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Sitting on the ground opposite her, he leaned his back against a rock and stretched out his long legs. “So this love of yours, was he another prince? Rich and stupid?” He put his arms behind his head as though he was totally relaxed, but Y/N knew better.

“No. He was a farm boy.” Her tone grew wistful, and she got a sad look in her eye. “Poor and perfect, with eyes like the sea after a storm.” With a snap, she returned to the present. “On the high seas your ship attacked, and the Dreadpirate Roberts never takes prisoners.”

He grinned coldly. “I can’t afford to make exceptions, sweetheart.”

“You mock my pain!” she snapped angrily, wishing she had a gun to shoot him with.

“Life IS pain, princess. Anyone who tells you different is selling something,” Getting to his feet, he stands over her, but she refuses to look at him.

“I think I remember your farm boy.  This would be around five years ago, maybe? Does it bother you to talk about him?” he asks. She doesn’t respond.

 Y/N has a faraway look in her eyes, her mind awash in memories of her first love. “Nothing you could say would upset me,” she says with quiet dignity, seeming every inch a princess.

The man in black stood with his arms crossed, looking out at the sea. “He died with honor, that should please you. No crying or trying to bribe me.  He simply said ‘please I need to live.” He looked at her for a moment. “It was the please that I remember. I asked him what was worth living for. ‘True Love.’ he told me”.

Princess Y/N glared at him, and their eyes locked for a moment. “Then he talked about a girl of incomparable beauty and faithfulness. I guess he meant you. You should thank me,” he said dismissively.

“For what?” Y/N whispered.

The man in black sneered at her. “For putting him out of his misery before he found out what you really are.”

The princess stood up suddenly, moving until she and the man were practically chest to chest. “And what am I?” She said darkly.

“He went on and on about how faithful you were. So tell me, when you found out he was gone, did you get engaged to your prince that same day, or did you wait a whole week out of respect for the dead?” The eyes behind the mask were practically burning with fury as he towered over the princess.

“You mocked me once, never do it again!” Y/N yelled in his face. “I died that day!”

The sound of approaching horses caused the man in black to whirl around quickly, his back to Y/N.

 “You can die too for all I care!” she shrieked as she gave him a hard shove, and he lost his balance, tumbling end over end, down the hillside.

“Aaaaassssss   yyyyyooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuu    wwwwwwwiiiiiiiissshhhh.” echoed across the hillside from the man in black as he fell.

Instantly, Y/N looked horrified. “Oh, my sweet Dean! What have I done?” Without a care for her own safety, the princess threw herself down the side of the hillside after Dean.

The terrain was rough and rocky, and Dean’s mask flew off as he landed in a heap at the bottom, with Y/N landing not far from him

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“Disappeared.” Prince Lucifer said to his companion, Count Azazel. “He must have seen us closing in and panicked.  “If I’m wrong, and I’m never wrong, they are headed right for the fire swamp.”

With a wave of his hand, Count Azazel ordered the horses forward, and they took off at a gallop.

Dean opened his eyes, and quickly scrambled over to where Y/N lay on her back, the wind knocked out of her. He slid his arms around her and they stared at each other for a long moment. He drank her face, finally able to see her unobscured without the mask.

“Can you move?” he asked nervously.

“You’re alive! If you want I can fly!” she told him, her voice raw with emotion as they embraced.