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"Come out come out wherever you are Kitten," he purred.
You gripped the demon blade a little tighter.
"Oh come on now," he said behind you, causing you to jump. "You really think I'd let you use that on me?"
You quickly turned round to stab him but he was gone again.
"Ooh, gonna have to be quicker than that gorgeous," his voice echoed.
Suddenly there was a blinding pain on your lower back, you bit your lip from crying out but it didn't stop the throaty groan as you fell to your knees. Your hands flew to the pain and they felt wet and warm.
Your vision went slightly blurry as you tried to look at the King of Hell that had just stabbed you. But it wasn't him. You turned to see a young girl with black eyes holding a bloody blade. You couldn't stop your eyes closing, but not before you saw her spark out and fall to the floor.
You heard Sam call you from somewhere in the abandoned factory, but honestly, you were too tired to care.
***
"y/n? y/n!" Sam called. You had all been tracking Crowley, for once it seemed like you might finally be able to catch the son of a bitch again. As annoying as he was it was better to have him chained up and give what little information he was willing to tell than out ruling hell again. You had gone in first. It was only supposed to be surveillance, but like your brothers before you, you were stubborn.
"y/n!" He heard Dean call from behind him, he could tell Dean was getting increasingly scared which only made him sound more angry.
"Crowley! Where the hell is she you son of a bitch!" Dean shouted.
"Have you tired saying please?" Crowley said appearing behind them, the both pulled out there guns as they turned round.
"Oh please, there's no need for that." Crowley said, waving his hands to make the guns fly to either sides of the room. Dean pulled out a knife and stepped in front of Sam.
"Oh please, the little kitten's got the blade, you know that won't do anything."
"Well, it ain't gonna tickle either."
"Just-where is she?"
Crowley gave a cheeky smile and looked over to Sam.
"Back room Moose, I'd hurry though, she might bleed out if your not careful."
That was all Sam needed to hear before he ran towards the back of the building, he didn't need to look to know Dean was right behind him.
"y/n! y/n!" They both called out frantically, they ran quicker when they heard a half-hearted groan.
"Sam she's over here!" Dean practically screamed, Sam turned round to see you passed out leaning heavily against down who was crouched on the floor. Dean had taken off your jacket so Sam could clearly see you white t-shirt that had been stained red. He dropped to the floor and quickly applied pressure to your wounds.
"y/n, y/n," Dean murdered, "sweetheart open your eyes." Okay, that just proved to Sam how scared Dean was. Where Sam would often call you sweet nicknames, Dean usually saved them for mockery and, in this case, worry.
"y/n!" Sam snapped. Sam never yelled so it was enough to make you open your eyes a little, you groaned again and closed them.
"N-n-n-no, y/n. You need to keep them open," Dean said shaking you, it wasn't that effective. "Cas! Cas!"
There was a sound of fluttering wings before Dean had even finished his first call, Sam turned his head to see the angel in a trench coat, worry quickly fell on his face and he rushed over to the three. Dean sat down fully, still holding your head and Sam moved back picking up the demon blade.
Cas crouched down and put two fingers on your forehead, your body glowed brightly and you gasped as you woke up. You immediately tried to get up, weakly pushing at Deans chest, it wasn't much of a struggle as he held you tighter and whispered in your ear. "Easy, easy."
Dean released his death grip went you went limp in his arms, too weak to fight. You pulled back slightly and looked up at your older brother. "I found Crowley," you said smiling, voice barely above a whisper. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, and that stabbed you in the back, literally." Dean commented.
"I'm fine."
"No you're not," Cas said from the other side of the small room where he now stood. "Crowley stabbed you with what appears to be an angel blade, I have healed you the best I can but you will be weak for some time."
"Yeah, so I'll be hunting again next week." You said sitting against the wall, you didn't even want to try and get up yet.
"Try next month kiddo," Dean said getting up.
"What!?"
"Your brother is right y/n, I can only heal you so much with a wound from an angel blade, most of my power is used so you won't feel pain now. At most I have only healed it as much as two weeks of bed rest would have." You groaned and hit your head on the back wall.
"Where did Crowley even get an angel blade? I thought he melted his last one into bullets?" Sam asked getting up as well, "It wasn't him." You said looking around for the body that was on the floor a moment ago.
All eyes fell on you again. "There was another demon, she looked like a little girl, I thought...you guys killed her?" You asked now confused, the demon that stabbed you had been killed, you saw it fall to the floor, and yet there was no body and no one, apart from your brothers and Cas, would kill it.
Well, there was one other thing around with the power to kill a demon, but Crowley never did unless it benefited him.
You pushed yourself off the floor, using the wall as a balance. Sam and Dean both stepped forward with their arms out as if you would fall forward. Which was an accurate assumption as you felt very dizzy but you would not give them the satisfaction.
"Jesus I'm fine, let's just get back to the bunker." You said ignoring how your legs felt like jelly when you started to walk, the boys quickly rushed by your side with Cas following behind them. They had less personal space than Cas when you first met him but you didn't mention it, you just walked quicker.
You almost punched Sam in the face when he helped you in the back off the car, but you settled for slapping his hands away when he tried to do the seat belt, he mumbled a 'sorry' and smiled as he closed the door.
"So if neither of you killed the demon that stabbed y/n then what did?" Cas asked walking round to the other side of the car.
"I don't know," Dean said opening the drivers door, "but she's safe, so I don't care."
***
"I just wanted to check," Crowley said dragging the angel blade along the demons chest, it howled like a banshee. "I never told you two to kill her did I?"
"N-no my King," it panted between screams.
"I believe I told you to wait for the brothers, didn't I?"
"Yes my K-King."
"So then tell me why," he said plunging the blade deep enough that it risked death, "Why your sister decided to stab the youngest Winchester?"
"I-I don't know my King!"
"Shame," he pushed the knife in a fraction deeper and watched as the demon burnt out.
Crowley wiped off the blade and walked out of the torture chamber.
"With all due respect my King," Crowley's first hand demon said as he sat on his thrown, "was is so wrong to stab a Winchester?"
Crowley looked at her and sighed, "come here Aeshma," he breathed. She walked over to the thrown and he stood up.
He made a deep gash up her arm and she cried out in pain, he put the blade on her cheek. "Never question me again. But seeing as you're so interested, let's just say I have my reasons." He sat back down on the thrown and she sank away, before she left the room he spoke again. "Make sure next time, they follow my direct orders."
"Yes m-my King."