So this is what it feels like to die.
On my hands and knees crawling through a pool of my own blood, over a hard, jagged surface of old and long unused asphalt covered in broken glass that cut into my palms and legs as the rain hammered down, soaking through my clothes making every movement I made feel heavy and useless.
A dull metallic taste now coating the inside of my mouth, I'd been hit over the head with a metal pole and let me tell you it hurt like a bitch!
I didn't see it coming.
One minute I was stood at the front entrance of this old abandoned warehouse where I'd been earlier that day looking for any sign of that asshole demon who tried to kill me, now I was supposed to be meeting the Winchesters there.
The next thing I heard a low whistling sound then crunch, the back of my head felt like it exploded as my face smacked into the ground affectively braking my fall, I busted my lip up pretty bad and the left side of my face felt like it had been shredded. I shook my head and tried to get my bearings my ears rang and my head spun, I managed to get onto my back looking up at the dark cloud filled sky as the heavens poured rain down onto the earth. Again from nowhere like some silent assassin the pole came down towards me but this time I saw it and rolled out of the way jumping to my feet and facing my attacker, half bent over with my hair all over the place so I could just see while holding onto the back of my head with my right hand my left grasped my knee for some support. Problem was there wasn't anyone there I was alone, breathing heavily from the suddenness of my attack drenched by the damn rain and now covered in mud and bleeding.
I spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up straight taking in a deep breath and made a circle on the spot taking in the quiet, what the hell just happened here? Did Sam or Dean actually just hit me? If so where the hell did they go? and why didn t I hear the Impala? I ran my fingers through my hair trying to move the now matted mess out of my face, the lights that hung off the side of the building flickered and the wind blew hard then stopped dead. That's when I heard it, the sound of several heavy paws padding the ground the low rumble of several growls coming up from their chests then ear piercing barks, one after another then another. That s when I knew, there was only one thing I could do and that was run!
There was no way in hell I could stand and fight those ugly sons of a bitches, 1 hell hound maybe but not 4. I could see their hot breath turning into clouds of steam in the freezing air as they came around the corner, I rolled my eyes and let out a huge sigh, this is all I need...
Not!
I turned on the balls of my feet and fled as fast and far as I could get towards the back end of the warehouse, I made a hard left almost losing my footing and skidded straight into a rusty old dumpster banging my right shoulder hard, making it go numb as I continued to run. The problem with running away from hell hounds when your just wanted rather than being a damned soul being collected is, you can't see them!
So how the heck do you know where they are?
At that point in time I couldn't give a shit I found a high broken half boarded window and jumped through it, quickly ducking down underneath the sill covering my mouth with both hands trying to steady my erratic breathing as my heart pounded in my chest like it was trying to break free from my rib cage. Once I had composed myself enough I took my parka off and searched the pockets for my cell, I stayed low and alert as the hounds approached outside sniffing the air and the wall between us, I found my phone and quietly sat back down wrapping my left arm around my legs dialling Sam's number then holding the phone to my ear as I looked up towards the opening I had just come tumbling through, the phone went right to busy tone I looked down at the screen, no signal.
Fuck!
The hounds gave up and seemed to go back the way they came, I couldn t hear them outside anymore, but there's no way I m going back out there to find out either.
I tried Dean's phone, but again no signal, I stood up and put my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, brushed myself down and slowly crept into what looked like an old stock room, there were huge metal shelving units as far as I could see, reaching at least 20 feet into the air all in rows still full with old dusty boxes, shrink wrapped stacked and packed tightly. The smell of years and years worth of dust and damp from the water stained floor stuck to the inside of my nose, yuk.
I looked up to the asbestos filled metal sheeted roof as the sound of the rain bouncing off of it intensified and water came in through holes at the rusted joints of the steel rafters. It was quiet in here, to quiet the only sounds I could clearly hear were the sound of my boots as a slowly walked ,water running down the shelves and then dripping onto the ground making huge puddles. I made my way up the isle I had found myself down cautiously I slowly peeked out from the end and looked left then right before moving on towards the isle in front of me, I made my way down that isle a little quicker than the last again peeking around before moving on to the next isle.
I made it to the end of the third isle when I heard slow clapping. I looked behind me but there wasn't anyone there I then leaned forward looking left no one, then right and at the end of the long rows of shelves by a fire escape door stood a woman, she was 5'9 wearing jeans a shirt and a caramel coloured leather biker jacket. I came out from my dusty hiding place and went towards her at normal pace, each time I passed by the long open isles, I swear in my puerperal vision I saw black shadows following me.
I got so far and she stopped clapping and stared at me with black eyes and a sick smile.
"So glad I found you, your sisters will be happy for you to finally join them." she said.
"My sisters are dead, some freak with black eyes bled them dry in some BS ritual." The woman laughed and came a couple of steps closer to me.
"Don t worry child, you'll be with them soon." I took a step back shaking my head.
"I don t think so, Sam and Dean wi..."
"Will what? The Winchesters don't even know where you are, so I'm very doubtful that they're going to help you."
My heart sank, how could I of been so stupid?
It all made sense now I shook my head at the realisation that I d been tricked into leaving the motel. A sick laugh came from the woman as I backed off then turned and ran.
"SICK HER BOYS!"
Loud barks and the sound of fast approaching paws came from behind me, I almost made it to the other side of the building but tripped and fell flat on my face, that's when I felt hot rancid breath on my feet and ankles and the excruciating pain that went right up my body as 3 sets of sharp fang like teeth wrapped around the lower half of my legs and dragged me backwards, I tried to grab onto the bottom of the shelves as I fought against the invisible beasts, they stopped pulling me a quarter of the way to claw at my torso and chew at my limbs. I bit down on my bottom lip to the point that it also bled, so I couldn't give that sick bitch the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
They grabbed my feet again and dumped me in front of the black eyed bitch, who then crouched down beside me and grabbed a fistful of my hair lifting my head up to her face.
"Such a shame we have to kill you, you were so beautiful.." she smirked then licked my face from my chin up over my jaw then over my cheek and eye. I growled then spat in her face.
"Screw you!"
She let go of my hair and got up, wiping away the blood stained spit she shook her head with half a smile and tossed her dark mahogany hair over her shoulder.
"For your sake, you better not had been screwing around." she kicked me hard in the ribs. I rolled onto that side holding them with a slight squeal.
"I need you pure!" she said with venom through gritted teeth.
"Other wise the ritual won't work, and we can't have that now can we?" My side throbbed and blood dripped from the deep lacerations, those evil mutts claws had done some damage but I could still move, if only I could just manage to get to that door.
The woman stood over me and eyed me up like I was a piece of meat, she even licked her lips which caused me to go cold and goose pimply and not in a good way either, I felt sick to my stomach.
"Get up, I want to see the rest of you." I looked up at her and shook my head.
"Go to hell!"
"Sweetheart I've been there done that, my master sent me here to secure his release, which is why you are going to get... up..." she kicked me hard in the ribs again forcing me to roll onto my stomach, again I bit my lip so I wouldn t cry out. She continued to kick me each time she spoke I managed to roll as far as the fire door, that's when she stopped her assault and walked back to the spot where I had been left by her demonic pets. Tisk tisk, we can t have this go to waste All of a sudden she had some kind of flask in her hand, it was the same size as a standard hip flask but a little wider in depth the lid looked like it was made from a precious stone the rest was defiantly made of silver, with a gothic pattern carved into it. She removed the lid crouched down next to the blood and placed the flask at the edge of the large red puddle, I managed to get up and sit back on my heels looking over to where that sadistic bitch was now collecting the blood that had come from my wounds, I shuddered as the thick red liquid began to move into the flask, leaving no trace of ever being spilled.
I snapped out of the trace I was falling into found my feet ran for the fire door grabbed the handle and pushed the heavy reinforced steel door with what strength I had left went through and slammed it shut, finding myself back outside in the torrential rain looking around for an escape route as I became soaked from head to toe. Moving my hair out of eyes and deciding to go left towards the front of the warehouse, maybe the Impala will be there, maybe Sam and Dean did know where I am, maybe just maybe they would be here to help me get the hell away from that warped individual that had a thing for my blood.
I made it to the deserted parking lot where all this crap had started, I stopped running buckled over holding onto my knees as I desperately gasped for air, my ribs ached my head pounded and to make things worse I was alone, the Winchesters were nowhere to be seen, not even that damn black 1967 Chevrolet Impala was anywhere to be seen.
That was the moment I realised all hope was lost, there was no way in the state I was in, that I could get back to the motel to get help. My eyes burned as tears began to gather at the corners then run down my face, my body shook violently from the blood loss and from the cold. I took my cell from my back pocket and looked at the screen, it still worked?
I wasted no time the signal was back I just dialled the last number I had tried to call earlier and put the phone to my ear, it rang and rang and rang then finally went to voice mail, the sound of Dean's husky tone would be one of the last things I would hear, I left a message as a demonic growl came from behind me, I turned to see a pair of red glowing eyes staring at me and a set of huge teeth covered in thick translucent goo which dripped from the ugly bastards mouth, then I remembered there were only 3 hounds that had mauled me inside the warehouse number 4 must have been on guard duty.
Shit!
I dropped my cell and backed away, I could see it now a black dog a good 7 feet long and 4 feet tall with razor sharp claws and nasty breath, its short matted fur shone in the dim lights that hung from the warehouse, its muscles flexed as it readied itself I saw no point in running anymore, I stood my ground closing my eyes taking in one more breath then whispering one final prayer as the monster made its move...
"FAITH!"