I return back to the motel room, feeling disgusting and violated.
I appear there to see Gabriel lounging on one of the beds, watching tv, a glass of whiskey in his hand. When he sees me he smiles and gets up, placing the glass down on the bedside table and gets up.
But then he properly looks at me, and he sees my dishevlled hair, my damp cheeks and the redness round my wrists. His eyes widen as he races over too me.
"Woah Katherine, what the hell happened too you?" I open my mouth but no words come out, and my legs feel like they're about to give way. Gabriel senses this and grabs me by the waist and sits me down on the nearest chair. He goes back over to the bedside table, picks up the glass of whiskey and hands it too me. My senses now a little numb, I tip most of the liquid into my mouth and swallow it. It burns a little but I don't care right now. Gabriel kneels down in front of me, his hand on my thigh. I stare down at him with glassy vision, knowing I'm about to cry again.
"Come on Katherine don't cry, please, tell me what happened."
I swallow hard and bite my lip, a tear escaping down my cheek.
"I did something terrible, Gabriel. I can't tell you what." He grasps my thigh firmly.
"You can tell me anything, you know that."
I finish of the rest of the whiskey and can't meet him in the eye anymore.
"I had sex with a Demon."
His eyes widen and his jaw almost hits the floor. I stare down at my feet now, avoiding his eyes. I hear him sigh.
"Oh God Katherine. Why would you do that?"
I shrug and place the glass next to the chair on the floor.
"I have no idea. I guess I wasn't thinking straight."
He gets up and I watch him pace in front of me, his hand slideing through his hair. His facial expression seems very worried. He stops pacing and looks at me.
"You do know if Michael finds out about this then he'll take your grace from you?"
I nodd slowly.
"I realise Gabriel."
I get up off the chair and stand in front of him.
"I need to go have a shower, I feel..." I trail off and leave him standing there.
I let the warm water seep over my body, scrubbing at my skin furiously, trying to wash away all evidence of Dean Winchester.
That night me and Gabriel don't really talk, and I just lie in bed, thinking about what I'd done. I could feel Gabriels gaze on me often, and I felt like he was inwardly judging me, and I hated the thought of it.
The next morning Gabriel leaves and doesn't bother telling me where hes going this time. I snuggle into the blankets, searching for comfort wherever I can find it. I really wish I could sleep, It would at least blot out the images for a few hours.
I sigh and get up, and stretch myself, making my wrists ache at the simple action. I wait for Gabriel to return, but by nightfall I can't wait any longer, and decide to go and look for him.
I teleport myself to a deserted carpark behind the nearest bar, hopeing to catch him in the bar. We need to talk, and now. I look around the deserted car park, when theres coughing from behind me.
I spin around and Meg is on her knees, blood dripping from her mouth. I rush over and kneel down next to the Demon.
"Meg, what happened to you?"
She coughs up more blood, and laughs thickly, staring up at me.
"Crowley happened, thats what. You said you would protect me."
I sigh, actually feeling concern for the Demon. What on earth was happening to me lately?
"I cannot protect you if you keep dangling yourself out there like a worm on a hook, can I?"
She wipes her mouth on the back of her sleeve and stands up, wobbly on her feet. I get up to and I hear someone else approach. I slip my archangel blade out of my belt and get ready to fight.
It's a Demon who I don't recognise, grinning like a mad man at me and then glancing on Meg. He wags his finger at her and tuts.
"The King is wondering were you managed to escape to. Wait till her finds out you've been consorting with Angels." He smirks and vanishes again. Meg groans next to me.
"Great, just what I needed. Now he's gunna be on my ass more than ever."
I slip the Archangel back into my belt, glancing around cautiously, but it seems we're alone again. I turn to face Meg fully.
"I gave you my word I would protect you Meg, and I don't break my word. Just stay hidden as much as you can, alright?"
She grins at me and I see her teeth are stained with blood, making my stomach churn.
"yeah yeah, you know your like a unicorn right? Like my precious little Unicorn, there to protect me from harm."
I frown at her.
"Are you delirious right now?"
She laughs loudly and I realise she most likely is. I roll my eyes.
"Go, before Crowley gets here."
"Its far to late for that love."
I turn around and there Crowley is, a smug look on his face. I put my arm in front of Meg protectively, drawing out my Archangel blade once again.
I give Crowley my meanest glare, while keeping Meg behind me. After all, I had given my word to protect the Demon.
Crowley steps closer to us and I hold the blade out in front of me.
"Do not come any closer Crowley, or I will use this."
He merely snorts at me and pulls out his own archangel blade. I gulp, but stand my ground.
"Meg, get out of here."
"Whatever you say, unicorn."
I frown at the term again and glance over my shoulder, but shes already gone. I turn back to Crowley.
"So this is how it's going to be?"
He laughs darkly.
"Well, if your gunna waste your damn time protecting a whore, then yes, this is how it's gunna be."
Crowley circles me, twirling the blade in his hand. I don't take my eyes off him.
"Word on the street is, you and Dean Winchester are getting pretty tight. I would love to see how your superiors react to that Katherine."
I stare him down and smirk.
"Well, you will not have chance to tell them, once I am finished with you Crowley."
Suddenly he lunges for me, the blade thrust towards my heart. I dodge him quickly and shove the blade through his shoulder, and he drops to his knees in pain. But it doesn't kill him, which I was not expecting to happen, and he smacks me across the face with the back of his hand and I stumble to the floor, him now standing over me.
"You will regret that you Angelic Scum!"
I prop myself up on my elbows as Crowley rips the blade from his shoulder and throws it on the ground were I can't reach it. Crowley rubs his shoulder then grasps the blade in his hand and lunges again for me, but I roll out of the way and the blade hits the solid concrete. I get to my feet and scramble for my blade, but I'm pulled back by my hair. I scream and now theres an archangel blade right against my heart. My heartbeat thrums in my ears and I stiffen immediately. I feel Crowley laugh and pull the blade back, ready to strike. Suddenly he's off me and I fall to the floor, rubbing my scalp where it burns from the hold. Standing above Crowley is Gabriel.
"You get the Hell away from my sister!"
He almost growls it, I've never seen him this angry before. Crowley scrambles to his feet, brushing himself off, not taking his eyes off Gabriel. He spits at his feet.
"You don't tell me what to do, you rat with wings."
Gabriel charges at Crowley, and the two of them begin to fight fierecly, archangel blades clashing together frantically. I get to my feet, my feet a little wobbly from shock. I desperately want to help my brother, but I don't know how. I see my archangel blade on the floor, and pick it up. Crowley is distracted by Gabriel, so I sneak up behind him aiming to pierce his heart this time.
But Crowley notices me and spins around, sticking the blade into my left shoulder. I scream and fall to the ground, clutching my shoulder desperately. Luckily it isn't enough to kill me, but it radiates pain throughout my entire body.
I rock on the ground, gritting my teeth together to stop myself from screaming louder. Gabriel sees me on the ground in pain, and quickly stabs Crowley in the stomach with the blade. Crowley yells and disappears into thin air.
Gabriel glances around, making sure hes gone for good, and then runs over and kneels next too me.
"Let me look at the wound Katherine." I take my hand away from my shoulder reluctantly, and its full of blood. Gabriels face grows more concerened and he gently examines my wound, even gentle it manages to get some whimpers out of me.
"It isn't life threatening, but you will need to rest for a few days."
He picks me up in his arms and teleports back to the motel room, putting me on the bed. He gets a bottle of vodka out from the cupboard.
I shiver, knowing how painful this is going to be.
