If These Wings Could Fly

"You're telling me that the oldest, most powerful demon of Lucifer's is after me?" Elena's frightened voice drowned out the sound of the pouring rain. Dean gathered her face in his hands, the gold in his hazel eyes blending smoothly into forest green. The comfort that knowledge once provided her now left a pang in her heart. "We'll protect you." He swore. "But what if you can't?"