You were beaten, quite literally. Erin took the pleasure to beat you bloody.

He kept dragging his knife over your arms, legs and chest area. He sliced through your clothing, until every article of clothing was ripped.

You looked at him, sticking your tongue. He didn't bother to put the rag back in. He 'liked the way you hissed in pain'.

"You won't achieve anything by hurting me." You laughed, harshly. Erin looked at you, almost laughing.

"The hell I can. When you're dead, your precious Dean will be vulnerable." He smiled, dragging the knife against your cheek.

"Oh, I don't think I will." Dean, Sam, and Cas burst into the warehouse. You smiled, but this smile turned into a frown once you felt a growing pain in your stomach.

"You... stabbed me? I didn't think you would?" Erin smirked as you had a knife in your stomach. You heard Dean yell, as Castiel ran over to you. You knew you couldn't be saved.

Dean shot Erin, and ran over to you. "(Y/N)! Come on. You can't die." Dean yelled, shaking your dimming body.

"Dean, it's okay. I had a good run." You held a hand to Deans cheek as the light dimmed fully from your eyes.

***

Yes, bad ending. I am just really tired, and sick of my friends fighting.

but anywho, I AM TAKING REQUESTS