My back was against the wall, a knife to my throat and all I could do was pray that he would press a little harder and end all of this.
"What are you?" his voice was threatening, "Who are you?"
I was silently pleading with him,"Do it, kill me."
He growled, starting over again, "who are you?" he swallowed tightly, "he wouldn't give this to anyone, you had to have taken it from him!"
For just a moment my pain- my eagerness to die vanished while pure rage took it's place, a bitter rage.
My hunters training took over- training Dean never wanted me to know, yet he forced me to perfect. I pushed Sam away, knocking the knife from his hand, it slid across his apartments wooden floors.
"I was his family!" I shouted, kicking out his legs from under him. He brought me down with him, my head hitting the floor with a loud crack, my back arching in pain.
I saw stars.
And just like that I was done, a pain fIlled cry rocked my body, tears spilled freely from my eyes.
"I was his family!" Sam's angry voice broke through my sobs. I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. Shaking my head I told him, my voice barley above a whIspher "You were the scared little boy who ran away from him family"
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The bar was crowed, the warm air felt like fire to my skin. I didn't want to be here, in fact it was the last thing I wanted. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get Dean's voice out of my head. "He'll need you Alex, and you'll need him. promise me you'll try."
"You shouldn't have followed me" Sam said as I reached him, slamming another shot of whiskey down. "You think I want I watch your pity party?" I argued, " If I had my way, I'd be long gone by now."
"Then why are you here?" he all but growled at me.
"Dea-" my voice cracked, pain shooting to my heart. So I cleared my voice and tried again. "He wanted me to be here. I promised him-"
Sam snorted, "Dean could never keep his promises, why should you?"
I ignored his question, instead asking one of my own. "why haven't you asked me?"
"Ask you what? "
"you know what."
He shrugged, "it doesn't really matter does it?" he took another shot, "He got what he wanted. his hunters happy ending."
"You're a bastered, y'know that right." I hissed.
"And you're stupid if you think for even a second that his life could have ended another way."
"He made a deal with a crossroads demon," I snapped "I wouldn't consider that the norm."
I saw the shock and pain cross his face, and for a moment I felt sorry for him. then I remembered how Dean called out his name as the hellhounds riped him apart and any sympathy I had vanished.
"That doesn't make sense. " Sam said, "Dean wouldn't make a deal.. if he did, he would have had ten years to-"
"One," I spoke softly, "It only gave him one year."
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A/N: follow me at fragilegravityx if you have a twitter, & let me know your from ff, and I'll give you a spoiler / scene from any story of mine you want. As a thank you for sticking with me. & hope you enjoyed this, I know it was short... but I'm still updatng from my phone.