so some people (wolfenergy17 and Squidastik) have already posted review on the latest chapter and have told me to post it all in one day- so that's what i'm doing. you two peeps are so good about reading my work and posting reviews, i'm so grateful to have readers like you guys.
here we go!
Armed to the teeth, the Winchester boys and an angel of the Lord set out to kill the only woman they all loved. Needless to say, the car ride was silent. For the first time in Dean's life, the sound of his Baby purring as they cruised along together didn't comfort him. All it did was fill him with thick, cold dread.
Using what Katherine called his 'sixth sense,' John found where Azazel and Katherine were. "An abandoned warehouse; how cliche." Dean grumbled as they pulled up to the decrepit building. He clenched his favorite sawed off tightly; he and Kat had made it together.
John joined him, hand gripping the Colt - the only weapon that could stop both Kat and Azazel. "Alright, we're gonna go in quickly, and silently. As soon as we take out Kat-" John broke off, overcome briefly. "Azazel will be weak. That's our chance to kill this son of a bitch once and for all. Dean, you and Castiel will burst in through the front. Sam and I will sneak in through the back. Got it?" John eyed his sons carefully.
"Yes sir." Was the immediate reply from Dean. He couldn't help it.
"Sam…" John said warningly. He didn't need to lose two children today. He wouldn't be able to take it.
"Yes, sir." Sam ground out, clearly not liking having to go back to his usual ways of following his father's every command like a good little soldier.
They fanned out, their steps silent in the tall, unmowed grass. For the first time in a long time, Dean was grateful for the extra training sessions Kat put both of them through when they were younger. His face closed off. Ironically, he was using the same technique she taught him to sneak in and kill her. He fought back tears; soldiers didn't cry.
Putting all his rage and grief into his kick, Dean busted down the door with only one try. "Knock, knock." He called out mockingly. "Where are you, you yellow eyed bastard! I've got a debt to settle."
"My, my, my, someone woke on the wrong side of the bed this morning." That voice. Rage consumed Dean as he swung around, gun raised to face the thing he hated most in the entire world.
Azazel slouched up against a beam, a sadistic smile twisting his features. Those hated yellow eyes glowed with evil glee as he took in the broken Dean Winchester. "You don't look so good, Dean. Has something happened to cause you this distress?" He tapered off with a chuckle that was far from human. He turned to look in the blackness behind him. "My dear, could you go and fetch John and Sam? I'm afraid they're trying to sneak up on us."
Dean's face paled as a shadowy figure walked up beside the yellow eyed demon. Kat's coal black eyes slid over him as if he was nothing, not even a blip on her radar. With snake-like movements, his twin did a graceful flip off of the dais where she and Azazel had been standing. His eyes followed her as she flew above his head, landing silently behind him and melting back into the shadows. "Kat!" He called out, voice cracking slightly. "KAT!"
"She won't reply, you know. She can't. You're Katherine Marie Winchester is gone forever, lost in the void of my demon. You will never see her again." He chuckled again, wiping his eyes as Dean's face crumpled in defeat. "You really thought you could save her, didn't you? Oh, that's adorable!" He lapsed into more crazed chuckles, yellow eyes brimming with more tears.
Before Dean could reply, a loud crash shook the warehouse dangerously. He whirled around, his brother's name on his lips when Sam came flying through the gloom, landing right on top of him. They both crashed to the ground, winded. John landed beside them, cradling what looked like a broken arm.
"Thank you, darling." Azazel purred. Katherine moved like liquid as she walked back to the demon's side. "Now." He said, clapping his hands together and rubbing his palms. "What shall we do with you three? Any thoughts, my dear?" He questioned, turning to face Katherine. Just as she was about to open her mouth, a voice rang out.
"You will not harm them." It there was ever a moment that Dean had ever doubted Cas' heritage, it was gone now. Bathed in the light from a hole in the roof, Castiel stood tall and proud, angel sword flashing menacingly. Dean could've sworn he saw a shadow of wings sprouting from Castiel's back.
"What a surprise, you brought the angel too. Why oh why didn't I see this coming?" Azazel clutched his head dramatically. "Oh wait- I did." His teeth flashed as the demon grinned smugly at the angel.
She crashed into her former lover at top speed, sending them tumbling into the darkness and out of Dean's sight; he hadn't even heard his twin move from her spot at Azazel's side. Said demon chuckled as he watched the spectacle of demon and angel duking it out. They exchanged blows that would've killed and normal person; Dean winced as Kat dished out a rib-breaking kick to Cas' diaphragm, following it quickly with a knee to the nose. The angel in turn grabbed Kat's leg and swung her into a support beam, her head smacking sickenly with the wood. Yet she stood like it was nothing and was at him again, relentless in her mission to end her lover.
"Dean!" At the sound of his name, he wrenched his gaze away from the intense fight to see his father waving the Colt at him with his good arm. Dean noticed with a grimace that Kat had broken their dad's right arm- his dominant arm. Smart girl, even when she's a demon, he thought bitterly. Dean snuck a glance at Azazel; the demon was too caught up in watching the fight to pay attention to them. "Catch!" His father hissed, lobbing the Colt across the five feet that separated him. Dean caught it with ease, staring at the gun in confusion. "It's up to you to save her now."
Dean's stomach dropped at the words. He shook his head mutely, overcome by the onslaught of emotions.
"Dammit Dean- you have to! For her!" His father's harsh words were like a slap in the face, brutal but effective. Rising carefully so to not alert his mother's murderer of his actions, Dean slipped into the shadows, treading lightly towards the brawlers.
Both looked worn, but ready to fight until the ends of the Earth. Considering Azazel's plan- they might just do that.
As Kat slammed Cas into a nearby wall, he locked eyes with the angel, raising the Colt so he could see. Cas nodded, pain in his eyes. Quick as a snake, Cas spun his lover around, arms encircling both her throat and waist, locking her against his body. Dean emerged from the shadows, the Colt shaking in his grasp; he'd never choked on a hunt before, he wasn't gonna start now- not with these kind of stakes.
Through the roar in his ears, Dean heard Azazel shout, but it meant nothing to him. "I'm sorry." He choked out, eyes welling. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop this from happening to you. I'm sorry that this is the only way I can free you. I love you, princess."
"Wait!" Cas called as Dean prepared himself for his grisly task. "To say goodbye." Was all he said. Dean looked at him like he'd sprouted two heads. Without another word, Cas raised a glowing hand and pressed it to Kat's temple.
A wave of power shout out from the point of contact, knocking all three of them off their feet. Dean quickly recovered, the Colt still in his hand. He pulled himself to his feet and watched as Kat did the same thing. Cas seemed to be in a comatose state, obviously recovering from such a feat.
She stared over at him, and her black eye flashed once, before turning back to their original color.
"Kat," he breathed. She was back, he knew it. He stepped towards her, but she held up her hand to halt him.
"Don't!" she choked out. "Don't come any closer!"
"But it's you- I know it's you!"
Tears welled in her green eyes, but they never fell. "Dean, I...I've seen horrible things. I've done horrible things." Her voice broke off in a shuddery whisper.
"No, princess, that wasn't you!"
She let out a loud sob. "He...he made me..."
"I know, sweetheart. But I've got you now. I saved you, and none of us had to die. You're free!"
"I'm not, I'm not free. I can't...In a minute I'll be gone again. Please, Dean, you have to save me."
He slowly looked down at the gun in his hand. With an aching heart, he lifted the gun and pointed it at Kat with a trembling hand. "But... I can't..."
Sweat trickled down his forehead, his t-shirt stuck to his shaking body, and the hand in which he held his gun was slippery. He needed to think. Fast. But how could he think when his world was crashing down around him? When his heart was shattering into tiny pieces? When everything he had worked so hard to protect, everything he loved, was quickly slipping away?
"Do it!"
He looked up sharply, eyes locking with Kat's, stood ten feet away. Too far. Always too far.
"Do it!" she pleaded, tears falling from her eyes. "Please! You have to do it!"
"I can't!" he yelled back, his voice hoarse.
"You have to! I can't...I can't hold back for much longer!"
"No! I'll fix you! I will, I promise. We just need to-"
"I'm not strong enough!"
"You are! You're stronger than anyone I've ever met!" Under any other circumstances, he would've hated admitting to his twin this fact, but that didn't matter now.
"Please!" she begged. "I don't wanna hurt them anymore." Her eyes, filled with so much pain, mirrored his own perfectly as she glanced to her left and right before looking back at him. "You have to do it. Now!"
"How can I?" he pleaded, tears falling freely from his eyes. "I can't! I...I love you, damn it!"
"They'll die if you don't!" she cried. "Oh God, please! I can't...don't let me kill them. Please! You have to. Please!"
Never, not in all the time he'd know her, had he heard her beg. Not for anything- not even when during an old hunt a vamp had her pinned to the wall after he'd dislocated her shoulder and broken both her arms. The vampire had gotten right in her personal space and told her if she'd beg for mercy, he'd make her death painless. She'd spat in his face. And now, to hear her pleading, begging... for this? It ripped him apart inside. But not nearly as much as the sound of the gun in his hand clicking as he cocked the trigger.
"I'm sorry," he choked out. "I'm so sorry."
And with an anguished sob, Dean pulled the trigger and, aiming straight at Kat's heart, he shot.
ahhhhhhh! why would i do such a horrible thing? BECAUSE I CAN LOL
sorry- i was... i dont even know what i was doing
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