I can guarantee this story has spelling and grammar mistakes because I'm so tired i can't keep my eyes open. Anyways, i hope you enjoy and take 2 seconds to review and make my day.
Chapter 7
Millie
I'd never expected everything to go as well as it did, or as horribly wrong.
I knew bringing Sam to Hell would result in the seals breaking, but I hadn't expected such immediate results. I mean Dean showing up wasn't too surprising, but the plot twist with the blood? Now that was brilliant.
Getting kidnapped by my brothers wasn't as brilliant. They didn't know about the seals, but they did know I had all the answers they needed. I didn't have to be a genius to know they planned on 'curing me' of my demon blood addiction, but that was going to be hard when neither of them knew how to get out of Hell.
"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed kicking the grass. "She did something to the door."
I did something to the door? Dean, this was Hell. "You didn't actually think you'd be able to just walk out of Hell, right? Sam and I have demon blood so we can go in and out freely, but you broke the door when you used it. And I hate to say this, but I don't know where the other doors are. I mean we could ask directions at the nearest weapon store but…"
My brothers didn't want to ask for directions apparently, because Sam punched me so hard everything went dark.
When I finally came too everything was far too bright. It was like I was chained from a comet, a comet pulling me out of Hell, a comet with…wings?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I realized squirming to get free of Sam's embrace. "Let me go!" I yelled in his ear. "He'll kill me. He'll kill you. He'll kill us all!"
Sam seemed too shell shocked to say anything, but he just held me tighter. I kept moving, kicking, punching, but he didn't let me go. If I wanted to get free of Sam, and therefore the one pulling all of us I'd have to kill my brother and that was the one thing I wasn't willing to do.
I mean if it was Dean I might have considered it, but not Sam. Never Sam. He was my prince, he was like me…and now, because he trusted this thing, we'd both end up dead.
We passed through miles of torture chambers, but none of them scared me like the thing pulling us. How could my brothers do this to me? How could they be so stupid as to trust one of them? I mean demons were bad, even I could admit that, but even they were better than a comet.
If these will be my last minutes of life I will enjoy them. I finally decided. I am Millie Winchester. I killed my father who abused my brothers. I found my brothers. I showed Sam his true self. I broke the first seal. I fulfilled my destiny.
Maybe I really am as crazy as they say, but chanting that mantra made me a little less scared as I drifted back into my last sleep before my death.
If you've never been addicted, truly addicted to something you won't understand what I felt like when I awoke, so I won't bother explaining. Let me just say it was the most painful experience of my life and leave it at that.
I was surprised to wake up at all considering my company, but I guess he wouldn't kill me without my awareness. No, they're far too noble to that. Angels, with their stupid wings, and stupid powers and stupid…trench coats?
"Just kill me you bastard and be over with it!" I growled looking around at my surroundings. I was in a panic room of sorts, whose I didn't know because my brothers didn't have a home, but clearly a panic room from the sigils everywhere. Why would an angel bring me to a panic room? And why was an angel wearing a freaking trench coat?
"Your sister is awake," the angel, who had a surprisingly deep voice, chided from outside the door. "I would avoid going in the room while she's like this though. I doubt she's ever gone 12 hours without blood before and she's quite volatile."
Volatile? I could show this bastard angel volatile.
I went to send things flying, but discovered I couldn't. Surely I didn't need blood to do something that simple, not when I was so naturally powerful. It had to just be these sigils weakening my power-nothing else.
"Millie," Sam spoke through the barred doors. "I know you're angry, but we're doing what's best for you. Once the blood isn't in your system anymore…"
"The blood will always be in my system," I spat (quite literally). "And it will always be in yours. Demon blood is the work of Lucifer, an archangel. Only an archangel or God himself could be powerful enough to remove it. From me, or from you."
Sam shook his head as if he somehow knew better than I did. Of course he didn't! He hadn't known for a day he had demon blood and I'd spent my whole life learning about it. He just thought he knew so much. He probably thought the angel was here to help as well. "Where's Dean? Has the pretty boy angel over there killed him already for breaking the first seal?" I doubted it. Dean was Michael's destined vessel and no angel would risk hurting him. Still, I was surprised Dean wasn't by Sam's side. They'd been apart for four years, and I was surprised Dean would let Sam go again.
"Castiel isn't going to hurt Dean, or us," Sam promised and I realized he was stupid enough to believe it. "He says they understand we didn't mean to break the seal, and they're going to help us stop the Apocalypse from starting."
How stupid was my brother? "The Apocalypse has already started," I whispered. "It started when Dean spilled my blood, and it started before that. It started when Azazael stole me. When mom made the deal that let him. When God created Lucifer. The Apocalypse is the end Sammy, and it's been coming since the beginning."
"We can stop it before Lucifer is freed," the angel, Castiel Sam had called him, told me. "There are still 65 seals left to be broken and we can make sure they aren't broken."
I'm sure the angels could, but I was raised on stories of angels, the real stories. They'd do whatever their God told them to do, and if He wanted the Apocalypse He'd tell them to let us all die in the process. "The only way you can assure the last seal isn't broken would be by killing us," I hissed slamming against the panic room door. "Only the sibling of those who broke the first seal can kill Lilith and break the last. Do you think I was born yesterday? Sam, if they truly wanted to stop the Apocalypse they'd have killed you and I in Hell and be done with it."
Sam turned away from me, "You're brainwashed Millie, but Castiel promises this will work. Once the blood is gone you'll see."
"I won't see from my grave," I yelled as the pair walked away. "But at least I'll be able to see your shocked faces when the angels curse you to join me in Hell!"
Sam and the angel left without another word and I let out a scream of pain and anger. Everything had gone so well surely I'd get a break soon. Azazael or Meg would come and save me because family helps family, and it seemed the demons who raised me cared more than my all so righteous blood.
