Y/N noticed that the candle's flame was glowing a bright blue. Dean smiled at the candle and when he looked up at Y/N tears were welling up in his eyes.
"I believe you," Dean exclaimed with joy as he blew out the candle. Y/N looked at Dean in disbelief as he tossed the candle into the field behind him and put the gun back on him.
"I'm not saying I'm not relieved and grateful that you believe me, but…how do you know I'm telling the truth? You just interrogated me like a was a criminal and then you just believe me? And don't say that stupid movie line of 'I can feel you're telling the truth' or whatever bullshit they say." Y/N said irritably. Dean crossed the space between them and went to kiss her, but Y/N stood her ground and took a step back.
"Why does it matter? I'm not gonna lie, I am still upset that you didn't tell me, but I understand why. I also know that you were given no choice with your soul and that damned obedience spell. Would you have rathered the alternative? 'Cause I would have had to kill you, Y/N! I'll take not having to kill the love of my life over that anytime." Dean scoffed.
"But what the hell was with that candle? You can't just pull some mambo jumbo magic and not expect me to wonder what the hell happened, especially when it comes to the fact you were going to kill me if I wasn't telling the truth!"
Dean sighed, "Okay, fine. That candle was a one-time, no substitutions or exchanges, real-deal truth spell. I read the incantation just before you gained consciousness. All I had to do was light the candle and start asking questions. As long as the blue flame stayed lit, you were telling the truth." Dean explained.
"And if I wasn't telling the truth?" Y/N gulped as she asked.
"It's done. You told the truth. That's all I care about." Dean tried to reassure her, but Y/N began to pace around.
"What about my soul? I imagine Abaddon isn't going to keep to my contract extension considering she's been taking souls from crossroads deals prematurely left and right. What's to stop her from collecting my debt–" Dean stopped Y/N from pacing by kissing her. Y/N sighed against him and for a moment Y/N felt everything was okay. When Dean broke the kiss he cupped her face in his hands.
"I swear on my life I will not let that happen. I will find a way to free your soul from Abaddon even if it is the last thing I do." Dean swore.
"Okay, Dean," Y/N said as tears began to fall down her cheeks, "Let's go home." Dean walked Y/N to the passenger side of the Impala while holding her hand. Once Y/N sat down in the Impala and Dean shut the door, Y/N suddenly felt perplexed.
"Dean? Where's Sam?" Y/N asked, "The last thing I remember was Sam running over to us and his eyes were glowing?" Dean sighed in frustration.
"Yeah, about that… Since we're telling the truth and all I guess I should tell you. Sam hasn't been himself lately," Dean began, "Well, that's because the third trial almost killed him." Dean confessed.
"But, he seems to be doing better now?"
"He's not." Dean said, "For the past few weeks, Sam has been a vessel to an angel named Ezekiel. Ezekiel has been healing Sam from the inside from what the trials did to him. Ezekiel healed you. He's also the one that told me about the candle." Y/N sat back and took in all the information that Dean had just told her.
"Fuck," Y/N expressed.
"My words exactly," Dean agreed.
