The shards of black glass from the tablet scattered the floor and the porcelain sink.
Charlie's heart pounded in her head.
Her hands trembled, feeling her cargo pants for the knife she had on her.
This was it. She knew she was backed into a corner.
Dean and Sam were not going to make it in time.
The door creaked open.
Adrenaline pumped through her. Her job at this point was to fight. There were no more moves, no more angles to play. There was no system to hack through.
In the eleventh hour, all she had was herself and her knife. Was this worth it?
Of course. It was worth it. This is for her family.
Thunder and lightning clapped outside the dirty windows.
"You're gonna give me what's mahn. What's mahn and my family's", He drawled. His left arm dripped water and blood, cut off and wrapped at the elbow. The rain had soaked him, saturated his clothes so that they stuck to his body. He didn't look cold. He looked deadly.
She's faced worse, though. She made it through the Leviathans. She made it through Oz. She kicked the wicked witch's ass.
She held out her knife, ready to move. Charlie's face darkened as she faced her foe. You will come out of this just fine, she told herself.
"Bring it on, bitch." She spat at him.
He lunged at her and she jumped to the side, her arm moved swiftly to drag her dagger across the side of his neck.
Blood pumped out of him, but it didn't slow him down. Her heart dropped.
She stabbed him in the side, up under his ribcage and he growled. No scream, no stumble. What were these bastards made of?
He lunged at her again, knife in hand. She slipped out around him into the bedroom of the motel. Charlie could be quick: she was smaller than him. This could play out in her favor. She knew Dean and Sam were on their way. They had her back and they'd make it in time. She had to beat the clock.
"You're a feisty little girl, aren't you?" He walked towards her, blood dully oozing out of the wound in his neck. "You can't run forever, Ms. Asimov."
Charlie walked backwards into the chair she left in the middle of the room. Fuck She lost her footing scrambling to get back up into a fighting position, sliding herself across the sidewall and knocking over a lamp.
Eldon took his momentary advantage and decreased the distance between them, running towards her. He reached out to grab the edge of her plaid shirttail, pulling her forward to punch her in the face. The back of her head hit the wall and she felt nauseous.
He hit her again. She wanted to throw up. He let her fall to the ground with that blow, giving her the opportunity to grab her dagger. She sliced into the back of his ankle, hard, and he toppled over with a guttural yell. She beat him in the face with the fallen lamp. Blood trickled out of his mouth and nose. She sighed happily and stood up straight.
Her ears prickled as her phone vibrated against the green toilet in the bathroom. She stumbled back into the tiny room, her fingers shaking against the thin plastic and glowing buttons. Dean was calling her. Her best friend. They were coming. She knew they would. After all that they had been through together she knew they would come through for her. She was gonna make it. She smiled and wiped a stray tear.
A sharp pain electrified her back.
Eldon's paws held her shoulder as he ripped his knife out of her flesh. Her knees shook and he whispered into her ear, "I told ya, girl. You can't run anymore."
He spun her around and smiled smugly at her, teeth red with blood. She spat in his face, literally this time.
He stabbed her in the stomach.
She made no noise, her mouth agape.
He stabbed her again, harder. He wanted a reaction. He wanted something from her.
She grunted.
He stabbed her again, satisfied, letting her fall backwards into the bathtub. She spat blood onto the toilet seat and bobbed her head to look up at him.
He bent down to put his hands on his knees. She glared at him, eyelids fluttering and struggling to stay open. "What is it, girl? You look like you wanna say somethin'."
She locked eyes with him and smiled, blood dripping out of her mouth.
"Heroes never die." She declared proudly.
The smile fell from his face and he scoffed.
"Bitch." She growled softly. Her head fell backwards on the tub.
Eldon threw his knife down onto the floor and turned on his heel, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he walked out of the motel room.
Charlie opened her eyes again, relieved that Eldon was gone. Who wants to spend their last moments with the person that killed them?
Fuck, her last moments. This couldn't be it.
Blood pooled in her mouth and she spat it out. The taste of iron was quickly being replenished on her tongue. She lifted her hand from her belly. The deep gashes on her stomach weren't bleeding as much as she expected. Maybe she would survive. Her new best friend Castiel could come along and work his angel magic.
She bowed her head and sobbed. Her tears left tracks on her face, the taste of salt a nice change from the taste of blood.
Her phone buzzed on the floor. It was too far to reach.
Charlie wiped the tears from her face with her free hand. She shook her hair out of her face. She wasn't going to die with tears in her eyes. That's not how it was gonna go.
"Sam!" She yelled out, her breathing labored. "Dean!"
She closed her eyes. They would be there. They promised they would be there.
"Fucking Winchesters." She whispered to herself, giggling.
When she opened her eyes, she realized she was looking at a small wooden door, with a circular window. She crawled out of it.
Everything on the outside looked too bright.
Very bright, and very green.
"Holy hallucinations, Batman."
