Sam and Dean ran into the room knocking down the door.
"Please! don't kill me!" I screamed bursting into tears. I collapsed on the hotel room floor, looking down at the blood. Sam ran over and held the knife to my neck. "Please!" I yelled.
"Wait." Dean said, he walked over to me, his face close to mine. he stared in my eyes, I could see the anger behind them. The rage he had in his eyes from looking at me, disgusted at my demon face. If a demon was what I was. Truly, I was a demon, but an outcast. I disobeyed, I always had them coming after me and trying to kill me. I tried with every bit of humanity left in me to not kill a human and to not to Lucifer's bidding. But with everything, I sometimes slipped.
Now as for the blood all around me, it was not human. The blood around me came from 12 demons that tracked me down and tried to kill me, I used my own knife to kill them, one of few like Sam and Deans.
"Please, I didn't kill anyone. They were demons! I'm not bad! please believe me!" I said, my voice cracked as I screamed. I couldn't stop crying no matter how hard I tried.
"How do I know your not lying?" Dean asked.
"you don't, but I'm begging you to believe me. I don't want to kill anyone!"
Dean relaxed from his stiff angry face, he sighed and took a step back away from. he signaled Sam to let me go and he did. I felt such relief, I took a deep breath, surprised they actually believed me. I was surprised I wasn't dead, surprised that they even let me explain.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"My Name is Danielle, I'm a demon. but I have disobeyed Lucifer's orders and he sent demons to kill me. He has been trying to kill me for months now." I answered.
"Why did you disobey him?" Sam asked. I turned around and looked at him, his expression hard to read. both surprised and in shock, anger, and something else. a strange face he made.
"Because I don't want to kill people, in fact sometimes I wish I was human. I don't agree with his plans, and I want him dead." I answered. Sam looked at the ground, and I turned back to Dean.
"You killed all these Demons on your own?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I did. it wasn't easy. but I'm pretty strong. I was one of Lucifer's strongest, that was why he was so mad when I ran off."
"Interesting." Dean said. after that it was silence, a part of me was scared. what if they turned around and decided to kill me?
"Danielle?" a voice said from beside me. I looked over at a man, it took me a second but I soon recognized him.
"Castiel…" I said. he look slightly confused, slowly he walked to me. I stood strong, showing no weakness. he placed his hands on the sides of my face and closed his eyes, I felt half unconscious, my eyes unwilling rolling into the back of my head. suddenly I was back, he put his hands to his sides.
"Hmph." He was silent after that, he looked over at Dean, then to Sam. quietly he let out a long drawn out sigh. "She is telling the truth, Danielle is greatly wanted by Lucifer."
"I was contemplating it, you cant ever really trust a demon. Some of us have had our fair share of that." Dean said glancing at Sam.
"You can trust her." Castiel said. Dean looked at Castiel, surprised at the words coming from him.
"You sure about that Cas?" Dean said.
"Are you questioning me?" Castiel said looking unhappy with Dean. Dean scoffed and then looked back at me. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could say anything I was in a different room, a different place. It was a small Motel room, two full sized beds and a bathroom. old cracked paint job and a dirty stained carpet, the hideous floral curtains that didn't match the décor.
"You can stay here for the night." Castiel offered.
"oh no I don't need to do that, I'm fine on my own. I can take care of myself." I said.
"No I want to keep you here, Were not done with you." Castiel said.
"Wait, She is staying here?" Sam asked.
"Yeah thanks for asking if that was ok Cas." Dean said annoyed. Castiel looked at Dean and then quickly appeared in front of him.
"Stop acting like a child and get over whatever you have against her, we can trust her." Castiel said getting in Deans face. Castiel then disappeared, I looked at the two brothers. I felt unwanted, but completely understood why I was.
"Im sorry, I don't want to intrude or be here. And I don't know what to do but I don't want to you to hate me. So I'm sorry." I said, I sat down in a small chair over by the corner. Dean walked over to me, and crouched down and looked into my eyes.
"No, I'm sorry. I don't ever trust demons. but if Cas trusts you. then I trust you. And you havent given me a reason to hate you."
"Its ok, and I understand why you wouldn't trust demons, I don't trust them either." I said, I half way grinned at the irony of what I was saying. but Dean seamed to enjoy my faint humor to. he stood back up and walked over to Sam, they started talking. I could have listened but I didn't feel. I drowned it out, as curious as I was. I wanted to feel safe, if that is a mistake. Then maybe dying wouldn't be so bad. but out of nowhere Castiel appeared in front of me, he looked down at me and held his hand out. with uncertainty I grabbed it. next thing I know I was in a dark room in what looked like some abandoned house.
"Why am I here? I asked. Castiel looked into my eyes, piercing them, I couldn't move. I just stared into his eyes.
"Hell wants you dead." he said.
"Well I kinda knew that." I said confused.
"But Heaven does to, There are Angels looking for you." he said stepping closer to me, still holding onto my hand.
"Why does Heaven want me dead?" I asked. a part of it made sense, but at the same time it was weird.
"Im not exactly sure, but they hate you. And if its God telling them this or if it's the Angels own agenda either way you need to look out. now I have done something so they cant track you, but they can still find you." he answered.
"oh, thank you. but why are you doing all this for me?" I asked.
"Because I believe you can help us save the world." He answered. I felt flattered at his high hopes in me, but there was no way I could help them. After all I'm just a demon.
"I don't understand, what is this?" he asked me confused.
"what is what?" I asked confused myself.
"This feeling." he said, he continued to stare into my eyes. "I know I can trust you, but its not just knowing. I can…feel it. Inside of me. I don't understand." he said.
"I don't know." I replied.