Abomination

by WaywardSiren98

Abomination - This is a Supernatural Fanfiction with a female character I created, Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and others. I own nothing of Supernatural's original creation, only the characters and situations I have created. Some scenes have been inspired or branched off of some that have happened in the actual show. Also, feel free to comment/review and make fanart! Enjoy!

27. Chapter 27

_Author's Note_

Hi guys! I am so so so so so sorry for the long wait. I honestly have tried to sit and write as often and as much as I could, but between this being a REALLY long chapter and me being in school as well as the musical, I've just been incredibly busy. Anyway, I hope you forgive me, because I'm rewarding your admirable patience with a 16,809 word long chapter! Haha

Fun fact... this whole 27 chapter journey was basically like one season of Supernatural in my head, and I hope in yours too. So... that means that this chapter is like a season finale. That being said, I just want to say that this is only the ending of PART ONE! Not the whole thing! So don't worry, there WILL be more to this story after this chapter. ;) And by more, I mean basically a whole 'nother half. Lol

So in advance, it might take about as long to update for a couple of reasons, 1.) Imma have to torture you just a little bit just like the SPN writers do lol. 2.) The musical is coming up, meaning only one week till tech week (Oh My Chuck, it's a busy & stressful week, if any of you are theatre kids, you understand haha) and two weeks until opening night. So, this Stepsister (we're doing Cinderella for those of you who missed it lol) won't have a lot of time on her hands, especially when you throw Hell in... and by Hell I mean school. Lol. So I hope to not wait AS long, but I'll keep you posted on my Facebook page. If you haven't followed it yet, please do! I post BTS stuff and such. :) Also, poll question, would anyone follow me if I made a Twitter or Instagram for Abomination? :) Please answer! ;D

For everyone who has waited for this chapter, and that means you didn't just read it all and got here, I gave the chapters titles! =D I'm open to different suggestions for them too, so if you have a good idea for a certain chapter, let me know and I may use it. ;)

Anyway, I'm so excited for the cosplay, still welcoming donations and sharing... and guys... please review, I want to hear from all of you lovely creatures! :) Also, anyone like the music I put in my Song Notes? :) Cause I do... ;D

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So, yeah, enjoy the last chapter of "_Part One_: The Ashes"

_Chapter 27_

"Dance with the Devil"

_Author's Song Note_

*Pause and reflect on the journey we've read to get here... you could say the... Road So Far...*

"Carry On Wayward Son" by Kansas

Trinity

This was not happening. No, it couldn't be happening.

I looked down at Sam held in Dean's arms, completely unmoving, jaw slack, eyes calm. Tears dripped from Dean's face onto his little brother's. But it was as if Dean wasn't breathing, he was looking at the space where Cas and the demon had just disappeared.

Cas looked at me before I lost sight of him. His eyes widened in pain and promise. I don't know what was happening, I don't know if My blade was working as a regular angel blade or not.

I cursed myself because I knew so little about my own demise.

"Dean-"

"No Bobby. No, all of the crap we've been through… just no. This isn't… this isn't how he ends."

I was still peering in the empty space, tears blurring my vision, my heartbeat filling my ears. But something inside me flipped. I still felt my eyes in their different state and power flowing through my bones.

I turned around and without a word took Sam's face in my hands. I gently pushed his soft hair away from his eyes and heard Dean's barely audible whisper.

"Fix him… Trinity… please. Fix him."

He didn't even have to ask. But I had never brought someone back from the dead before. I didn't know if I even could. Or if I was able to, how. I wracked my brain for answers. I searched all the knowledge of angels and demons and other things, all files in my mind.

"Move," I said quietly, not meeting his eyes, I knew I couldn't bare to see Dean's eyes, everything void in them because the thing he cared about most in this world, and I didn't even doubt it, I didn't even challenge Sam's place in his heart for my own spot, the person that mattered everything to him, the reason he kept going all these years, had just died in his arms, taking a piece of himself away with him.

Dean listened without protest. He laid Sam's lifeless body down on the hardwood. I moved and breathed as if in autopilot. My jaw was set, the tears had frozen in my eyes, my breathing had slowed to a controlled speed. But inside my head, everything was chaos, so much had just happened I wasn't sure what actually happened. I was panicking, not really knowing what to do, not knowing what would work, not knowing if I'd ever see or speak to either my brother or my best friend ever again.

But my body said otherwise. It was like some trance that my adrenaline had put me under. Because one thing I was sure of, if I didn't do this, I was certain Sam would stay dead this time and this was a chance I was willing to take.

I unbuttoned his bloody flannel and before I could stop myself, I looked up to Dean. I don't know why, but I did.

His bright green eyes were so glassy they looked like an infinity pool. His puffy bottom lip trembled and he was looking at his brother with such desperation.

I took his cheek in my red-coated hand, "Dean," he didn't look away, "Dean, look at me. Babe look at me," his broken eyes peered into mine, "Trust me, okay?" he slowly nodded, undoubtedly feeling the same way I did but maximized. "I love you," I assured him.

The house shook again and everything around us rumbled. Killing Allocen must have set something off, I wasn't sure, but I didn't care. I was focused on the task right before my eyes.

"We have to get out of here!" Bobby shouted above the noise.

"No! I'm staying here!" Dean replied.

"No you're not! Get out of here," I shoved him away, "I'll stay with Sam and meet you out there!" He began to protest, but I looked at him and took his hand as Bobby pulled him up off the ground, books falling around us. "I promise."

Once Bobby pulled Dean out into the car yard, I looked back down at Sam and around us. Things were falling and walls were cracking.

"C'mon Sam, let's do this," I mumbled. I placed my hand over the gunshot entrance and felt his skin become warm and soft and pliable. I started pushing my fingers down until I felt them enter his body. I closed my eyes as I searched for the bullet. I felt the little metal piece slide across my fingers. I grasped it and retracted my hand. It came out bloody and holding a small bullet that had elements of different things that are dangerous to different supernatural beings.

I tossed it aside without a second glance and looked back to Sam's abdomen, the skin had started to morph back to how it was, like I had willed it to. I pressed my hand against the wound once more and a dim red light shone from beneath my palm. When I removed it the skin was as good as new, besides the smears of blood.

I moved my hand over his heart and gripped the skin tightly. Even though I felt my nails pierce his skin, I knew it had to be done. I put my other hand over my own heart and did the same. Then I closed my eyes and forced power and energy through me, every nerve, every bone, every muscle. As surges of it coursed out of my fingertips, both of our bodies would pulse, as if we were simultaneously attached to defibrillators.

The pain I felt was immense, but I pushed it aside when I felt Sam's own heart beat pound against my hand and I heard it echo in my mind.

The next thing I knew, his chest arched up and his eyes flew open with a loud, long gasp for air. As he did this I was thrown away by a reverberation of my own power and landed on my butt, holding myself up with my hands on the floor behind me.

The cracks in the wall and ceiling were getting bigger and spreading farther. Almost all of the books had fathen from the shelves, bottles of unfinished whiskey had crashed to the floor, shattering and spilling the brown liquid.

As he got his breath under control, I wanted to run over to him, hug him and never let go, tell him everything was okay, that everything was going to be fine. But my instincts took over and I helped him up and he tried to say my name, but I cut him off.

"We have to get out of here!"

As I had my arm around his back, his moose-sized body lagged against my own small frame. It was difficult running conjoined with him, but he was too weak to move on his own still.

As we neared the front door, I heard cracks, crashes, and bangs behind us. We kept running, but I glanced behind us and I saw the house caving in like a tidal wave. Dust filled the air and the ground trembled.

I shouldered the door open with a loud thud. "Jump!" I yelled over the commotion. And as Sam and I leaped forward into the dirt, Bobby's entire house imploded. We covered our heads and waited. We waited until the dust cleared. We waited until we heard Dean and Bobby's footsteps running towards us.

Cas

"Listen little brother, I don't really want to hurt you. I have never, and will never want to hurt any of my family. You know that, don't you?" Lucifer asked me as he twirled Trinity's blade in between his fingers.

I was tied up and hanging by my wrists from a beam in an old home with cobwebs and cracked walls, stains and just plain chaos. But it looked like nothing had been touched in years. And the longer I was here, the whole scene looked so familiar, just altered with dust and faded stains. Stains like the blood and the scorched angel wings.

My chest rose and fell defeatedly, my eyes drooped from pain and exhaustion, blood dripped from my wrists, my face, and my chest wound. Although it didn't kill me, it felt like it was, it certainly tried to, but I'm guessing since it wasn't a full angel blade, that's why it didn't work. But it seemed to have disabled my angelic powers for the time being, as well as the whole atmosphere of this house did.

"Trinity sure has screwed up a lot for all of us, hasn't she?"

I didn't answer.

"You know, all I wanted was to create the perfect little soldier, like John Winchester did with Dean. But you know what, the flaw that came back to bite me in the ass, the loophole I never meant to create, that stupid humanity. That's what got in the way all these years, over and over again," he sighed, "It's rather annoying."

"I don't know what you think you're going to do Lucifer. She's passed the point of your grasp."

"But you know what I can still use against her?" he paused as he bent down to pick up more weapons, "I can still use you."

He cackled before the cold metal pierced my skin.

Dean

"Trin!" I ran over to the two bodies on the ground, covered in dirt, dust, and blood.

"Dean!" Bobby chased right behind me. I felt his hand pull me back as a piece of the building fell in front of me, where I would have been if he hadn't stopped me. I looked back at him and we had a silent conversation of thank you's, then he nodded telling me to keep going.

I heard coughing. As I got closer I heard two kinds of coughing, one higher pitched, the other lower, like I was used to all of my life.

I stopped where I was, "Sammy?"

He sat up squinting through the dust. "Dean-"

I cut him off with a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, one over his shoulder, the other under his arm, and squeezed tightly. I buried my nose in his shoulder. He's told me before that even when nothing deadly has happened, I still hug like it's the last thing I'll do. Well, who knows? One day it might be.

He coughed against my shoulder as he clapped me on the back as I held onto his. All I could think of was that my brother was still alive. Trinity had done it, she had pulled through.

Trinity…

I looked up and saw her sitting back on one hand, holding her chest with the other bloody one. She wasn't looking at me, but at Sam. She had happiness in her eyes, and I grinned.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"That sonavabitch, Allocen, shot you," I explained, and he got a confused look on his face, "But Trin saved you," I said with awe and gratitude.

He turned around and saw her.

"Hey, Sam," she gave him a small smile.

I knew she was beyond happy to see him alive, but I could tell she was now thinking about Cas. As I realized this, it invaded my mind too, now that Sam was back.

He leaned over and held onto her tightly. Squeezing and turning his face in towards her neck. She wrapped her own arms around him as much as she could and did the same, closing her eyes.

"What am I, ya idjit?" Bobby voiced up behind us.

"Bobby," Sam stood and hugged our father-figure.

I watched them and then turned to see Trinity staring at the ruins of Bobby's house, tears filling her eyes. She slowly turned to me.

It was strange, I had never seen her eyes do what they were doing before. They were normal, but instead of hazel, the glowing, electric blue of an angel's shone.

She was connecting to Cas. I knew that had to be it.

"We have to find him, Dean," I crawled over to her and pulled her to me. I felt her lips move against my skin, "We have to."

"We will, I promise."

So many promises tonight. It worried me.

Cas

"She will come for you!" Lucifer yelled over my sounds of agony. "You know she will! She will either come for you and be mine, or be smart and leave you here."

I felt her trying to find me, trying to connect with me. If I had had my powers, I would have told her to stay away.

"And for your own sake, I hope she shows," he growled in my ear and some sort of cursed blade sliced across my skin.

Trinity

My head was killing me. Cas was getting tortured I knew it. I could feel it. I couldn't pinpoint his exact spot, but I knew where he was and that was enough. But I didn't like where he was.

I stood and hugged Dean, "You should stay here, find a place for me to come back to," I tried for a smile. But I just couldn't shake all of these feelings I had.

"Like Hell we're letting you go dance with the devil alone," Sam spoke up. Bobby had done a check up on him not long ago, to make sure everything was alright with him physically. He had tried with me, but I assured him, I was fine. They all looked at me as soon as I said fine, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I don't know what you're thinking, and we want to save him as much as you do. But you can't just go in guns blazing with no plan, at all, without anyone there for you," Dean held my hand.

"I don't want any of you to get hurt-"

"You act like we don't feel the same way about you."

"Yeah, but-"

"No, yeah, buts… we're going. There's no way out of it," Sam used that brotherly tone.

"Fine," I gave in.

"But," Dean continued, "Bobby, you should stay back and find a secure place," he glanced at Bobby then at the ruins of his home. I felt as though the initial shock of losing it hadn't set in yet. I know it hadn't hit me yet.

"You're seriously pulling that crap on me now?" he asked incredulously.

All three of us seemed to give him the same look.

"Well balls," he sighed exasperatedly, "Fine," he walked over to us, hugging each, "But you better not die and leave me here on this godforsaken ball of dirt alone."

I was the last hug, "We'll be back, Bobby."

He smelled like flannel, alcohol, and after shave.

"You idgits be careful, alright?"

"When are we ever not careful?" Dean tried for a joke.

"I'm not answering that," Bobby replied.

I took each of the boys hands. I had never flown with more than Cas before, but I could feel the strength within me. Partially propelled by my emotions right now, but I knew I had become stronger.

"See ya soon, Bobby," I gave him a small smile before we disappeared into the warped vision and constant wind of rising and falling, twisting and turning of the flight of an angel. The boys yelled all the way until we landed.

"How do you manage that?" Sam bent over, hand on his knees catching his breath. His flowing hair blown back at funny angles.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Dean mumbled. I had forgotten about his fear of heights.

But while they were complaining, my wings settled down against my back. I stared at the building in front of us that withheld Cas.

After recovering, Sam flanked my side, "Where are we?"

"Hartville, Ohio." I held out my palm and the picture I had for some reason kept all these years appeared there. The picture depicting me and my two dead sisters.

"Trinity… what is that?" Dean asked from my other side.

"A memory I've tried to forget," I paused as I looked at the dark, ramshackle house. Even though it was abandoned and looked completely empty, I knew what its walls hid and I could feel the power emanating from it. And from the looks on the boys' faces and their body language, they could too. Something awful was brewing inside, stirring awake and alive, more than bad memories.

I lit a flame in my palm and the picture burnt and sizzled, it's image began to be eaten up by the flames. "It's my old house," I crumpled the ashes in my fingers, "The one where everything started."

Cas

I tried to call to Trinity, tried to tell her to not come in, to stay away. But I just couldn't. My breath was hot and heavy against my chest that my chin was touching. I wanted to close my eyes, to give up, but I knew I had to keep fighting, like I told Trinity to. I knew she was here, I could feel her, but I wish she wasn't.

Lucifer chuckled in the shadows. The moonlight shined on the floor making my blood glimmer against it. "She's here," he taunted.

"How are you doing Trinity dear?" he looked at me smiling, but not speaking directly to me. Behind him I saw the three most important people in my life emerge from the shadowy threshold.

Trinity

My entire body decided to drop thirty degrees.

Lucifer stood there in front of Cas who was hanging by his wrists, bloody and tired. I could feel his sense of powerlessness. Lucifer was doing something to him to make him so vulnerable.

"What did I tell ya?" he patted Cas on a cheek, his fingers coming away red. "Told you she would come. Your loyalty towards each other is so powerful, you'd die for each other again and again," he twirled around to face us, "All of you infact!" He looked different than last time I saw him, more like a man, yet still so angelically powerful. And he also looked different than the last time the boys saw him, they said his skin was peeling off because Nick the Vessel couldn't hold his power. He seemed to be doing just fine now.

As if he read my mind, "If you're wondering why Nick here is working for me now," he paused and gave us a mischievous sideways glance, "It's because of you my dear," he pointed at me, his ice blue eyes piercing my soul.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at the devil.

"Yeah, I feel great thanks to you. The power you retain energizes me," he made a motion as if something was welling up inside of him and bubbling up and he breathed in deeply through his nose. "When you get stronger, so do I. After all, you are the way you are because of me," he tilted his head and gave a grin with a wink.

"What is he talking about Trin?" Dean asked me from my side. Cas and I had told the boys almost everything. Except the memories of the last time I was in this house. They knew Lucifer had to do with it, but they didn't know about the visions, about the history, I thought I was protecting them, along with the fact that I didn't want to delve into those images I had locked away years ago.

"Ooo, juicy," Lucifer rubbed his hands together and shivered his shoulders. "Did you not tell him of our lovely past my dear? Cause I think it's a fun story!" he giggled. Satan actually giggled. "Why do you think I chose this venue? Hm? For it's looks?" he asked sarcastically gesturing around to the shambles of my old house.

He paused and paced. "Houses hold memories, if you know how, you can conjure up images, moving images. Sort of like what do you hunters call them? Um, death echos? Yes, things similar to those beasties."

I knew about death echos. They were ghosts who were stuck reliving their death over and over again until freed.

I didn't like where this was going.

"Has your lover here ever told you about her past?" He took two steps closer to us. The boys shifted uncomfortably, but stood their ground. I was a statue. He wasn't going to drive me away that easily. He'd been inside my head too many times for me to get nervous around him without a violent initiation. Although my conscious told me that nervous and terrified were two different things.

"Of course," Sam spoke up. I looked up to him, and his expression shocked me. His face showed protective determination, but his eyes looked absolutely terrified. Then I remembered his whole fiasco with Lucifer. I looked to Dean and he looked furious. His eyes were hard as diamonds and his jaw was set in such a way that if we weren't standing before the devil himself right now, I would want to kiss it with the fear of it cutting my lips.

"Has she really?" he squinted at us, pursing his lips with a sarcastic, condescending smile to match his tone.

"The important parts you son of a bitch," he stepped forward and Lucifer held up his hands.

"Dean," I cautioned, putting my hand on his stomach, holding him back. He looked down at me, asking, why. Why was I stopping him from attacking the devil?

"Thanks for holding back your guard dog there, dear." Lucifer paced around us and I didn't move, but I constantly kept my vision trained.

Abruptly, "You know what?" he paused and twisted on his heel to look at us, "I think it's a nice night for a movie. Don't you?" he grinned.

"What are you talking about?" I scowled.

"Why your biography of course, my love!" he spread his arms wide and chuckled.

And then I heard them, the voices that I had shoved in the back of my mind for years, trying to forget, trying to heal.

Dean

"Trinity, you can't go with her, I can't lose you too. Who knows if we can fix her," the girl's voice became darker. "If not, we're the ones that need to stick together."

"We're no better than she is Avari!" a familiar voice, but sounding much younger and innocent, less weathered, yelled in a whisper.

"Yes we are! Do you not realize what she is, what she's becoming?!" a more mature voice did the same, but similar to the one I knew.

"We're all monsters! She's just different than we are! Don't you understand? Just because we're nephilim doesn't make us any less of freaks that her being part demon! We all need fixed. But we're family. You may have given up on her, but I havn't," Trinity's young voice replied in the same hushed tone.

I hadn't seen them until I looked across the room, but there were apparitions over in a shadowy threshold leading to a dark room. They were like ghosts, but more solid. Extremely similar to the death echos we've hunted, but these were almost, touchable, almost too real.

Lucifer rose his voice, "How does it feel? To see her again I mean?" he was looking between the figures and Trinity with an evil smile on his face. I looked down at Trin beside me.

She was staring at the ghost-like things, eyes wide and watery, chest moving with her shallow breaths, lips parted.

I looked back up to where she was watching. As I looked closer the girl closest to us was tall and thin, very bird-like. She had blonde hair, it was so blonde it was almost silver and it fell down over her shoulders and back like a cascading waterfall, completely straight. Her skin was a lot paler than Trinity's, almost like she had lost too much blood. She had pastel blue eyes that stuck out of her slim face with a hardened, angry look. She was like the exact opposite of Trinity.

Then I looked to the girl the older one was cornering against the dingy wall. She looked just about the same as she did now. Just so much younger, so much more scared. Her gorgeous hazel eyes still full of innocence and youth, a type of hope that was different than the kind I saw within her when she's around us, yet there was sadness in them. Her hair was still insanely curly like it is now, still just as black, just not as long as it had been, kind of like it is now, shoulder blade length. She didn't have any visible scars. She looked like… a kid.

Trinity had told us that she had lost her sisters when she was only eighteen. Even in the five years she spent alone before we met she had changed a lot from this sight. And especially up until now. The girl standing beside me looked so much older, much more confident and powerful. Yet there was always going to be that sadness and regret, anger and hurt within her. She had experienced too much pain in her life to get rid of those emotions. But also, like I said, somehow we'd given her hope again. Hope I don't think she

ever thought she'd have in her life.

Young Trinity started to push the older one, Avari, out of the way. Trin had barely mentioned her deceased sisters through all of the years we've known her. I knew their names and that she was involved with their deaths, but not how. But we never pushed her. Though depending on what is revealed tonight, I might see why she hasn't wanted to talk about them.

Avari grabbed her by the arm, "Trinity, you aren't listening to me!" she continued in the hushed tone, wanting to yell, but occasionally glancing around nervously afraid someone may hear. "You are a fool if you believe there is salvation for Persephone."

"If we can control it, then Seph can control it," Trinity stared into her older sister's eyes with determination.

"Stop calling her that," she growled between clenched teeth.

"Why? Because I'm showing emotion? Or because you don't want me to attach myself to her?" she glared. "She's not a pet, Avari. She's our sister. I vowed to protect her."

"To whom?" Avari asked patronizingly.

"Myself. She's my little sister, and if you don't think I wouldn't do anything for her, then I don't know how you can even consider yourself ours."

Avari's face didn't change. She reminded me of Cas, but with even less emotion, even less humanity.

Trinity scoffed, "Look at yourself, you're like a robot, if you don't think you've changed," another huff.

"Tinny? Avie?" a small child appeared behind Avari. She had intense red hair, it was curly like Trinity's, but cut short in a frizzy bob. She had pale skin like Avari and big, light green eyes, similar to Trin's and freckles covering her small face.

The two older girls turned around. Trinity crouched down and took the small girl's shoulders in her hands. "Hey, baby, I need you to go to your room and sleep. We have a big day tomorrow," she glanced back at Avari.

"Why are you fighting?" the girl who must have been Persephone asked young Trinity.

"We're not, we're just sorting things out," she gave her younger sister a comforting smile.

"Trinity, I'm not finished," Avari's stern voice sounded next to her sisters, not directly looking at them.

"For now, you are," Trinity glared up at her. "C'mon, chicka, let's get you in bed." They started walking away up a staircase. "I'll tell you a story of a dream I've been having… a dream of a blue eyed angel," she smiled down at her small sibling, leaving the eldest staring after them, anger stitched across her delicate features.

The apparitions disappeared and the Trinity beside me, the Trinity I knew, spoke up, hurt and rage hidden in her voice. "What are you doing?" I looked down at her and she was glaring at Lucifer across the room, her eyes filled with tears that she was trying her best to keep control of. Lucifer stood in front of Cas who was fighting to keep his eyes open, blood dripping from his lips and various other places.

"Isn't it obvious, my dear? Reminding you of why you're here, why you're mine."

Trinity started to talk back, but Lucifer held up a hand, "Sh," he warned, holding a finger to his lips with a devilish smile, "It's rude to talk during a movie. Let's fast-forward a few hours, shall we?"

The misty scene warped and spun and then settled again. Nothing had changed, but I heard distant shouting and then footsteps. The oldest and middle girl stood at the top of the stairway.

"Avari! Shut up! This isn't fair! You didn't give up on me when I started to lose control! Did you? Did you?!"

"Because we're the same! She… she is a monster!"

"You're the monster! She is our sister! She is all we have left!"

"We have each other!"

"Barely! My God, Avari! Do you not see yourself, hear yourself? Do you not realize that you're not even you anymore? You've changed so much that if I wasn't being held captive here and forced to be around you twenty four seven, I wouldn't recognize you!"

Avari's hand flew across Trinity's cheek. Trin looked back up at her sister with a betrayed look on her face.

"That's not true… that's not true," Avari's breath was picking up and she kept blinking, like she was trying to shake en emotion she just couldn't let go of.

Trinity got a worried look and took her sister's hand, "Look, let's all just go and see if we can find someone, find an angel, something, that can help us. I can't help but feel like my dreams mean something. We can do this, all of us, together," she gripped Avari's hand tightly.

But the older one's eyes hardened and shoved Trinity away with force. "You're wrong, you're a fool and you're wrong." She turned around, her back toward her sister and took a couple steps, but paused. "And if you won't go with me, you're not going with her. I know your powers are stronger than either of ours… You can't be alone or worse… With a demon."

In not even a whole second, an angel blade slid out of Avari's sleeve and she twirled around, forcing the dagger in front of her with might. But she clearly wasn't skilled with it, not as much as Trinity. She deflected it, twisting her hands around it and flipping it around so that she was in possession.

"Avari! Stop it! You're letting the angel blood flood your mind, like it had mine. Just, listen-"

"No!" Avari lunged again and tackled Trinity to the ground. She grabbed her wrist and banged it to the ground over and over again, trying to free it from the blade. One more hit against the hardwood, and the blade skittered across the floor. She flew up and over to it and as Trinity tried to stand back up, kicked her back down. Trinity tumbled down the steps and landed hard on the bottom.

She attempted to lift herself up off the ground with shaking arms, hair dangling in her face. Avari descended the staircase.

"You think you can just leave me? Take the little abomination with you and let her turn you on me? I know you'd come back to kill me, one day."

"Avie," Trinity coughed. Her older sister kicked her side and she flipped over, crumpling to the ground in fetal position.

"Don't call me that!"

"This isn't you, this isn't us. Remember… remember that summer, the one at the beach," she coughed, tears filling her eyes while she looked up at Avari.

She paused right before she was about to deliver another blow. Thoughts were crossing her mind, but whatever was changing her, the angelic blood, must have trumped her own conscious. She kicked Trinity again with wrath on her face and from the ground Trinity yelped in pain. Avari bent down and collected her younger sister's throat in her grip.

"Goodbye, sister," she pulled her arm back with the blade and aimed it at Trinity's heart. The younger version of the girl I knew looked beyond hurt. I had seen the same face on Sam's face and my own before. Right as Avari began to drive the point forward, another one went through her own chest from behind. She let out a gasp and looked down at the spreading blood and faint light growing brighter and brighter.

Something switched inside of her and it showed in her eyes, it's like she was reduced to an innocent child again. "Trinity?"

The blade was pulled out and Avari fell to the floor. Thunder and lightning cracked outside, yet when I looked out of the window, it was a clear night. In the flashes of light I saw two sets of wings, completely new to me.

I looked at the carmel colored one protruding from the dying Avari's back. She held onto Trinity's hand and whispered with her last breath, "I… I'm sorry…" and her eyes rolled back as a heavenly emission lit up the room for a few seconds. When the room became dark once more, there was one less set of wings in the room, but the trace of one was burnt into the wooden floor beside Trinity. The other set of wings, still full of feathers and life, spread out in anger from Trinity's back. But these were not the wings I was used to now. No, these wings weren't as large and didn't have as many variations of feathers. They didn't have the bat-wing-like parts with the barbs. They weren't even the blood-colored red with black accents. These wings attached to young Trinity were a mix of shiny, jet black like Cas's, caramel like her sister's were, and stark white, almost blinding. They were incredibly gorgeous and angelic, but so very different. It made me uneasy and uncomfortable seeing them associated with Trin. Who knew that I'd be the one saying her hybrid wings made me so much more comfortable and calm than these foreign ones from the past right before me.

A scream filled the room, but not from the ghost-like memories. My head turned to the side to see my Trin on her knees, sobbing. I had been so focused on the scene playing out, I hadn't heard her crying and yelling. Her mesmerizing wings that I had come to love and adore sunk behind her back in pain and agony. The feathers shuddered with her sobs.

"Memories… all alone in the moonlight…" Lucifer sang the tune from Broadway. I bent, kneeling down next to her and held her in my arms and she shook in anger and sorrow, staring at the ghosts of her past, mouth open with screams of malevolent emotions. She gripped to my arm around her with such force I thought she would rip the fabric. I imagined having to see my sibling dying again, a memory I had tried to forget, to witness right before my eyes, again, just the same as when it happened. I felt Sam crouch behind my girlfriend and put his hand on her back in a protective manner.
"Avari!" young Trinity screamed at the same time the one in my arms did, almost like she was now attached to the replay. "Why?!" they both yelled, "Why, couldn't you listen?!" Rage and sadness filled their voices.

"She was hurting you, Tinny," a small voice picked up.

Trinity looked up and saw her little sister holding a bloody angel blade.

"Seph," young Trinity held out a shaking hand with caution, "give that to me," she said quietly.

Persephone began to hand the blade to her older sister when the dark and endless eyes of a demon took over her green ones, standing out with in her red curls and freckles. Her small brows furrowed. "Tinny… I, I feel…"

"Your first kill…" Trinity mumbled wide-eyed.

"Pause!" Lucifer held his hands up. "Thought I'd explain before we get to the really good part."

Trinity was still sobbing in my arms, I held onto her tightly as Lucifer continued.

"I'm gonna do this quick… mommy and daddy made a crossroads deal with Asmodeus after I came to them urging them to, they asked for stronger, better children, so these three young, impressionable girls became part angel and part demon. Avari and Trinity were nephilim, and little Persephone, or what is it Trinity dear, Seph? Little Seph here was part demon. Then Trinity killed someone protecting her idol, her older sister Avari, and her angelic powers became stronger, started to take over. Her beloved sisters helped her through it. A little while after, graceful Avari did the same, but for Persephone. And as you saw, her powers got the best of her, and try as she did, Trinity just couldn't get through to her sister. So here we are. Little Seph just killed her first kill and as you can see the demonic blood flowing through her veins is showing," he squinted maniacally at us. "Let's see how this plays out… anyone wanna place bets?"

"Seph, look at me," Trinity pleaded as Persephone stepped forward slowly holding the blade out, her eyes solid black.

As Trinity stepped back receding from her sister, I saw a glistening metal in her back pocket. A dagger I recognized, a dagger that can kill demons.

I saw the pain in young Trinity's eyes, and the terror, I could only imagine the thoughts racing through her mind.

But Persephone dropped the angel blade. "Let's go, Tinny… let's go, it can be you and me."

"Seph, we, we have to, we have to do something about Avari," she had a hard time getting out her dead sister's name, giving her lifeless body a wary, horrified glance.

The little one took a few quick steps to meet Trinity and grabbed her shivering hand with both of her small ones, surprising Trinity. "You need to be stronger… for the both of us, now that Avari isn't here, you need to be stronger," she smiled up at her older sister, shaking her hand, completely disregarding Trinity's comment. Right now she looked as if Trinity was her entire world, her idol, her protector, her best friend. But the look on Trinity's face showed she just couldn't get passed the black eyes boring into her.

"Wha-what do you mean, Seph? I-I don't understand…"

"Don't you see, Tinny?" Persephone smiled up at her older sister. "Don't you see? Now it's just you and me… now you can be strong for both of us… now you can be better than either of us ever was…" the little one's eagerness was almost scary. The little-girl-voice just didn't match the emerging evilness in her tone.

"No," Trinity's young eyes grew wide and still had tears filling them. "I know what you're thinking, Persephone, no." She hadn't really used her full name yet. And Persephone didn't seem to like it coming from Trinity.

"She turned you against me… didn't she… didn't she!?" she baby-voice screeched.

"No! No, Seph, c'mon, just listen to me! We can't do this, I can't do this! You know I'm sticking with you, but this doesn't need to happen!"

"Yes!" she small face started to be drawn on by tears, "Yes it does! Your angelic powers aren't strong enough to protect us both!"

"No! Listen to me!" Trinity raised her voice truly, for the first time, shocking her sister. "This is too dangerous! We have no idea what it'd do to me!" Her voice said that like it was a thought but there were too many complications behind this plan. But her eyes said that she was completely and utterly terrified of her little sister.

Persephone just screamed like she was throwing a fit and ran at Trinity. She scooped her up in a frantic attempt to control her. Tears were streaming down both faces as Trinity struggled to wrangle her into the upstairs bedroom. They disappeared around around the corner, but the scene stayed the same, and we could hear two sorts of screaming from the darkness.

"And next up, the graaaannnnnd fianlllleeeeeee!" Lucifer used his best wrestling announcer's voice. Trinity's sobbing had somewhat ceased, but the tears still poured. She was staring at the dark threshold to the steps.

Young Trinity emerged from the shadows, wiping her tear stricken face with one hand, sniffling, and looking purely heart broken. As she descended the staircase, the moonlight from the window lit up the gash on her clavicle, blood seeping out and her other hand covered in it.

The high pitched screaming continued from upstairs and Trinity smacked her temples, trying to force the sound away, while crying, mumbling to herself. She stumbled over to the motionless and chilled body of Avari. She fell to her knees and just staring at her for a moment, tears welling even more, her bottom lip trembling like a miniature earthquake. Then all of a sudden, her face and arms fell to Avari's abdomen. Trinity sobbed into her dead sister's shirt and surrounded her face with her arms.

The Trinity beside me did the same, but on my shirt. I hugged her and scowled at Lucifer with everything I had. He was the one putting her through this, he was the ones making these memories come back to life. I didn't even care that Trinity had kept this hidden, I understood why.

The screaming upstairs stopped and Trinity slowly lifted her head, face covered in tears and smears of blood here and there. She glanced around nervously, her chest rising and falling with her increased heart rate.

Everything was quiet, silent even, you could barely hear both versions of Trinity breathing, but you could hear their heartbeats in synchronization.

A shrill scream pierced the air and everyone except Lucifer jumped. Young Trinity was tackled to the floor, atop her was a Persephone with blood covering her freckled skin. The dagger fell from Trinity's pocket and skidded across the hardwood floor. "You promised!" she screeched, jabbing at Trinity with a bloody angel blade. They both yelled and Trinity was trying to shove her off, but between her sister's new found strength as a demon and something within Trinity, holding her back from harming her little sister, it was much of a struggle.

The shiny blade found itself grazing Trinity's bicep making her let out a pained noise. Persephone stopped trying to stab her sister and as Trinity rolled over holding her wound, a light shining from it dimly. It occurred to me that Trinity was still very vulnerable at this point in her life. Whatever happened to make her how she is now, made her immortal to any death except Her blade. I thought about how this young version of her that I was watching was still only a nephilim, she only had angel blood mixing with her human blood, and this light trying to shine was the near death experience she just had, the angel inside of her peeking out.

Little Persephone stood above Trinity clutching her arm, the light trying to stream through her slim fingers. As Trinity cried and tried to catch her breath, Persephonee held the blade up to her wrist. She sliced it across her little wrist about the size of two of my fingers put together, blood pooled and spilled out, dripping to the floor. Everything this little girl was saying, doing, and acting made her seem so much older than she was, made her seem completely unlike the little girl we had seen not long ago.

Trinity got on her hands and knees, coughing, tears falling down, and glanced up to see the dagger only a couple feet away. She reached out for it, but Persephone straddled her back and yanked her hair back and then, holding the blade to her throat, raised her small arm up in front of Trinity's face.

Her hazel eyes widened in fear. Of her sister, of what may happen, of what had happened? Probably everything. "No, Seph, stop!" she yelled as best as she could. With everything going on right now I had forgotten of the probable broken ribs and every other injury she probably had from both fights from both of her sisters. As she pleaded she stretched her arm out for the dagger as Persephone pushed the blade to her older sister's throat harder, she forced her bleeding wrist against Trinity's already bloody lips. Her muffled scream merged with my Trin's piercing one. They squeezed their eyes shut and let out an incredible scream.

As she did so, Persephone yelled above it, "I'm sorry, Tinny, but now, you know you have to take a nap before this can finish!"

As the next thing happened I had just realized what she meant by that. Trinity had to die for the bloods to mix, and that's what Persephone was trying to do, that's how Trinity became the hybrid she is. I wanted to look away before it happened, but I couldn't, I didn't even have time to either.

Trinity's fingers reached out for the dagger in desperation and the scream she let out must have released some energy, energy that seemed to have just been discovered, just been activated. The knife flew into her palm and at the same time that she used all of her might to turn around to face her little sister and shove the serrated dagger into her little chest, Persephone's blade slipped across Trinity's neck.

I gasped in shock. Everything seemed to slow down. Even though I knew that this was a flashback, a mere memory, I was watching Trinity die. The two girls froze where they were for a moment. Trinity's hands around the dagger's hilt that was the only part still showing of the knife that was buried within the little girl, and they stared into each other's eyes as Trinity gasped and choked for breath as blood seeped down her smooth neck and a bright light started to shine.

The light filled the room and I had to hold my arm up to cover my eyes. Sam did the same beside me. From behind my arm, I looked down at the Trinity in my arms, she was staring straight at it, the brightness reflecting in her gorgeous, flooded eyes. Tears still made their way down her cheeks in rivers and her lips shook with her chin.

When the light went away, I looked up to see three dead girls. Avari and her burnt wings hadn't moved, Trinity was on her back, eyes staring up at the ceiling, and a pair of burnt wings beneath her as well, her bloody mouth open in shock and lacking breath. Lying on top of her chest was the small body of Persephone, her eyes open and green staring right at me, cheek squished against Trinity.

Then all of a sudden a loud gasp sounded and Trinity's eyes fluttered and her jaw moved to collect air. She took many deep breaths and as I watched her, the burnt pattern of wings underneath her changed and shifted. They morphed and grew, ashes swirled in the air as the burnt wood transformed into a completely new design. As Trinity somewhat recuperated herself, the wood, ashes, and char settled. Now behind her, only for a moment, I saw the wings I had first started seeing before the barn, not the same as the ones she has now that give off their own new pulsing power, but the ones before that. But just as quickly as they appeared, the charred wood made a puff noise and ashed flew into the air, leaving no trace of a murdered angel.

Trinity tried to sit up and saw the small, lifeless body of Persephone. Without a word, her eyes welled up with new tears and she collected her little sister's corpse in her arms and rocked back and forth, sobbing into her tight, red curls. Her little arms swung in the air like limp branches in the wind. Young Trinity's sobs were loud and so were the woman's in my arms.

She looked over and saw Avari and it seemed that everything had left her but was now returning. She scooched herself over to her, pulling Persephone with her as best as she could, and laid both of their heads of her lap. She held their faces in her bloody palms and bent over crying until her shoulders shook. Her agonized screams echoed in the room and clashed with now-Trin's. Her head flew back and she yelled at no one, with mainly incomprehensible words and sounds. Then something flashed across her eyes and she lifted her fingertips to her mouth to feel the blood that was staining them, then the travelled down to her ruby colored throat. But the wound itself had vanished, but the blood remained. She held out her hands and her eyes scoured over them taking in the strange sight. Bright multicolored light was coursing through her veins and I could see it through her skin. Her hands trembled as she turned them over and over, studying them in terror. Then she gasped and bent her head down. When she slowly lifted it again, she was having a hard time breathing and her eyelids opened slowly. And there was the first time her eyes had ever Changed. I expected her wings to pop out and spread through the room, but nothing happened, and it seemed like she didn't know she had wings before, let alone now.

She blinked a few times and the Change seemed to hurt like a bitch. Her eyes tried to squeeze shut and kept flying back open as she screeched in pain. Her fingers clenched in odd angles and her back arched backwards and then forwards, bones would crack, and her skin would shiver over and over. Wind picked up even though we were indoors and the thunder and lightning seemed to match her screams.

Finally everything shut off like a light switch. Her torso fell forward over her lap and she heaved with the efforts of breathing. She didn't raise her head again, but I could tell she was looking at her sister's faces. She started to let out body racking sobs once more, and the sounds of the thunderstorm that had occurred years ago was in the background.

I was about to interrupt and somehow force Lucifer to stop, but then a bright camera flash lit up the room. Trinity looked up and it flashed again capturing her face of anger, sadness, rage, and terror. A soothing voice came from a dark corner across the room adjacent to the three girls where the flash originated. The more it spoke, the more I came to realize who it was. I had almost forgotten that he had a bigger part in this then what we knew when we fought him.

"Hello Trinity Scarborough. Long time, no see," his suave voice slithered through the air with an undertone of evil. "I knew you'd be the one, you were stronger from the start… and now…" he emerged from the shadows slowly, walking toward the broken Trinity. "Remember me? Remember Asmodeus?"

He looked different from when I had met him. Instead of a high-fashion, tailored, red suit, he wore a shiny black one with a maroon tie, shoes, and poppy in his lapel. His hair was still slicked back, but it wasn't as long. He had a trimmed beard and he was a little chubbier. The most striking difference, he still had both eyes, both demonic, opposite-of-a-crossroad's eyes. He watched Trinity with hungry eyes as he neared her.

"I can't wait to show you to my boss," he took her chin in his hand as she glared at him. "You turned out better than we thought." His deep, reverberating laugh was the last thing we heard before everything went dark with black fog and they disappeared.

As the air cleared, it was just me, Trinity, Sam, Lucifer, and Cas again.

"Well, I certainly enjoyed viewing that, didn't you? Very enlightening."

"You son of a bitch," Sam stepped forward.

"Ah ah ah," Lucifer held up a hand and Sam couldn't go any farther. "I'm not finished."

Trinity was still gripping onto my arm, but her eyes were dead-focussed on the devil. If there weren't tear stains on her face and our clothes, no one would've known she had been crying. Her face was stone cold and furious, filled with wrath.

"You know, now that you mention it," Lucifer crossed his arms and wagged his finger. He glanced sideways up at us with a smirk. He raised a hand and flicked a finger. Sam flew sideways and hit the wall. Lucifer then looked at me and did the same. I crashed against the wall next to my brother and we both tried to get up, but a cage materialized around us.

"How does it feel boys? Hm? Being thrown in a cage?" he glared at us.

I looked back over to Trinity who had partially fallen when I was torn away from her. Her palms were parallel to the floor and her eyes were now shocked. But she quickly composed herself and stood, realizing along with me and Sam that Lucifer had something even bigger planned.

As she slowly stood, her huge wings spread out behind her, casting a shadow on the dusty ground, her head was tipped slightly down and she was glaring at the devil.

It was a menacing sight.

Even Lucifer dropped his cocky-crossed-arms stance a bit. "Look, I just wanna talk a bit, without interruption," he glanced quickly at us.

Trinity didn't reply.

"Okay then," he clapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Now, do you see why you're here, why you're so powerful, why you belong to me?"

"That's where you're wrong. I never belonged to you, I belong to these three men, I'm sure that's no surprise to you though," Trinity had dug deep to say that with such confidence.

But it was true,

And we belonged to her.

Trinity

"Well, I guess I kind of have to agree with some of that. I mean, you are a third of what you are because of dear Castiel here." Lucifer started toward Cas who barely looked alive. I needed to get him out of here and quick.

I felt my entire stance become protective and alert. I was trying to push the events that had just happened out of my mind again. I couldn't be thinking about them. I knew this whole thing here was a big plan Lucifer had, and so far it was being dealt just as he wanted it to. It was playing right into his hands.

Lucifer pulled a knife out of his belt and as I stepped forward to stop him from ending Cas' life, he swung it out and collided. But not with Cas himself. The bonds holding Cas off the ground were severed and I let out the breath I had been holding in. But there was no time to be relieved.

Cas fell to the hard ground that was covered in his blood and I winced. He was on his knees and Lucifer held him up by the shoulders. My best friend had wounds all over and his white shirt had been torn open and soaked with blood. He was trying to keep his eyes open and stared at Lucifer with hatred.

I took a few steps closer and Lucifer bent down on his knees to match Cas, but he was a bit taller. "You take one more step, Trinity, and I won't even blink to drive a blade into his heart," he said without even looking at me. I froze where I was.

Cas started to try and stir and protest, but Lucifer continued, "Sh sh sh, little brother, shhh," as he 'comforted' Cas, he brought one hand up to cover his blue eyes and the other circled around to his back. Then quickly his fingers gripped where Cas' wings protruded from his back and squeezed tightly making his knuckles white. Cas yelled out in agony and without thinking I took two steps. Lucifer pulled out an angel blade and poised it above Cas' heart as he moved his shoulders in pain. "What did I say?" he asked tauntingly. "Stay. Put."

"Trin…" Dean asked or warned, I wasn't sure.

I gave him and Sam a quick glance, but then focussed back on Cas. He was writhing in pain and Lucifer wasn't letting up.

"Shhh… Shhh…" he kept speaking, but directed at me even though he continued to look at Cas' face, shushing him, "You see Trinity, you say you belong to them and" he scoffed, "I can only assume, they belong to you, shhh," he hushed Cas, and every time he said the word belong, he said it with a condescending tone. "So because of that, if they're out of the way, you are… let's say, open. If they're out of the way, they can't ruin my plan… again," his voice was full of resentment. "Shhh, it's okay, little brother, it'll be over soon." His grip tightened around Cas' wings and he cried out in strief. "Shhhh." A blood-curdling noise of bones being torn, not broken, but slowly snapped and frayed, filled the air.

"Lucifer! Let him go!" I shouted along with protests from the boys.

He froze and a smirk picked up the side of his mouth. He chuckled, "I wasn't finished. I'll let Castiel go if… if, you agree to follow me. He can go on his merry way and once the world is ours, he can retreat back to heaven or wherever he wants to spend the rest of his life."

"What about-"

"The Winchesters?" he sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, "Winchesters, Winchesters, Winchesters… why can I never get through a conversation without the Winchesters being brought up?" he sighed again, "Fine, but if they even try to stop us, things will not go their way," he dropped his voice.

"I can't destroy the world!"

"Yes you can!" he finally looked at me, "You know what you're capable of! We all do!" I saw his fingers twist harder around the base of Cas' wings. I had to act fast. "If you don't agree, I will tear his wings out, fragment by fragment, and then when he's watched everyone he loves die, everyone he's ever cared about, I will end his miserable life."

Dean and Sam's eyes met mine.

"One… two… th-"

"Fine!" I stopped his countdown right as blood started to trickle from Cas' shoulder blades and he bellowed in suffering.

Lucifer stopped and glanced over at me. "Are you sure?"

"Tri… Trini… ty…" Cas tried.

Completely ignoring him, Lucifer stared into my eyes.

"Yes," I said confidently even though on the inside I was terrified, for everything, everyone. But I couldn't let him do this to me again. Not to my boys.

Sam and Dean were speechless, and that was okay, I didn't want them in this anymore than they had to be.

Lucifer looked back down at Cas and moved his hand away from his eyes. His head lolled to the side and his eyes slowly blinked at me, "N… no." Lucifer took him by the neck and tossed him forward, he hit the wall and folded over, falling on his side. I could only see his back, his trenchcoat still wadded on the other side of the room, his white shirt soaked in blood, his hair a mess and sticky with the red substance. The only sign of life was his side moving ever so slightly. This whole house must have some sort of ruling over his angelic powers.

The devil slowly stood and sauntered over to me, "You're serious aren't you?" he sounded surprised.

"Of course."

"I should have assumed… all of you… you all have your… humanity," he made a sound of disgusted boredom, "You all would die for each other. Even if it means the destruction of the world as you know it?"

I just matched his ice blue gaze. I had a plan. I wasn't giving it away.

He started to speak again, but I flipped the angel blade out from under my shirt. I thought he would anticipate it, I was prepared for him to react like that. But I had actually shocked him. He barely got his hand up to block me in time. We struggled and pushed back and forth on each other. Anger filled his eyes. He yelled and I flew backward and crashed into a cloth and dust covered side table, breaking it as I landed.

"Trinity!" the boys shouted in unision.

"Should've known. Too noble… too righteous for your own good," he strode over as I lifted myself up. I twisted and thrust my hands forward using my powers to throw Lucifer away from me. He was thrown against the wall parallel to me, got got right back up and laughed, "I underestimated you."

He started to come back at me, I could even feel his own power making the room buzz, but I stood my ground and watched my boys out of the corner of my eye. I held out my palms and opened my fingers wide, feeling the skin grow hot and tingly. Lucifer froze and looked worried. He started to slowly fall to his knees.

"Wh-what-?" he began, but blood sputtered out from his mouth. I pulled each one of my fingers into a fist at a time. Lucifer's skin started to rise and bubble and his eyes began to bleed, his nose, his mouth, his ears. As both of my hands made their fists, I quickly threw they together in a clap. Thunder boomed and a bright arch of black lightning shot out from my hands and struck Lucifer.

The next thing I knew, my arms were up covering my face and bits and pieces of Nick the Vessel were here and there and his blood dripped from my forearms.

"Did… did you just explode the devil?" Sam spoke up.

"Um… I think… I think so," it was almost a question.

I flicked the gore from my arms as best as I could and ran over the the cage. I held onto the bars. "I have to go check on Cas first, okay?"

"Of course," Dean put his fingers atop of mine before I sprinted over to the broken form of Cas.

I gripped his shoulder to roll him over and he coughed up blood. "Hey, Cas, hey, look at me," he obeyed, "I'm gonna get you out of here. You're gonna be alright."

"Trinity…"

"Sh, let me do this," I touched three fingers to his forehead and his wounds didn't do anything at first, but slowly started to heal. I grinned, "See," my other hand came up to touch his stubbly cheek, "Everything's going to fine."

"Trin!" Dean yelled from behind me. I then felt a pain unlike anything I'd ever experience. It was different than the bond being broken, so I couldn't compare the two. But my nerves didn't know what to feel, was it white hot or so cold it was like frostbite? I didn't even realize I was screaming until I heard the Winchester's shouting as well. I felt my warm blood drip down my feathers. I could hear the drops hit the hard floor like a pin in a silent room.

I felt two blades being pulled out from my wings like a entomologist removing a specimen from a frame, taking out the needles keeping them in place from behind the glass. As my own scream made my throat sore, I looked into Cas's big, wide blue eyes. They were so full of terror and worry, I knew what I had to do. I knew he wasn't strong enough here to get himself out.

As if in all slow motion, the blades were almost out, Cas blinked once, my screams seemed to go on forever, and yet, I was having an entire thought process in less than a few second, like I was some sort of Sherlock Holmes. With as much might as I needed, I sent a message to Cas's mind.

He received it for the first time tonight.

He shook his head in protest, still in slow-mo, but I reached out my hand for his chest. It was strange watching your body move so slow when your mind was moving a million miles an hour. As his hand tried to come up to intercept mine, my palm spread flat against his open chest. I closed my eyes for what seemed like years, but I knew was only like a second, and pictured an angel banishing sigil. The last time I had done this was when Raziel attacked and I hadn't even known about this power. But I did now and could do it without really thinking. I knew it wasn't pleasant for the angel that was being banished, but it was the only way I knew Cas would be out of here and safe. It was the only thing I could do as the two blades exited my burning wings.

Cas shouted and met my eyes one last time before the bright white light surrounded us and he disappeared leaving my hand cold without his skin against it. His eyes told me he understood, but to keep fighting and see him again.

I hoped I could fulfill that wish.

Sam

Two blades came out of Trinity's wings as red as her feathers. My eyes twitched with her piercing screams.

It all happened so fast, I don't know how she planned it all in such a quick time. She sent Cas away with a power she had told us she possessed, being able to picture a sigil and use it with her mind. I knew it was best that Cas was away from here, but it made me nervous for some reason, even though he wasn't strong enough to protect himself, let alone us.

"Trin!" Dean yelled beside me, clutching the rusty bars of the cage that enclosed us.

Lucifer, as good as knew, stood behind Trinity and her extended wings. I could see the pain filling them, every muscle in their strong wingspan tensed, the feathers flinching. She flapped them and shot up in the air.

I had been getting used to seeing wings, but actually seeing them fly wasn't even something I had heard of. I just thought that they were used on the thing Trinity called the Angel Highway, to get from here to there in no time flat. But it never occurred to me that they could actually fly. But I supposed it made sense and then I felt really stupid for not ever thinking about it.

Her wings were so big and strong that the air around us swirled. She flew up into the rafters of the vaulted ceiling. I was positive this used to be a gorgeous house before everything happened and it was abandoned. As she flew I could feel her rage and power filling the room, something I had only experienced very few times in my life. But something was off, her wings were getting slower, their beats more labored. The stab wounds were affecting them tremendously.

What happened next, was hard for me to believe I was actually witnessing. Lucifer looked up and snarled. A sound of bone cracking, reminded me of an old machine coming to life, echoed through the room. Huge wings sprung from Lucifer's back and extended and stretched as if they had been kept in a small box for far too long.

They were gorgeous. They were absolutely golden, not like the metal, but like a heavenly light, how the sun looks when looking through water. They shimmered and shone, the feathers ruffled, whether they were too stretching or it was a sign of defense, like some birds do. The shadow they cast was the blackest I'd ever seen, it was like staring into a black hole that if you'd touch, you'd fall in and never return. But gazing at the shining wings, I noticed, Trinity's were larger, even by a small amount.

He pumped them once and he shot up in the air after Trinity. I was praying she knew what she was doing.

_Author's Song Note_

"Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin

The black, Stygian katana sword materialized in her hand and an angel blade in the other. They began to battle and my brother and I could just sit in awe and watch with wide eyes. Just like in the strange memory that was shown to us, even though there was no storm outside, thunder and lightning cracked in the space above us. But actual lightning, not just the light and sound, but we could actually see the electricity pass through the dark air.

Swords clanged, a yell would sound here and there, thunder would boom, sounds of power being used would fill the room.

"You thought that's all it took to get rid of me?" Lucifer shouted at Trinity over the commotion.

"Sammy," Dean murmured beside me, just loud enough that I could barely hear him, I looked over at him, "She's, she's slowing down," his voice was full of fright and worry. I looked up again and saw he was right. Her wings were becoming even slower and blood dripped and fell at least twenty feet to the floor. And it looked like where the swords had been, hole had been burnt in her wings. Her power's buzzing was becoming fainter and more strained. Even her face looked pained and tired.

I don't know if it was the connection I had with her, being Dean's brother and sharing blood, but I could hear her heartbeat. Or it simply could have just been the great power and presence that made it so loud right now. But it was definitely hers.

Then right before my eyes, a sight I never wanted to see happened. my shouts merged with Dean's.

Mid-air, Lucifer jabbed with one of his blades, that just happened to be an angelic one. With her failing energy because of her wing's wounds, she was too slow in that moment. The silver blade struck her lower abdomen and it popped out through the back of her shirt.

Her gasp was loud and painful to listen to and followed by an agonized scream. I knew that wouldn't kill her, but the sight itself sent shivers down my spine. I didn't want to watch, but my protectiveness was taking over and I couldn't take my eyes off of my little sister.

Trinity

Lucifer slammed my up against the wall adjacent to the boys' cage and pulled the angel blade out of my stomach. My scream cut through the dusty air.

I was in so much pain. It honestly didn't look good. But if I were to keep one promise in my life, it would be to always keep fighting. Whether it be for Cas, or Sam, or my Dean. I knew I wasn't alone in this, even though it looked like it, but I knew there was more to my story than getting this far and just giving up.

Lucifer pinned me to the wall with my own wings, opening new wounds with his two swords, he stuck them through and now I really felt like a specimen for research. I knew I was screaming, but my mind was working to quickly to even process the fact that my vocal chords were working out like a bodybuilder.

I heard Sam and Dean yell my name in usual unison, but they seemed so far away. Lucifer's face became extremely close, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "You. Can't. Win."

I opened my eyes and saw my family pressed up against the cage bars, eyes glossy with hesitant tears, but brows furrowed in determination.

I looked to Sam, he mouth, Always keep fighting.

I moved my eyes over to Dean and he solidified my thought, You are not alone, Trin.

I knew I had to kill Lucifer and get out of this. I knew, at least for the sake of my boys, I wasn't going to die like a fly on the wall.

But his voice interrupted my thoughts.

"You see boys, there's still more to this… I know she's told you about her visions, about her powers, but I do know that there's one vision she did not tell you about. I came to her a few years ago in a dream when you guys still hunkered down in that apartment of hers. I showed her what would happen eventually, what would have happened if I didn't have to kill her, which we'll be getting to," he turned and grinned at me, then faced the boys again. "She never told you because she saw you dead. She was that she killed you and burnt the world like I ordered her to." He glanced at me, "She was going to be the perfect soldier," then at Dean, "Sound familiar?"

"Stop," I growled.

"What harm will it do? I just like telling stories!" Lucifer spread his arms wide and flapped his wings slowly to ease himself back in my direction. Talking to the boys, but looking into my eyes with malicious joy, "I'm assuming you two know of her… marking?"

Dean tensed his Marked hand.

"Not that one. The one on her back, the one that matches her wonderful wings?"

They had both seen them now. Dean had seem them years ago, but thought they were just tattoos. But they both did know.

I guess Lucifer knew he was right with his assumption, because he continued. "Yeah, I gave them to her. As a reminder of what she is. Before you guys made her feel so warm and fuzzy, she considered herself a monster. Oh wait, you know that, you had seen it in that barn. And yet you left her still. You humans feeling all high and mighty over anything that's not human," he scoffed.

"Shut up," I hissed.

"Ooo, hit a nerve did I? Maybe… if I hit a few more…" too fast to even see what had happened, Lucifer's hand attached itself to my neck and lower jaw on the side that the boys could see. My skin started to feel hot and then began to feel like I was getting a brand. It was hard to scream, but somehow I managed.

Dean

Lucifer took his hand away from Trinity, leaving a mark that looked so familiar to me. It looked almost identical to the one Cas left on my arm when I pulled me out of Hell. Tears streamed down her face and Lucifer smiled.

"Just one more thing to show you that you're mine no matter who you," he threw up air quotes, "belong to," sarcasm filled his voice.

Her skin still bubbling from the burn from the devil himself, he hushed her, "Sh, you're okay. It'll all be over soon."

But in true Trinity fashion, her head flew forward and collided with Lucifer's. He stumbled back and shook his face. He glared down at her and his hand flew across her cheek.

She opened her eyes at me as Lucifer continued. He was so self-conceited.

"Trinity, dear, did you ever wonder why that certain blade came to you? Hm?Yes, yes, I know you know it was so Allocen could keep track of you, but I think you know the backstory on its origin."

I remembered the night of the Christmas party and Cas telling us about the Greek Stygian sword that was one of the weapons of Heaven's arsenal.

"I suppose I'm a sucker for symbolism." I thought about how the Stygian metal was from the River Styx and how that was connected to the Greek Underworld and how it was one of the things that was held in the balance of life and death.

In understood what Lucifer was talking about.

"Now you're dagger is another story, isn't it. You don't know much about it, do you? I made it just for you, don't you feel special? Now boys, when I stab your girly hee with it, she's going to effected from all sides of her bloodlines." He pulled out the dagger I had seen back at Bobby's earlier that night, it's blade splitting in two like a snake's tongue, wavy edges serrated like a knife. One half, glinting silver like an angel blade with a vein of holy water, the other the dark metal of a demon knife with another vein of holy oil, but running through the middle was a line of what looked like salt. It seemed like everything that could hurt her was jam-packed into one weapon. It was menacing.

"First the demon part of her will writhe in pain as the effect of this side," he pointed to the one tip. "Second, the angel blade will take effect and burn away her angelic blood. Then your precious humanity will finally die." He held up his hands, "But that's all I know, I guess you could call this an experiment." He looked at her once more before turning back to me and Sam. "But you will be alone, because you are alone. In all of this, you may not have realized it, but you are completely alone in this universe." He started walking to us again.

The devil was only feet away from the prison I was sharing with Sam. And over his shoulder I could see Trinity working up the courage to free herself from the wall.

"You know, I was trying to decide what the best way to get rid of you pests would be, but I think I've figured it out. I'm gonna kill you," he pointed at Sammy, "in front of them," he motioned to me and Trin. "And then," he bent down to be eye level with me, "I'm going to kill her," he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. But I looked where he pointed and saw Trinity hold her breath, closer her eyes, and yanked the blades out quietly.

I couldn't believe her strength sometimes, she opened her mouth like she was screaming, but nothing came out. She looked up at the ceiling and tears ran down her cheeks.

I looked back at Lucifer so he didn't look where I was watching. Sam had done the same.

"You've caused me a lot of trouble Dean Winchester," he stood and turned about to say something else, but saw that we were the only ones in the room. His mouth opened about to ask a frustrated question, but stopped.

Sometimes the senses of angels and demons astounded me. I had seen Trinity do what Lucifer did, but it still amazed me each time. I hated it.

I had seen Trinity appear out of thin air behind Lucifer, angel blade in hand, about to end the devil. But I had not seen him pull Trinity's dagger out again and I had not seen his eyes shift as the air shifted around him, letting him know she was there.

Before anything could be done, he twisted around and as she went to bring the blade down on him, he shoved hers up between her ribs. His hand came up at the same time to clutch her curls.

Everything left me. The air, the sound, the feeling. Everything.

I had been hearing her heartbeat like a drum inside my head. That drum sounded like a hole had been punched through it.

She staggered and her chest jumped every now and again, her eyes blinked viciously, her bottom lip hung open. Her gasps for air were like cries for help that were too far away for me to save. The angel blade she was holding fell to the floor with a long, drawn-out clatter. Everything seemed to have slowed down.

"NO!" my voice sounded foreign and distant and grew louder the longer I held out the word. Sam joined me.

Trinity looked down at the blood seeping from her shirt, then back up at Lucifer with pained eyes. He slowly and carefully let her slide down the wall, leaving a trail of blood, holding her head and shushing her the whole way down. He let go of the hilt, leaving it sticking out of her. "I'm sorry."

I was so confused about how he felt about her. I think he loved the idea of her, but hated her humanity.

But none of that mattered to me now.

"Trin!" I roared.

She was struggling to breathe and turned her head to look me in the eyes. Her hand came up slowly to the wound, as if instinctively trying to hold in the blood. I could feel her pain, I could feel the utter anguish filling every fiber of her body. It was killing me.

Her hazel irises locked mine, I couldn't breathe,I couldn't move, but the look she was giving me, fueled something inside of me.

That was when she winked. And right then, I knew, this wasn't over.

_Author's Song Note_

"Not Gonna Die" by Skillet

Trinity

A thousand needles poked me on every square inch of my body. A fire was set alight inside my lungs. My insides were being pulled and twisted like taffy. My muscles kept jumping and my skin crawling. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a large hand. Tears trickled down my face in paths known to them. My senses faded and I was blanketed in pitch black nothingness.

But there was Dean. My Dean, the bright star in the darkness. His green eyes lighting my trail, his heart, the sound to follow in the hollow emptiness. I forced my eyes to open and there he was. Staring at me as if he thought if he'd look away, I'd disappear forever.

And Sam, my big brother, the big arms to cradle me when he's the only one I could talk to. Tears welled in his diamond eyes making them glisten like a hundred moons on the surface of a lake, or like a puddle of oil on a hot summer day. Sam's knuckles turned white holding onto the cage bars.

Another twist in my core, I gasped loudly, trying to breath, trying to hold on, trying to still save the world, save my boys.

I hoped Dean understood our silent conversation. I know he was hurting, not just for me, but physically, our bond was so strong, he was starting to feel the effects, I could tell. Slowly but surely our wounds would begin to match.

The angel blade. It was just out of his reach. He had to understand he had to.

Dean

Trinity was trying to tell me something, something she couldn't vocalize. But what? And then it hit me.

The angel blade. Just far enough out of my reach. She was willing me to understand, willing me to do something. I racked my mind trying to think of what I could possibly do to help.

And then I remembered something Cas had told us a while back. We could feed off of each other if we needed to, our energy, power, will, anything to help one another.

I looked back up into her eyes, she gave a such a slight nod I almost thought it wasn't one.

But I understood. I had to. I had to save her. She had been trying to save us for far too long.

Trinity

He knew now. All that needed to work now was timing. The plan had to be set into motion.

"Wait," I coughed at Lucifer.

He turned back to me, but didn't move.

"I, I…" it hurt, "I'm sorry," I flipped my eyes. I was trying to deceive him, trying to make him think that I truly was sorry, that in my last moments, I saw myself for what I truly was, for who I truly belonged to.

He bought it.

He stepped closer and I tried to speak. But I couldn't, he stooped down to meet me so he could hear me.

With all the will I had left, I spoke to Dean in my head telling him Now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him hold his hand out of the cage, reaching for the blade, and the weapon moved a little at first, but finally after I could see veins in his arm, it flew into his hand and he tossed it perfectly to me.

Just like we always had, in sync.

I caught it and with all the energy I could muster, jammed it straight up into Lucifer's chest. He gasped and his eyes looked down at me in complete shock and disbelief. I pulled him down so I could talk into his ear. I felt my own lips snarl as I spoke.

"I am not alone you, son of a bitch," I twisted the blade and he gasped in my ear in pain and the brightest angelic emission I'd ever seen lit up the room like a firework had gone off within the walls.

The boys covered their eyes, but I watched as Lucifer's screamed and his lifeforce left him. If I wasn't who I was, I would have probably been fried.

I shoved the glowing body of Nick aside as his emission continued for just a little longer. I had just used everything I had. I slumped against the wall and prayed to I don't know who, but I prayed to at least see those emerald eyes one more time.

Dean

The heat from Lucifer's death was almost too much to bear. Sam and I squeezed our eyes shut as tightly as possible and covered our faces with our arms. As the light stopped and the room was dark once again, we opened our eyes to see the cage was gone and Nick the Vessel was crumpled on the hardwood floor, a giant set of charred wings burnt into the floor beneath him.

Then I saw her, I didn't think she was still alive. Her back against the bloody wall, the dagger still deep within her, clothes blood-sodden, cheeks tear-stained, head resting against the wall, and one arm lying on the ground, the other crossed over her bloody stomach. Her wings were fallen to the side, looking completely broken and melancholy, the burnt holes in them from Lucifer's swords, blood dripping down the colorful feathers.

"Trin," I barely got out as I rushed to her, Sam following directly behind me. I kneeled down clumsily, sliding a little, and scooped her heavy body up in my arms. Her head rested in the crook of my elbow, her body lay across my lap, and I held her freezing hand in one of mine. I thought she was gone.

But her long lashed flicked open and a small smile appeared on her full, bloody lips. "Dean," she coughed and the smile disappeared, and blood trickled down the side of her mouth as her eyes clenched closed.

"Sh, hey, I'm here, I'm here, Trin, listen. Look at me." She obeyed and tried her best to keep her eyes trained on my face. "You're going to be just fi-," I lifted up her shirt to reveal bright red veins climbing across her skin like a foreign infection. My words stopped as I scanned the invasion as well as all the blood that she was losing. I knew that regular blood loss couldn't kill her, but I also knew that this was initiated with Her dagger. Not only did my words stop, my thoughts halted and I just stared, tears I didn't know had appeared were running down my face and dripping into her blood.

What brought me back was her small, cold hand brushing my jaw and turning my head to look at her.

"I- I-," she tried so hard to speak, "I lo-"

"No, don't you say that like you're leaving me. You're not leaving me," I hadn't realized how hard the salty tears were falling down. Sam, Sammy, call Cas, call him, tell him to hurry, tell him-" I was babbling when Cas's voice sounded behind me.

"I'm here, Dean," he knelt down beside Sam. I hadn't even looked at Sammy yet, I wish I hadn't. His eyes filled with glossy tears that were making their way down his face as well. His chin trembled and his lip quivered, he was breathing shallowly. I was just watching Trinity's face, but I couldn't read his expression, I don't think I wanted to.

Cas' head titled to the side and the face I had seen when he told us she had died after our bond was broken appeared again. He was trying to hold it together, for Trin's sake, for my sake, for Sam's, I don't know, but it was hard to look at. His bright blue eyes shining with a million tears and thoughts he couldn't express in words.

"C-Cas," she gripped his hand.

He swallowed hard and looked up at me, "Dean, I- there's nothing I can do, I-" and then he broke, his eyes closed and his shoulders shook, knowing he, an angel of the Lord, couldn't heal one of the most important things he's ever cared for, filled him with grief. And it showed.

Trinity reach out and gripped Sam's hand so that the three of their hands were all together.

But then a physical pain like I'd never felt before tried to shut off my lungs. My heart skipped a beat and I looked down through blurry vision to see blood blooming across my shirt, in the same spot that Trinity's dagger was resting in her.

"Dean, you," she swallowed, "you have to, to let me-"

I cut her off, "No, I know what that means, no," I gasped for air and closed my eyes. When I opened them back up, I saw her staring at me, the endless colors of her hazel eyes watching me carefully, speaking to my soul, urging me to listen to her. "But, Trin,"

"Please," she pleaded, her eyebrows fell in a begging motion. Her slim finger same up to touch where the wound had appeared on me. I held it against me, her skin chilling mine, as I looked down at her, feeling my own lips tremble and my eyes search every part of her beautiful face, not wanting to ever look away, afraid that if I did, she wouldn't be looking at me anymore.

She closed her eyes gently, and pressed against my chest, a light, hazy but bright, multicolored like a plasma cloud, thumped out of both of our wounds, in the same beat as our hearts. The sound of it echoed through the room, and the light grew larger with each slow pump. Trinity was doing what I never wanted her to have to do, what Cas warned her about years ago, she was healing me with everything she had left, because, between our bond, if she died, I died right along with her.

We were not sure if this was true, it had never happened before, not to anyone, but now we were certain, and I knew as soon as the bloomed showed up on me in the same spot as Trin, that everyone in the room was sure about it now.

Life began to fill me again, the light from my chest began to pump brighter and stronger. But the one from Trinity was slowing and becoming more and more dull.

Her hand fell from my chest and towards the floor, I caught it before it hit and it was as cold as ice. The lights disappeared in a puff of air, as if some omniscient being had taken its last breath.

I quickly looked down at the broken Trinity in my arms, in spite of everything, she was smiling at me. A real smile, toothy, full lipped, and happy. She spoke softly, "I just wanted a chance to say goodbye." Even though she was smiling, tears streamed down the sides of her face as she looked up at me, a billion words, memories, wishes, buried within her eyes.

But I didn't just want a chance, I wanted more, "No, I don't just want a chance, Trin, I want you, all of you, from now until I die, I can't lose you, I can't see you go. I want to see you running through grass at sunset, I want to go to the beach, see you fall in the water, I want to walk into the kitchen to see you and Bobby bickering, I want to come home after a long hunt and see you and Sammy sleeping on the couch, I want more, I… I want to have a family."

"You… You have a family… I'm never going to leave you, Dean… I-" her voice and smile was intercepted by her body bending and her screaming. An orange light started to run through her muscles, veins, her bones and nerves. This was what Lucifer was talking about.

The demon blood was just now dying.

Long, agonizing minutes went by while I was clutching Trinity in my arms, Sam and Cas gripping her hand, her own holding fast to my shirt, her knuckles turning white, her screams ricocheting off the walls. I sobbed into her hair as we rocked and I attempted to give her strength, though I knew it was pointless deep down.

I didn't dare look at the two men across from me.

Cas

After the orange light ceased and her screams paused, she took many shallow breaths. Just when it seemed to be over, and she was calm, looking up at Dean, a bright light sharted to shine from her ribs. It grew and grew, filling the entire room, her screams filling our heads once more. But it was more than the white light of an angel, this one was freckled with red veins and it shone.

The emission shut off like a light switch.

She slumped against Dean's body. He took her other hands and shook her limp body, calling her name, asking her to stay with him, to not leave him. Her fingers tightened ever so slightly around his. He looked at their joined hands and then back to her face. "Please, Trin, please…"

"Dean, it's… it's almo-almost…"

"Trinity," Sam whimpered and squeezed our hands harder, "Don't go." The statement was almost a question.

Her head wobbled to the side to look at Sam. "I'm sorry, Sammy," she said with such sincerity it hurt. She had never called him 'Sammy' before. She once told me that she didn't feel right saying it, that she thought that only Dean could call him that.

So either they told her she could, or she felt close enough now, that she could. But the act just made Sam bend his head down and sob to the floor, squeezing her hand till his knuckles were white and he was shaking.

"Cas?" she got out, "where, where are you?" Her senses were fading and fast.

I pulled myself forward, afraid to look into her eyes, knowing that this was the last time I would, afraid to see all of the unspoken words, all of the memories locked away, afraid to see the life leave them.

As I looked down at her, I saw, for the first time, what her actual eyes looked like, the hazel color. Similar to Sam's, they were like a painter's wheel, full of different colors and shades, not wanting to choose just one. Although their beauty mesmerized me, I knew that meant that we were at the last stage of her death.

The human.

Sam

It was the most peaceful she'd been all night. She laid there in my brother's arms, rubbing slow, calm circles on the back of his hand. Blood seeped from her wound and now that the two parts of her that made her immortal to human wounds were gone, she was dying like any human would. Her massive wings hadn't moved in so long, I knew it wouldn't be long. Her freezing fingers held onto mine and Cas', but just barely. She was becoming weak quickly, life was leaving this incredibly strong woman so much faster than I thought it would.

They always said that the strong one fall hard. I wish they were wrong.

After a little while of silence except for our sorrow, I heard faint humming. It took me a moment to place the tune and voice. But as I lifted my head, I saw Dean holding Trinity close, their foreheads touching, her other hand moved from his hand to his cheek, but continued to small petting motions.

The humming turned to words, and something inside of me broke as I remembered the more-in-depth story that Trinity told me after Dean. She had been so happy that night. I just wished we could go back to then.

"It… had to be, you… wonderful… you… it had to be…-" Dean's shaking voice quietly sang barely above a whisper. But Trinity had cut him off with her lips, his hand tangled gently in the back of her hair, her's held on softly to his cheek, and tears fell from both of their faces.

I could only watch as they shared a gentle, passionate kiss. And I knew… it was the last.

Dean

I held onto her as our lips merged, for what seemed like so little time. It was like when you fall asleep and feel like you wake right back up and it's already morning.

As we had kissed, I felt her transfer her energy into me, something with our bond allowed her to do that. i don't know what it'd do, but I didn't care. I just held onto her like if I held long enough, she'd heal and we could walk away from this mess and forget it ever happened.

But they cold, soft tips of her fingers fell away from my face all too soon. Like slow motion, her hand fell and slid down my chest, to then finally fall upon her stomach without life. Her chest had stopped moving and her head pulled away, falling back, taking her cold lips with her.

The entirety of her weight was now in my arms, her limbs limp, her hair blowing in the breeze that came from the broken window. Her lips parted, frozen in a graceful-mid-kiss, and her eyes, her gorgeous eyes that had captivated me from day one, were covered by her eyelids, the long, black lashed casting looming shadows on her cheekbones.

I felt dead inside.

Sam

Dean's shouts echoed in my ears.

He shook her lifeless body gently, not matching his tone.

I called over, clutching his shoulder, "Dean, Dean, stop!" he looked up at me, "Stop," I ended, looking into his eyes, rivers of tears carving their way down both of our faces.

"No… no… no, God no…" he muttered, holding her face in his hand, gently brushing away the stray hairs and the still-wet tears. Or just to simply touch her, tell himself she's still here.

But I knew once it hits him… really hits him…. I don't know what we're going to do. But then suddenly a bright red light submerged us all. It lasted only a few seconds, but I heard Dean scream in agony during it. When the light went away, I saw what it was. It was the finally step Lucifer didn't know about. Burnt across Dean's chest, arms, and thighs, where parts of Trinity's wings rested, were sore, red, bubbling marks of a set of wings. These weren't like a normal set of angel wings left behind, these weren't charred like fire, these were like an acid burn. Dean howled in pain, and looked down to see the reminder that Trinity was actually gone this time.

All of the anger seemed to leave him and he just pulled her body into him as close as possible, seemingly forgetting what just happened, and just sobbed. He would occasionally murmur, "Please, Trin, please come back to me." He sobbed until daylight began to shine through the window.

Cas and I did the same, but there was just something different about Dean's.

We weren't going anywhere, not right now, not for a while.

There was no life in this room, not truly. It all left with Trinity.