In My Time of Dying | Supernatural One-Shot

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(Abigail's POV)

"Abigail, Dean!" Castiel sighed, stepping through the portal.

Relief flooded through my entire body. My angel was alive despite the odds.

'Watch this sweetheart.'

The voice of the devil himself rang though my mind as the tip of a blade began peering through the dimensional rift, heading straight for the oblivious angel.

"Cas!" I screamed, sprinting towards him and shoving him out of the way just as the blade sliced through the air before embedding itself in my chest.

"Abby!" 

My nickname erupted from the lips of the Winchesters and Castiel in synch, all of whom were in too much shock to take even a single step towards me.

I stood face to face with Lucifer, who's smirk dropped as he realized who his blade had pierced. 

"No..." he said quietly, taking a step away from me and removing the knife.

I turned to face Castiel, a grim smile finding its way onto my face as my legs crumbled beneath me.

The angel caught me and lowered me onto the floor gently, tears streaming down his face. Meanwhile, Lucifer dropped to his knees.

"Take care of them Cas," I begged, glancing at the Winchester boys who came to sit beside me.

"I will. I promise."

His voice cracked as he held my broken body in his arms, only to be shoved away by an invisible force.

"Don't you dare close your eyes baby sister," Dean ordered, his voice hoarse.

The Winchesters and I might as well have been family after all that we had been through. A teary eyed Sam grasped my hand tightly within his own, only for the brothers to be sent flying across the room by the same force that had moved Castiel: Lucifer. The shock had worn off now and my body was slowly being overtaken by pain as Lucifer pulled my head into his lap, his hot tears spilling onto my cold cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry," he repeated, ignoring the guns that were being pointed at him by the Winchesters.

Castiel stalked towards us with a knife but I shook my head silently, stopping him in his tracks. Lucifer did not even look up as he held a hand over my chest, determination coating his sadness. While he made a desperate attempt to heal me, I searched my memories for any reason that he would care that I was dying. The first time we met, Lucifer had seemed interested in me but I thought nothing of it. When he was possessing Sam, he used his vessel to find out more about me. 

Later, when we needed Lucifer to help us fight Amara, I had been the one sent to try to convince him to leave his room. During that time we had grown to understand each other. He saw through my optimism and I saw him for the broken angel he was.

"I love you guys," I sighed, feeling my life force ebb as I faced the brothers and Castiel.

"And Luce... even you can be redeemed. If my death can help you realize that you are not as heartless as you seem... then I have no regrets. If you hurt my family I will haunt your ass," I growled, gesturing at the three men standing helplessly to my left.

I faintly heard Sam and Dean shouting as I stopped fighting my eyelids. Lucifer was unable to do anything but give me a few extra minutes of life, despite pouring his entire being into trying to heal me. A lamentable wail from both of the angels cut through the cold air, causing my eyes to snap open once more. Cas was now on my other side and both angels were pouring their power into me as the boys looked on helplessly.

"No use," I sighed.

They simply continued to try to save me however; as I was not a human I was much more difficult to heal. As their grace poured into me in massive amounts, both of their wings came into view. Both had wings that were damaged but I had never seen any wings as magnificent as those of an angel.

"They're beautiful."

Content was evident in my voice as I nodded to the reaper who stood behind the Winchesters. Now my only concern was whether I would be going to Heaven or Hell. 

A/n: there will be a part two