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Firefly Chapter 4: Fifteen years old

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : future Dean x reader ?

Summary : 40 years in Hell, but he didn’t spend all this time all alone, he had her.

Prepare to know what happened during those years Dean never talks about. To immerge yourself in Hell, only lit by the mysterious kid growing here…

And to see some of your favorite villains again : Crowley, Lilith, Lucifer… And also Sammy and Jack…

Serie Warnings : Hurt!Dean, Hell (torture, even if we tried to not give it graphic descriptions, creepy demons, blood, violence), swearing, angst, future fluff and smut.

This story is in both Reader’s POV and Dean’s POV

Wordcount : 5151

Note : This is our second collaboration. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each, like we did for Same.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

This story will be around 10 chapters and we intend to edit it every Saturday if nothing delays it. The story will be on a little hiatus because both @jay-and-dean and I are on holidays. Once we come back the story will continue it’s regular weekly edit.

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Chapter four

Dean’s Pov

Her hand was tightly wrapped around his. Warm radiating of it despite that freezing cold Hell was today, and soft.

Her steps were confident and sure, her bare feet silent on the ice cold floor that was painfully freezing his.

Once again, Dean took a precious second to look at her, and try to proceed she even existed… His Firefly was growing up, she was now far from the mute baby she had been a long time ago.

Her pretty face was stern and cold when she was facing a demon, but shining with the purest smile when he told her about life. Her features changed, but somehow also stayed identical, her mouth was the same, the shape and color of her eyes too… He remembered her appearing in that dirty dress and her damaged bear like it was yesterday.

Maybe it was really yesterday… maybe he had dreamed all of this. How could a diamond so pure sparkle in the middle of the pit ?

She turned to him slightly, giving him a radiant smile, her long princess hair caressing his arm. She seemed happy that that particular corridor was empty, but he still didn’t know where they were going.

Last time she had taken him out him out was to see the sky years ago, and that other time he was going crazy with the screams, and she took him to a quiet place, in a room filled with statues.

Today she had just smiled when she had found him almost healed, and told him Hell was almost empty for the day. But she didn’t say more, she never really answered his questions. And seeing how they treated her, it was possible that she knew very few anyway.

She walked with small steps to a door that was there, and pushed it open.

Dean’s breath got stuck in his throat. The room was impressive : huge and extremely rich. It looked like a castle bedroom with a giant canopy bed, heavy purple velvet curtains even if it seemed to have no window, a big dressing table with jewelry boxes filled with gold and a wooden table that looked like it had been stolen from a Renaissance’s french king or something.

But, even if the room was rich and disproportionate, something made him shiver : It looked like a doll house. Nothing was warm about it, not single personal object or ordinary mess could be seen. A huge bookcase covered all of one wall, but once again : the books seemed to all come from the same collection, absolutely nothing was sticking out.

A big blanket had been put over a pile of something in the corner, he couldn’t guess what, but for a second, he thought he saw a blood stain on it.

She closed the door behind them and turned to him.

“This is my bedroom” she smiled.

She had a bedroom. What was she to those demons ?

Dean had never really thought of it, of where she went when she left… For him, she was like a little star in the middle of the constant torture, and we don’t think of where the stars are, when we don’t see them, right ?

She half ran to her bed to sit on it with that enthusiasm she almost always had, and in a second, she started looking like the teenager she was now.

They dressed her up as a princess, she had a princess bedroom, and yet, he knew for sure she had nothing of a spoiled child.

“I won’t have class today so I thought… maybe you would be more comfortable here to tell me about movies” she stated, just sitting cross-legged like she always did.

Class ?

“I mean…” she suddenly seemed to feel embarrassed, probably because he wasn’t moving at all.

“Yes” he stated right away. “Of course. Can I… sit ?”

She nodded and he came closer carefully, almost fearing a trap. He hadn’t felt a mattress for decades and he could barely imagine sitting on a bed right now. So he closed his eyes while bending on it, like it could suddenly bite him.

But nothing happened and he just felt the very soft mattress drop under him, and hold him as gently as possible. His eyes became wet for a second, and she gave him time to adjust to comfort, after being quartered slowly for the past few days.

“I’m sorry” she said, looking down.

He frowned. It was the first time ever that she said something like that and the pain in her eyes was almost as overwhelming as this room and being aware of the next tortures… So he gave her a sad smile, and changed the subject.

“So, as I told you last time, movies are like books except you can watch them.”

“So people pretend to cry, die, kiss…” she wiggled a little to sit in a better position. “That’s insane.”

“People love them. You can watch a movie at home when you have the DVD or when a channel plays it, or on internet, but it is so much better in a movie theater.” He rested his hands behind him, his fingers curling at the feeling of the softness the mattress provided.

“Movie theater ?” she tilted her head to the side.

“It’s a place where people go to see a movie when it’s just out. It’s big room where you can go with friends to watch it.” he motioned to the big wall of her room with his hands. “The screen where they play the movie on is bigger than your wall, and they place boxes for the sound everywhere around you, so it feels like you are right in the middle of the action.”

He could see how her eyes sparkle at the idea of it.

“And the people who play in the movies are famous and earn a lot of money with it” he smiled kindly. “There are all kind of movies. I love westerns.” he chuckled when he saw her frown again “It’s a movie about the old west, about cowboys.”

Her eyebrows rose when he mentioned cowboys, she seemed to recognize them. Dean wondered where she could have heard about it, maybe in those books she seemed to know by heart.

“Why do people use movies ?” she asked.

“Well it’s not really something you use, it’s something you do, just for fun.” He shrugged. “You often do it with someone like friends, or like on a date.”

“A date ?” she frowned again.

“Uhm…” Living in Hell, she would probably never know what a date is. “It’s when one person likes the other person a lot, they hang out together to get to know each other better, that way they know if they want more or love each other or not.”

He heard her faintly whisper the word Love, in a way that made his heart clench. Despite her fancy dresses and royal like room, he doubted she knew the feeling of Love, any kind of love.

The girl deserved love. All kinds of love : motherly, fatherly, brotherly, love from friends and romantic love… He tried to find comfort in the idea that she at least had the weird friendship they shared, and this unexpected form of love in a place where it wasn’t supposed to bloom.

She laid down on her bed with that sigh only teenage girls can do, he turned half to watch her. Her eyes closed for a second, hands along to her. She looked so peaceful, like she was imagining a date or a movie.

Reader’s Pov

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and everytime she saw him that weird feeling in her belly returned. Like a sort of fluttering, and her cheeks itching to smile. His face was her favorite face.

She had seen demons wear perfect faces, she had seen souls that demons said were considered attractive during their lives… But nobody looked like him.

The only thing she would have wanted to change, was that constant expression of exhaustion and dread.

She took his wrist and tugged at it.

“Rest” she said, maybe that would help, to rest here, close to her where it was safe, for now.

She watched how his large frame very slowly laid down. His eyes flickering everywhere, his breath quickened, like he was expecting the next torture to begin.

She turned to him and carefully put her hand on his chest. His panicked eyes looked into hers, his breathing quickened, so she lifted her hand a inch above him, and shushed him.

“Safe” she told him, he let out a deep exhale and nodded.

Her hand slowly landed on his chest again, and this time, he didn’t move.

They laid there, in a comfortable silence, her small hand still rested on his big chest. She could feel how his heartbeat turned into a peaceful drum. His eyes fluttering shut, but snapping open when they stayed closed for too long, his heart rate spiking up every now and then.

Underneath all the grime and blood, she could smell his scent. He smelled musky, kinda like leather too. She closed her eyes and focused on distinguishing his smell from all the others, solely focussing on him.

And before she knew, she drifted of in a peaceful slumber where she didn’t feel lonely for the first time.

Dean’s Pov

They had been laying there for quite a while now, maybe two hours ? More ? He didn’t really sleep, to many things haunting him when he closed his eyes.

He had been watching her sleep this whole time, her little hand still on his chest, and he wondered how she could be so peaceful.

He was studying every inch of her face now that he could. Her lashes resting on her cheeks, her mouth slightly open ; and that characteristic hesitation teens’ faces have between woman features and still baby girl expressions. She was a beautiful child. His little Firefly…

He knew so little about her. Why was she here ? Who was she really ? Or rather what… she had powers, scary ones from what he saw. But he knew she was pure at heart, and she would never hurt him. She grew so much since that first day he saw her. He wondered what the future held for her…

He turned his head to the ceiling and swallowed hard, he had to get back to his own future now…

Torture, never ending torture…

His eyes got wet at the thought, a sweat breaking out on his skin. She stirred a little in her sleep, probably feeling his heartbeat panic in his chest. His hand softly grasped her wrist, slipping out from underneath her, replacing his body with a pillow.

He silently got up and watched how she pulled the pillow closer, burying her face it in. His heart aching at wanting to return the hug.

But he couldn’t…

If they caught them not only would he be punished, not that he cared -he got punished everyday whatever happened- but he didn’t want her to bear the consequences. She didn’t deserve to carry his weight on top of hers.

He would protect her, even powerless and damned.

Carefully he went to the big door, looking back one last time at her, cold sweat rolling down his neck, before slipping out of her room and sinking in the maze.

Reader’s Pov

Before she opened her eyes, she knew.

Dean was gone. For a second, she wondered why, he had nowhere to go, nowhere but torture and constant pain… Then she realized he was just scared ; being there was forbidden : who knew what they would do to him, to her.

Then, still with her eyes closed, she frowned, feeling an ache in her heart. She knew Dean pretty well now and she was sure of it : He left because of what happened to her after the sky room. He had told her to not take risks for him after that…

He was ready to give up the small and rare respite from eternal pain, to avoid her getting in trouble.

She grabbed the pillow that still smelled a little like him and held it closer, not daring to open her eyes yet. While they were closed, she could still imagine he was there.

While they were closed, everything was possible… He hadn’t left, he would escape the horror today, he would stay warm in her arms, and whole.

She felt her heart clench at how much she wanted to cry, at how painful it was, to know they were making him scream right now, that man who deserved everything but pain. She thought clearly of what they were doing to him, just now -she hadn’t even the privilege of ignorance- and a broken sob of despair escaped her chest loudly, echoing in the room.

She had never experienced what was falling on her : her ribs seemed to grip her inside like claws and her back started sweating… So she held the pillow tighter and whispered.

“They can’t find us… They can’t find us…”

While her eyes were still closed, she could imagine the sky above them, maybe even the sun, a bird would be there too. She could see their wings, and hear Dean’s voice telling her about them.

But she would only watch him, no matter how bad she wanted to see the sky.

Tears were rolling down her face, so much tears she wondered if she could drown in it. Her breath got stuck in her too tight chest as a realisation hit her…

For the first time in her entire life, she realized Dean was not a distraction, he was not like a wounded bird you find and keep, he was not a mystery or riddle either. And he was not her window to the world. Dean was not just her way of escaping boredom or loneliness or just her rebellion against her father and all the demons of Hell. And today, even the word friend was not enough to talk about him.

It was not only about seeing him and hearing his stories. She wanted him to live them, she needed him to smile and sleep peacefully, go to the movie theater and…

On a date.

She buried her face in the pillow, wetting her hair with her own tears. She wanted him to go on dates even if… Even if she would give her own life to be the girl he would invite, if everything was different.

She wouldn’t be that girl, because she was a child, and -a whine passed her lips- almost a demon.

She now understood it. She felt it in her bones and in her flesh, all the books suddenly made way more sense to her, all the stories she had read, it was like she could see clear for the first time, even with her eyes still closed.

It was love.

“Dean…” she whispered to herself, just to hear his name float in the air.

She stayed on her bed a little longer, a bed she usually always left in a hurry. And she just tried to remember everything he had ever said… Dean deserved to be out of here.

“What are you doing in bed” she heard in her back, recognizing the deep low voice of Crowley.

She didn’t answer, hoping he would just go away.

“Dean Winchester was found out of his cell” he asked. “Any idea what happened ?”

“I’m not responsible for the things you lose” she grunted, trying to hold back her tears.

“It’s funny that in almost 30 years, he tries to escape just the day Lilith, Alastair and I have to go on Earth… Just the day that part of Hell is almost empty” he added, pacing the room. “He’s lucky.”

“Or you’re not” she snapped.

She heard him sigh in annoyance. That’s all she got from him… annoyance. He once told her that he was the one thanks to whom she hadn’t been killed the day she was born, thanks to whom she had nothing to fear in Hell and possessed all those beautiful things. But she never cared, what she wanted was freedom and that was impossible, because he had plans for her, they all did.

“Even under torture, he swears he just left his cell on his own” he added.

“Even under torture” she chuckled darkly, tears rolling down her face. “Do you hear how absurd it is ?”

He grunted and a held back sob escaped her.

“Are you crying ?” he asked with and hearable frown of disgust.

“Are you caring ?” she imitated him.

“No, Y/n. I’m a demon… I really hoped you would get more from me than from your mother.”

She sat up in a jump, wiping her tears.

“So now I have a mother ?” she groaned. “You always told me I didn’t.”

He was standing there with his hands in the pockets of his black suit, a disgusted expression on his face.

“You look awful, darling” he just said.

“Answer.”

“It’s not a mother if she didn’t raised you” an amused smile crossed his face. “Jael is closer to be your mom… Don’t look at me like that, she’s dead for a long time.”

“I hate you” she groaned and the sheets started to move on their own around her, like snakes were underneath it.

“Calm down, and stop crying” he ordered. “If you want a seat in this throne room one day, you better make some effort with your looks.”

After eyeing her up and down, he turned around and whispered.

“Teenagers I swear…”

Crowley walked to her door to leave, he tried pulling the doors open but they wouldn’t bulge. He turned back to her to see her sitting on her bed with her hair floating around her.

“Y/n, open this door now” he seethed towards her.

“NO! I don’t want to be part of any of this!” she now floated above her bed, the corners starting to catch fire with the intense heat she was giving off. She could see how Crowley’s eyes widened at the display of her powers that grew stronger each passing day.

“You can’t keep me forever Crowley. One day I will get out.” The thought of getting out was like throwing gasoline on the fire inside her.

With a flick of his wrist he pinned her down on the bed as he stepped near her.

“Oh little Y/n, you won’t, I’ll kill you before that day even arrives. You will be part in this, whether you want it or not.” He leaned over her, his eyes flicking red. “So calm down now or I’ll give you over to Lilith.”

No, not her… she was worse than Crowley, and was located on the other side of Hell, further away from Dean.

A grin crossed his face as she calmed down, his threat worked.

“That’s my good girl” he released her and walked to her door pulling it open, motioning with his fingers to a nearby demon.

“Chain her, break her knees if you have to, I don’t bloody care what you do but she is to not leave this room.”

She ran towards the door, but the demon stepped inside and grabbed her by the hair, throwing her in the corner of the room, where she had hidden the chains with a blanket.

She fought back with everything she got but she could feel Crowley’s power holding her as he stood in the doorframe.

She stopped fighting when the last chain around her neck was secured. She looked at the floor when she saw Crowley’s perfectly polished shoes.

“It would all be so much easier if you just worked along with the plan, instead of being such a pain in my ass.” He sighed, turned around and left the room, locking the doors behind him.

She felt the hands of exhaustion grip her tight. Her powers were getting stronger, but they also wore her out. She attempted to tug the chains lose but they had made them stronger, again.

With a sigh she rested her back against the wall, her eyes feeling heavy. She would get out. And she wouldn’t do it alone.

She slowly started dozing off, her mind on Dean and on a way how to get them both out of here.

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She tricked them, average demons were never smart. When they brought her her food she had told them Crowley needed assistance with something urgent. The demons didn’t buy it at first of course but when she mentioned the cruel Lord of Crossroads, they were quick on their feet, not quick enough for her to snatch the keys of them.

So here she was, running towards Dean’s his cell, it has been a week, so much could have happened to him in a week.

She felt good again, strong, she didn’t use her powers once this week. She had a set of full batteries and she intended to use them. Because today…

Today is the day they wouldn’t hurt him.

She had spent her time mapping out Hell in her head and there was one place she hadn’t discovered yet : Lilith’s her quarters. She knew Lilith was rarely here, spending her time on Earth. Maybe less demons were there, maybe there was another sky room. They could hide near it.

She saw his cell door in the distances, her feet moving faster along the cold, bloody stones.

She didn’t wait to listen or look to make sure he was alone this time, to busy thinking of the shortest way to the safest place.

She swung the door wide open, her breath got stuck in her throat at the sight before her.

Dean was held by chains around his bare feet, upside down. His hands grasping for the floor to cary some of his weight but he was too high up.

And next to him with a knife in his hand, carving at Dean’s side :

Alastair.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in, care to join, Girly ?” he plunged the knife into Dean’s side “Hold onto that for me.”

She could feel it, the rage, the ever burning flame inside her, raging, fighting to come out. Not yet, she had to wait for him to strike first.

“Let him go” she said, her fists balled by her side, chest heaving.

Never before had she felt such anger.

“As you wish, princess.” He snapped his fingers, making the chain around his feet lose.

Dean fell to the ground, she could hear his wrist snap when he tried to catch his own weight, and an unbearable groan of pain. His good hand grasped the knife to pull it out.

“You’re gonna regret that” she told him, her hair slightly starting to float, she was trying to hold it together as best as she could.

“Oh yeah ? What are you gonna do ?” He stepped closer, taunting her.

“You have no idea what you just stepped into. Do you want me to break another one of your toys ?” He clenched his fist, making Dean scream out, crippling on the floor, blood seeping out of his mouth.

“STOP IT !” Her eyes lighted up.

The walls of the room started to crack under her power, she was a bomb about to explode… Her heart was beating in her temple, she could feel her body, but she could also feel everything around, the air, Dean’s breath, the sweat running on his broken back. She was there, and she was everywhere…

Alastair just laughed at her, he held up his hand towards her and pushed her back against the wall next to where Dean was still curled up on the floor.

The demon shook his head in disappointment.

“You’re still as weak as the day i burned that ugly toy. I honestly don’t know what Crowley sees in you, you’ll never fulfill his ridiculous plan.”

He put his foot on Dean’s neck, pushing down on it, Dean’s hands grasping at the boot that was crushing his airway. His eyes flicking to her.

She felt the pain in his neck, and she felt her own fury set fire to her soul.

“STOP IT NOW !” she pushed herself off the wall, letting the rage consume her as she used everything inside to push Alastair away.

He flew across the room in a gasp. Her hands flicking in a circle to wrap the chains around him.

“Wh-What?! NO you can’t be, THIS CAN’T BE !” Alastair was scared, her grin grew.

He was scared of her.

She balled her fist making the chains tighten around the demon, he started coughing, black smoke seeping out of his mouth.

She ran to Dean, pulling his large arm over her smaller frame to help him up.

“Come on Dean, we have to hurry.”

He limped along with her, good thing she was currently strong enough to carry his weight.

“W-Where ?” he gasped, how she wished he would heal faster…

“Away from here.”

Carrying him was wearing her out, she didn’t think this through. Dean was a big guy and Lilith’s quarters were on the other side of Hell. They weren’t going to make it…

Still, she pushed through, she had no other choice. No other place was safe enough to hide for an entire day, more if she could.

After running for hours, using all she had to push every demon in their path away, she could finally see it.

The golden door. A door she had never seen the other side of. It was engraved with many symbols and a Sun on the top of it.

The only place demons weren’t allowed to enter, no one would look for them here.

She carefully put Dean down with his back against the wall.

“Stay here.” She turned to the big door, her hands grasping at the handles to push it open. But it wouldn’t give. She pushed with all she had, but it was like there was a wall behind it.

An eerie laugh made her turn around.

Lilith…

No…

No no no… She wasn’t supposed to be here for days.

She ran to stand in front of Dean.

“Well you’re a long way from home” Lilith said, clapping her hands. “I heard you were on a rampage, even took down Alastair. I’m impressed, princess.”

“Go away !” she yelled towards Lilith. She knew she couldn’t win against her… No one could.

“Mh I don’t think so, he ordered to take you back to your room” Lilith stepped closer.

“NO !” She put her hands up to try stop her, but she couldn’t.

“Oh princess, Alastair might be big.” Lilith clenched her fist, sweeping Y/n up in the air by the neck.

Moving her fist inwards, Y/n flew until an inch away from Lilith’s face.

“But I’m bigger” she whispered in her ear.

Lilith motioned with her fingers toward a demon, while Dean grunted in pain, looking up at her. Would he be punished because of her ? Had she made things worse ?

Her floating hair fell back on her shoulder, as her hopes shattered deep inside of her.

“Take the Winchester back, I’ll deal with this one.”

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Her light just went out.

She stop watching the time, days and nights had no meaning in Hell anyway.

Nothing had any meaning.

Demons came and went. Even Crowley came to see her laying here, on her side, chains around her neck and waist. He tried to tell her this would never have happened if she hadn’t left and confronted Alastair. But she didn’t speak, her eyes perfectly still on an invisible point, the same for days, or weeks. He had threatened her, gotten mad. But she just stayed still.

Her light had just died.

After a while, they took off the chains, saying she had to move, eat, anything. But she stayed lying among the iron ropes, as still as a corpse.

She didn’t care about the punishments of Lilith or the wrath of Alastair. She didn’t mind the pain, the threats, the screams… Her light went out when she lost her hope.

The instant Dean’s eyes closed on the floor, to not see that demon come for him at Lilith’s order that day, after hours of running with her despite the pain, trusting her completely.

She just made things worse and nothing would never change. They were saying Lucifer’s rise was close and she knew her fate was in his hands, nevermind how bad she fought.

She couldn’t be his firefly, because she had no light left in her.

Until one day… Or a night maybe. Her thoughts were lost in the void for days, when they reached a memory : The memory of Alastair’s eyes when she had crushed him with those chains. Her mind followed that path and it was paved with memories of Dean’s little smiles, of the Sky room, of his tales of finding Sam after all those years, of overcoming death…

It was the path of hope.

Without really thinking, she got up. Feeling like she was rising from the ashes of her own burning rage that had consumed her own heart.

She walked out of her room, her back straight, her face stern and proud. Walking in those corridors she didn’t fear. They had made her lose the only thing she owned and now she had nothing to lose, she had nothing to fear left.

“Hey ! What are you doing here ?” a demon called her. “You should be in that room !”

“And you should bow” she stated with her eyes darken. “I shall be your Queen.”

The demon stared at her face and shake his head like an animal trying to chase an unpleasant feeling. When she kept walking, he didn’t follow; still exhaling the sulfur out of his giant form like a confused bull.

She reached Dean’s cell quick, without really thinking of the way. She pushes the door and stood in it’s frame.

“Firefly ?” Dean gasped before choking on blood, curled up in the corner. “I… I was starting to think I had dreamed you.”

Tears rolled down his face when she got closer.

She kneeled next to him and cupped his face. He looked at her deeply, his eyes roaming her features with a frown like he was confused by the absence of smile on her face. She couldn’t smile yet, but thanks to him, she now knew she would be able to again.

“It will take a week or a century, but I am taking you out of here, Dean. You hear me ?”

His eyes widen.

“Whatever the cost.”

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