Authors note- New story time! I am getting ready to be shelling out some new stories because sadly my older stories are coming to an end... :( But with death of old comes new so I hope you enjoy these stories as much as you did the last! Be on the look out for some Supernatural, TMNT, Avengers, and maybe a prequel to The hawk and the moon! So Here is this story for you Supernatural fans! I do not own anything.
Fast cars, alcohol, cigarettes, sin in general that's what I live for. I wouldn't say I go around looking for it constantly like a drug, but I do enjoy it. The sweet smell of lust and envy burn like smoke from a fire in every direction I walk. I felt something stare at me from the corner of my eye so I turned to inspect it. The dark charcoal walls were silent besides for the beating of my heart. I rubbed off the uneasy feelings and continued down the dark, creaking corridor. Another smell besides that of sin filled my nose, metallic sickly blood.
"That's different." I crouched down and wiped my hand across the floor. When I picked it up I saw a reddish brown streak staining my hand. I pressed a finger to the tip of my tongue before spitting it out and making a face. The coppery taste of the substance concluded my suspicions that was in fact blood, but from who or what?
"Very different indeed." I whispered while wiping off the blood on my navy jeans. I heard small padded feet scurry behind me in a animal like fashion. I quickly turned around with my flash light pointed in the sounds direction. A dark shadow flashed across the ground and I slowly walked toward it. Down the hallway I found it opened up into a much larger room. It had tool racks and bookshelves on the surrounding walls with various assortments of different peculiar items. I stood their for a minute but heard the same scurrying feet. I whipped around before seeing a rat the size of a cat sneak attacked my face.
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I let out a shriek before running around and throwing the rat off. I pulled out my pistol from the back of my jeans and shot at the creature.
"Take that stupid little bastard!" The rat was nothing more then a ragged out carcass when I finished firing. I put the gun away in the waistband of jeans and noticed something on my hands. I tried walking to a mirror on the wall but found myself running into a wall. The feeling of a thousand hot pins began to dance on my skin as I scrambled to figure out what was happening. I kicked up some dust from the wooden floorboards of the room and noticed white paint on the ground. Uncovering more of the paint I discovered what I was standing on.
"A freaking devils trap! Come on!" Knowing now I was going to be there for a while I sat down on the ground thinking about a way of escape. A pipe sat a little to the right of circle and I thought if there was any hope of escape it was it. I concentrated on a loose bolt for the better half of five minutes before a single steady drip drop of water trickled onto the painted circle. My legs were criss crossed like a school child's as I watched the steady fall of drops.
"I'm going to die in here!" I yelled to the unseen presence in the sky. The thousand pin pain began to feel more like fire ants stinging me. I peeled off my leather jacket trying to find relief from the fire, but only saw more deep searing marks.
"Please someone?" Breathing heavily I curled up in the devils trap and just watched as the steady rhythm hypnotized me. I closed my eyes to steady drip drops and fire on my skin.
A immeasurable amount of time had past when I opened my eyes. The water had quit dripping, but the devils trap was still sealed.
"Shit." Rubbing my eyes I looked around and saw everything was how it was when I closed my eyes. I tried making the water start dripping again, but it was all tapped out. I pinched the bridge of my nose and decided to accept my fate of a long eternity trapped in the dark, dank warehouse. Tapping my fingers on the wood I pondering how many was I could try and kill myself I heard someone rustling around down the hall. I stayed quiet hoping whoever or whatever it was would leave.
"I will check over here Dean."
"Damn." I whispered before I saw young man enter the room with a gun in his hands. He had semi-long brown hair and was quite a bit taller then me. He had hazel green eyes and a very unique smell. Most people I meet smell of the everyday grime of human life. Envy, guilt, lust, all the human emotions and desires giving them a certain smell. He on the other hand smelt of something far more closer to home. I took this as a sign maybe he would help me.
"Dean, I got something here!" He shifted his gun toward me and didn't step any closer.
"I'm coming Sammy." Another voice called, I panicked and backed away from him.
"Let me out... uh Sam, that's your name right?" I said getting up in the circle.
"Don't talk to him demon bitch." Said that same strong, harsh voice Sam was talking to.
"Who are you calling a demon bitch?" I lashed back to the new man. He smelled of booze, blood, and all the different types sin mixed with something else. Something powerful and bright almost like heaven. He pulled out a knife that I seemed familiar, but when he came after me with it I freaked out.
"Sam!" I called but it was to late and I felt the cold steel hit my hot flesh. Between the knife and my skin being already on fire I couldn't bear it. This Dean character stepped in the wet paint and gave me the chance of escape. I grabbed the knife and used my strength to wrench it out. I tried to run, but Dean grabbed my arm and I fell out of the circle with a large thud.
"Dean wait!" Sam called out, but I had finally felt the fire on my skin subside and now I was ready to fight. Sam was the one who came to my side first and felt my fury. I turned over and used my power to blind both him and Dean before making my escape.
"Freaking flashed bombed us!"
"There she is!" I ran through warehouse then out onto the asphalt street. Running down the alleyway I slipt and fell, but wasted no time getting up because I could hear the heavy footsteps of Sam and Dean behind me. I zipped by a corner my heart racing as I watched them run past to look for me. My gut wrenched as I tried to catch my breath and calm down. My fingers searched across my belly till I felt the deep gash left by the knife. I raised my hand and saw sickly blackish red fluid on my fingers. Usually a flesh wound like this would have healed by itself, but for some reason it wasn't healing.
"Why me?" I whispered as tears fell down my face and I sinked down to the ground. I took off my jacket then my ripped a piece of my tank top off trying to wipe the blood away. Every time I touched it the pain of a hot spike shot my body and I would stop to wince.
"Here let me help." I heard a flapping of wings then a voice. I reached for my gun, but found out I dropped it when Dean pushed me to the ground. The voices owner moved toward me. His blue eyes and trench coat covered up the true form I knew.
"No, I dont need any help not from your kind."
"Anasitriel, I only want to fix your wound." He put his hand on the gash and I swatted it away.
"It's Ana."
"I knew someone by that name." He put his hand on my cut and I began to squirm uncontrollably until he finished healing me. I brushed his hand off and stood up wobbling before almost falling flat on my face. He grabbed me and let me lean against his chest. Hearing the steady beat of his heart gave me comfort, but his smell and touch put me on edge. I pushed away my eyes filled with anger.
"Thank you Castiel." Turning on my heel I rushed to leave but he caught my sleeve.
"We could use you Anasitriel." His blue eyes stared deep into my soul and I felt his angelic power burn through his hand on my skin.
"Brother if heaven really needed me they wouldn't have kicked me out and fed me to the wolves. They just used me, just like they are going to use countless others. Now when the end is upon us not me or any when else they screwed over is going to give a damn." I shrugged off his hand before pulling up my leather jackets collar. Even though I couldn't see him I knew those blue eyes burned holes in my back so I called one last thing to him.
"Thanks for remembering my name Castiel, at least one of the angels care enough not to forget."
"You find her yet Sam?" Dean called to his brother while looking around an alleyway. Sam walked to his brother wiping sweat from his forehead and shook his head.
"Damn."
"I still can't believe she's not dead." Dean said staring at the knife in his hand. He put the knife back in the waist band of his pants before heading off with Sam to the Impala. After a short drive to get a bite to eat and go back to the motel Dean sat staring at the knife that was still stained a sickly black color from the woman's blood. Sam was on his laptop looking for anything that might explain how come the demon survived the knife.
"There's nothing on here about any other creatures being stuck in devil's traps."
"So all we know is some super powered demon is running loose." Dean said irritated and got up to get another beer.
"Maybe you should call Cas."
"It's worth a try." Dean put his hands together before separating them and looking up to the roof of the small motel room.
"Castiel, it's me Dean and I have a question about some super powered demon." Dean stopped when he heard a rustling of wings behind him.
"What do you mean super powered?" Castiel said tilting his head in confusion.
"I mean I ganked the bitch with ruby's knife and she lived." Dean said after picking up the knife then throwing it back on the bed.
"When?"
"After investigating that warehouse for the other hunters. She was stuck in the devils trap, but when Dean stabbed her she rolled it off and ran." Sam said recalling everything that happened earlier.
"What did this demon look like?"
"She had black and blonde hair, a little shorter then me, average body build." Dean said trying to recall every little detail of her. There was one thing he didn't say that he couldn't quite put his finger on. A small detail any normal person might forget if they were not paying enough attention, but he was a hunter and his life depended on noticing the little details. "She had weird eyes, they didn't match one was blue the other a was like a amber and gold, like fire."
"Oh." Was all Castiel replied. His eyes wandered down to the ground as he began to think of the woman he helped. He knew the Winchester brothers were the ones who had hurt her, but decided not giver her that information. Neither did he want the Winchesters to know who she was, it was better for both parties that they didn't get mixed up.
"That's it, oh?" Dean said looking at his stoic friend. Cas looked up from the ground and answered his friend in a very flat tone.
"I will investigate it, when I find anything I will tell you immediately." With a rustling sound of wings he was gone leaving a very confused Sam and Dean.
"I guess that's it. We can move on to the next case I guess."
"Where?"
"Alliance, Nebraska."
I checked into a cheap motel room after my run in with those crazy hunters and Castiel. I stripped off my leather jacket and ruined tank top before heading to the bathroom. I slipped off the rest of my clothes and took a cold shower to scrub off any remaining blood. I finished and wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way to the bed. A small piece of paper that I didn't notice before caught my eye and I went to inspect it. It had only two words on it that I read aloud.
"Alliance, Nebraska?"
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