Ok, so some info before you read. Can't go in there without knowing the facts, or it's gonna be pretty confusing. This is before any seasons with angels. They don't know pretty much anything about them; Dean doesn't even believe in God. Of course, this is after John died so he won't be in here as far as I know. I think that really covers the basics here other than bear with me. It won't be exactly true to the supernatural shows because this is Fanfiction and I have been granted the power of a free-will typrewriter, but it'll be pretty close detail wise. This is a pretty short chapter, but I wanted to see how this goes before I get too attached to the story. Please tell me what you think, or if you have any questions. This is my first Fanfiction so I would love to know how it's going. Enjoy
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"Sammy!" Dean's voice bounced off the concrete walls of the warehouse as Sam went flying into a pile of rebar. The metal crashed to the ground, taking Sam's prone body with it. The demon turned to Dean, red lips turning up into a sadistic smile. Dean brought up the sawed-off shotgun, fully intending to blast the bitch with as many cases of iron bullets that he could to try and buy them more time, but the gun went flying from his hands.
"Now Dean. If you wanted things to move faster, all you had to do was ask baby," she tsked. The smile dropped from her face, and her eyes turned black as she sent Dean flying into the wall and mentally held him there.
Dean choked as his airway was suddenly closed off. His limbs fought against her control hopelessly. One glance at Sam showed he was still out for the count.
'So this is it then,' he thought to himself. 'This is how I'm going to die.' Black spots danced around his vision while blood pounded mercilessly in his head. His lungs screamed for the oxygen it would never taste again. Suddenly, the pressure was gone and Dean flopped to the ground bonelessly.
The blonde stared at the sight before him. The demon was fighting with someone. He couldn't see her face because her back was towards him, but he could see the impressive black wings tucked tightly into her body. Wait, wings? What was this: some kind of illusion? He had to be unconscious right? That's it. He was just hallucinating.
But it sure felt real. The demon and the…the thing kept battling, matching one another punch for punch until suddenly the newcomer grabbed the wrist of the demon in one hand, and with her other hand touched its head, and that was all it took before black was spewing out of the demon's host's body.
Dean blinked rapidly a few times, but the darkness was creeping around his vision again. The winged thing turned around, and Dean caught a glimpse of brown hair and green eyes before everything went dark.