Hellhound on my Trail
Chapter Two
Lizzie sat alone in the run down motel room later that same day. Sam and Dean had gone out to get something to eat for dinner, as she stared at the threadbare carpet while sitting moodily on Sam's bed.
She had less than thirty hours before her deal came due, and she was continuing to feel increasingly frightened.
She sighed as she closed her eyes. "Castiel?" she said. "I um, I really need to talk to you, so if you've got a moment….''
There was a soft fluttering of wings, as Lizzie looked behind her to see her friend, Castiel, standing near the window. "Hello, Lizzie," he said in his gravelly voice. "Hi," said Lizzie. "I heard your call," said Castiel. "Is something wrong?
"Not really," said Lizzie untruthfully. Castiel narrowed his gaze at her. Lizzie sighed again. "I've got less than thirty hours before my deal comes due, and to be honest, Cas, I'm scared."
"I don't blame you,'' said Castiel, smiling. "Sam has done all he could to keep me from going to Hell, but so far, none of his attempts have worked."
Castiel was looking bewilderedly at Lizzie. "I thought Crowley said that if you tried to get out of your deal, Sam would die, and he would keep your soul,"
Lizzie smiled. "You heard right," she said. "But he loves me enough to at least try and save me regardless of the rules,"
"I see," said Castiel. "What did you want to talk to me about?" "I just realized how precious life is that's all," said Lizzie as she gave another heavy sigh. "You know? Before I made this deal, I – I was confident that I would live a long life, Sam and I would marry, start a family, grow old together, but now…." Tears had come to Lizzie's eyes as she hastily wiped them away. "Now, I have to accept that we won't have any of those things, because of a stupid decision I made!"
"Oh, I wouldn't call what you did stupid, Lizzie," said Castiel, smiling at her. "Oh?" asked Lizzie. "What would you call me giving up my own soul for Sam?" "A great and noble sacrifice," said Castiel.
Lizzie shrugged, not looking altogether certain that what Castiel was saying was true. "I gave up my own life," she said. "Just so Sam could have his soul back, when both you and Crowley said that it would be too dangerous to put it back into his body….."
"He seems to be handling it well," said Castiel. "Oh, here, before you go…" Lizzie reached into the pocket of her jacket and took out a bracelet that was made of craft floss in different shades of blue. Across the top were little lettered beads spelling out CASTIEL.
"I made this for you," said Lizzie. "It's a friendship bracelet, and it has your name on it, see?" Castiel took the bracelet and gazed at it, he looked flattered at the prospect that Lizzie had made it for him.
"Thank you," he said. Lizzie smiled. "Think of it as a final good-bye," she said. Castiel looked at Lizzie, he had a strange expression on his face. "Oh, Lizzie," he said, his bright blue eyes brimming with tears.
"Don't," said Lizzie as she handed him a Kleenex. "Everyone has done all they could to help me, it's too late to do anything more, just – thank you so much, Cas!"
"For what?" asked Castiel. "I just feel – so grateful that I got to know you for as long as I did," "You still have around thirty hours, why are you telling me this right now?" asked Castiel. "Because this might be the last time I get to talk to you," said Lizzie.
Castiel nodded, showing that he understood. "Thank you for the bracelet, Lizzie," he said. There was a soft fluttering of wings, and Castiel disappeared.