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I Won’t Give Up

“You’re telling me we have to go back in time to kill this stupid demon?” you asked, already knowing the answer. Cas nodded in return causing you to groan in frustration.

“I’m not sure on the details, but I know where to take you” he spoke as he stepped towards you and Dean. You looked over at Dean, giving him the ‘I can’t believe this is happening’ look.

“You have to get rid of the angel wardings and then I’ll get you in 10 hours” Cas spoke as he raised his hands to yours and Dean’s forehead and before you knew it, you were being zapped through time, having no idea where the warding was going to be.

The lights flickered in a small white room, bunk beds sitting beside the wall. You immediately heard the sound of roaring engines as you opened the door into the hall. The hallway was narrow, covered in white paint.

“Where the hell are we?” you heard Dean’s voice, giving him a shrug in return.

You walked through the hallway until you noticed a small staircase with a half closed gate. You pushed it open as walked up the stairs, Dean following close behind you.

As you continued walking up the stairs, the halls began to change. The hallway becoming larger as carpet lay along the floor. You made small confused glances towards Dean as you continued up the stairs, light stinging your eyes as you pushed through the door.

A brush of cold air grazed your skin as your eyes adjusted to the view. The waves of the ocean showing a mixture of blue and orange as the sun began to set. You walked over to the railing, Dean standing close by your side. The waves smashed against the edges of the boat as people continued walking along the deck.

“Holy shit” you muttered beneath your breath as you began running to the end of the ship, quickly realising where you were. You turned to a woman looking over the edge of the boat, her long blonde hair grazing her green and black gown.

“What’s the date today?” you asked her as you took in a deep breath, showing panic in your expression.

“April 14th… ma’am, are you alright?” she replied, a slightly worried expression resting on her face. You covered your mouth with your hand, hoping that the date was just a coincidence.

“What’s the name of this ship?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“The RMS Titanic, miss” she answered before beginning to walk away, obviously confused by you.

Dean quickly appeared by your side, his hand resting on your back as you looked down at the floor.

“It’s the Titanic… we’re on the titanic…” you spoke with a nervous laugh, knowing very well that today was the day this boat was going down.

“Yea… I figured” he replied, his eyes scanning the deck.

“What the hell are we supposed to do, Dean? Huh? What’s the big plan here?” you asked, becoming progressively worried.

“Let’s just go gank this demon and then I’ll think of something” he replied as he began walking along the deck, pushing through the door to the inside. As you continued walking along the hall, a man stepped in your way.

“I’m sorry, but only the first class is allowed through here” he spoke as he looked the two of you up and down. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Dean’s arm, pulling him along as you turned to walk down the stairs.

“We need to steal some clothes” you said, Dean nodding in agreement. You walked through the door, knocking on the first one you saw. After hearing no response, Dean pushed through the door. You quickly looked around, praying nobody saw.

Dean wasted no time before immediately going to the closet to grab a suit. You were lucky that the room happened to have the clothes you needed. You quickly found something to wear and began putting it on, admiring the old material.

You turned to see Dean walk around the corner, adjusting the tie on his black suit. You smirked, thinking about how great he looked.

The two of you walked out the room and back to first class, this time no one giving you a second glance. You rested your hand on Dean’s arm, scanning the room for possible signs of demon. You remembered what he looked like so you just prayed the damn demon decided to keep the same meat suit.

Dean tapped your arm before pointing to the other end of a large diner. There stood a man leaning against a bar with the same meat suit from before. You wasted no time before walking towards him, you and Dean splitting as you tried to trap him.

You made eye contact with him before he immediately started speed walking across the room, clearly knowing who you were. Dean quickly started speed walking after him, careful not to make a scene. You jogged back out the diner, seeing the man run up the large staircase with a clock at the top.

You wasted no time before you ran after him, not caring about the confused faces around you. Dean ran close behind you before you felt a small bump beneath your feet. You stopped in your tracks as Dean ran straight past you. You looked over the railing to the clock above the stairs, your eyes beginning to widen. 11.36.

Your heart rate picked up when you realised that must have been the titanic hitting the iceberg. You looked over to see Dean running around the corner, chasing the demon. You shook your head, trying to ignore the fact that this boat was going to start sinking, and at a fast rate too.

You sprinted after Dean, not sure whether you wanted to gank this demon or just get the hell out of here. Your legs began to shake as the ship began to creak beneath you, water already pouring in at a rate of 7 tons per second.

Dean turned the corner as he jumped on the demon, quickly pulling the knife from his pocket. The demon thrashed beneath Dean’s hold as you turned the corner. Dean raised his hand with the knife held tightly. You grabbed the knife from Dean’s hand before slamming it into the demons chest. The demons eyes lit up as he raised his chin, his yells filling the hall. His body collapsed to the ground as the two of you stood back, catching a breath.

You looked over to Dean, a sigh of relief overcoming you as you finally killed the damn demon. The floor shook beneath you once again as a loud creak filled the hall. You bit your lip as Dean’s eyes widened.

“What do we do?” you began to panic, yours hands shaking in fear. Dean stepped forward and grabbed your hand.

“We’ll find the angel warding, just focus on that” he spoke as he tried to reassure you, which didn’t help at all. You nodded as he pulled you down the hallway and down the stairs.

“How the hell are we supposed to know where it is?!” you yelled as you ran down the flights of stairs.

“I saw something that looked like it down at third class” he replied as he continued running through the hall. You breathed in sharply as you ran behind him, watching as stewards held life jackets in their hands.

The stewards banged on the doors, clear panic showing in their voices. They attempted giving you and Dean life jackets but were unable to as you both sprinted through the hall.

Dean stopped as he looked up at the ceiling, the red markings of an angel warding covering the white paint beneath it. He didn’t hesitate before hoisting you up, allowing you to scrape it off with the blade.

You let out a sigh of relief as your feet hit the ground. You turned to now see people running frantically through the halls, a clump of them standing at a closed gate across the hall. The stewards yelled at them to stay calm, but it clearly wasn’t working.

Dean grabbed your arm as you turned the other way, walking at a fast pace through the hallway. You lost count of the amount of corners you turned but didn’t care as you saw and open gate leading to the second class.

As you ran towards it, water began pouring in as your feet became soaked in the freezing water. The two of you quickly ran up the stairs, passing second class and stopping at first. People had the life jackets on as they began heading to the deck, stewards trying to keep them calm.

“Wait! Didn’t Cas say there were a few angel wardings?” you asked Dean, his face dropping as he remembered what Cas said.

“How about you check the first and second class, and I’ll go back down to third” you suggested as you turned around, heading to the staircase.

“Are you nuts? You can’t go down to third!” he yelled as he stepped in front of you.

“Dean, we don’t have a choice!” you yelled back as you continued walking.

“Just meet me at the clock by the staircase, I promise… I’ll be there” you spoke as you ran back down the hall, pushing past the passengers nearby.

As you ran down the stairs, passengers shoved against each other as they frantically tried to get to the deck. Stewards stopped trying to keep passengers calm as they too tried running to the deck.

As you turned the corner to the final flight of stairs, the water was now almost hitting the ceiling. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking in a deep breath before jumping in the water.

The feeling of the extremely cold water felt like knives digging into your skin, causing you to almost scream out in pain. You pulled yourself down the hallway as you struggled to breathe; praying to see the warding before you drowned.

After what felt like decades of excruciating pain, you noticed as red colour beneath the water. Without hesitation, you dove into the water. Your skull felt as if it were going to tighten around your brain as the cold water covered your face.

You pulled the blade from your pocket and immediately began scraping the warding. As your lungs began to lose the little oxygen it had left, you rose to the surface. Your face was inches from the ceiling as you pulled yourself through the hallway, chin raised in the air.

As you found the staircase, you quickly got out of the water; your body shaking as your fingers went numb. You ripped off the jacket you had on, attempting to regain some sort of body heat. You began climbing the staircase as your vision went fuzzy.

“Y/N!” you heard Dean yell as he sprinted through the hall. You pressed against the wall as Dean ran down the stairs. His eyes locked with yours as he ran towards you, lifting you off the floor. Water continued pouring in, completely covering third class.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t you dare die on me” he spoke as he ran up the stairs to the third class diner. He placed you on the table, his hands cupping your face; water dripping down your cheeks.

“I’m fine” you spoke as your body shivered. His arms wrapped around you, his body shaking with fear.

“You better be” he spoke as his forehead dug into your shoulder. Your hand rested on the back of his head as your heart beat began to pick up.

You were startled as you looked up to see water slowly coming in through the doors of the diner. You immediately stood up and grabbed Dean’s hand, pulling him to the door and up the stairs. Before pushing through the door to the deck, you looked back at the clock, seeing a man drinking a glass of whiskey.

Dean pulled you through the door before you had the chance to say anything to the man. You struggled balancing on the deck as the front of the boat began leaning into the icy water. People were running to get on the final boats, their screams making your heart break.

You and Dean ran to the end of the boat, struggling as the deck shook beneath you. As you reached the railing, the floor boar along the middle of the deck began to snap as the boat split into two. Your eyes began to water as you looked over at Dean, seeing the terror in his eyes.

“What do we do?!” you yelled, your voice cracking as fear overtook you.

“We stay alive! Cas will be here soon!” he replied, his fingers shaking.

As the boat began sinking into the depths of the water, you moved to the other side of the railing; preparing to jump when the boat went under.

The water was only meters away from you as you looked over at Dean, nodding before you both pulling yourself up. He grabbed your hand and jumped into the water as the RMS Titanic faded into the icy water.

The cold immediately covered your entire body, your hands slipping from Dean’s as the black ocean water distorted your vision. As you struggled to find the surface, Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist; pulling you towards him.

Air filled your lungs as you rose to the surface; Dean still holding you. You turned to face Dean, the cold making it difficult for you to breathe.

“We’re no-not going to ma-make it, a-are we?” you shuttered as the words escaped you. Dean’s face filled with fear as he realised this was it.

“Cas is go-gonna come, I swear… J-just hang i-in there” he replied as his heart rate began to slow. Your eyes scanned the water as you saw the hundreds of scattered people, each one fearing for their life in the freezing cold.

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for your heart to finally give out. As you let out a deep breath, a bright light stung your eyes as the water washed away.

Your eyes flew open as you collapsed to the floorboards of Bobby’s house, Sam running over to you. You continued to shake as you looked over to Dean; Cas holding him up.

“Get them in some warm water, now!” Sam yelled as he picked you up, rushing you upstairs and into the bathroom. You collapsed to the floor as he turned on the shower; Dean struggling to walk Cas zapped him to the bathroom.

Your eyes began to close as the last thing you saw being the shower water splashing against your face.

Your eyes slowly opened as you stared up at the ceiling, the light stinging your eyes. You leant up as you looked around, feeling the soft couch cushion beneath you. You looked up to see Dean standing by the kitchen bench. He immediately ran over as his eyes locked with yours.

He pulled you up from the couch as held your face between his hands. You struggled to find the right words to say, but were cut off anyway when Dean’s lips collided with yours. You melted into his arms as they wrapped around you, holding you tightly.

You took in a breath as you pulled away, staring into his green eyes. You didn’t need to say anything, instead he just held you; allowing you to hear the beat of his heart as your head rested against his chest. The feeling of him being the one thing you needed most.

Memories- Part 4- Elijah x OC x Klaus

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Part 4

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“She’s dead!” Klaus yelled.

“This is your fault!” Elijah blamed his brother. “If you weren’t too afraid to love she would still be with us, brother!”

“Enough!” Rebekah interrupted them. “Stop fighting! If you two were getting along you would have saved her yourself! Instead I had to save the woman you love for you. You should be ashamed of yourselves!”

“What did you do?” Klaus groaned.

“I gave her my blood,” she told her brother.

“When?” Elijah was confused. But then he shook his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he breathed out. “She will come back?” He was hopeful but still uncertain of Alice’s future.

“Yes, she will,” Rebekah reassured him.

“She will be a monster, like us,” Klaus looked down.

“She doesn’t have to be, Niklaus,” Elijah told him. “She doesn’t have to be like you.”

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