Chapter Eight- Water
A/N- I hope you all enjoy this one!
The dream continued to drift away from me and for a few moments everything was black. It was like nothing existed and it was just me. There were no lights, no feeling, no sound, and no thoughts. There was just nothing.
Then I began to realise that there really was a hand resting on my shoulder. After that I noticed that I could hear voices in the distance getting closer and closer with every word.
"She was in that warehouse for a month!" I heard a guy shout, he was familiar, "how the hell did she even survive Alistair?"
Alistair, I knew him.
I heard a scoff coming from another man, "he wanted her for something that's for sure."
I tried to open my eyes a bit just so I could take a peak to see where I was. Just so I could make sure it was safe and there weren't any white or yellow or black or whatever the hell other colour eyes watching me from the shadows just waiting to pounce and finish off the job that Alistair had started.
I managed to open them for a second before my lids decided that they were too weak for anything else. I tried again and the same thing happened. I took a deep breath. I was worried about how much effort it took to do something so simple.
"Dean?" I heard the first voice say sceptically, "I think she just opened her eyes."
"Huh?" there was surprise in the other voice, "you're kidding me."
There was an intake of breath, "Nope. She's there alright."
"She is very weak," a third voice added.
When I had gathered enough strength to try and open my eyes again there was a tickle in my throat. It was dry and was making me want to cough. Suddenly my mouth opened and I coughed loudly. I tried to turn to one side so it wouldn't hurt as much. It felt like the inside of my throat was covered in sawdust and was red raw. I realised with dread that it was red raw. The hand stopped me and steadied me. It allowed me to breathe through the fit of coughs that attacked me.
I felt another hand on my chin trying to open my mouth a little more. A cool glass touched my lips and a strange liquid met my skin. It was water.
"Here drink this," a soothing voice told me and I managed to open my mouth some more. The hand tipped the glass just enough so the refreshing water could enter my body freely. It calmed my tickle and reminded me just how thirsty I was. I was parched.
"There, its okay," they told me, "you're okay."
I sighed and opened my eyes. I could maintain a small slit and this was my view of the world for the next four hours. The scene before me was almost surreal.
The freakishly tall guy from the diner and motel was the one holding the glass of water. He was kneeling down beside me and I realised I was lying on a bed. He gave me a grim smile and looked up to the other guy. He was the same one from the motel too. He was staring at me relief and shock written clearly across his face.
Why were they there?
I was starting to get sick of their stupid faces popping up when I least expected it. I saw guns hidden in their jeans.
Who were these people?
But neither of them had a hand on my shoulder. So who did?
I turned my head slowly. My neck was stiff and painful. The hand was tanned and it belonged to a man. My eyes followed the structure from the tips of the fingers to the wrist. Then up the arm to the shoulder. He was wearing a beige trench coat with a dark suit on underneath. I then looked up to his face from his chest.
His face was serene. He had dark messy hair that fell slightly to one side, his lips were pursed in concentration yet he looked perfect. This was the same guy who I had been seeing all the time. He was more than likely my little buddy in the radio too.
I groaned when I tried to twist into a more comfortable position. There were stabbing pains all down my body then just an eternal ache. The shoulder he had his hand on was still dislocated. I let my head drop a little so I could see what I was lying on. It was a bed, a cheap and hard motel bed. The sheets however were wrapped around me so I could see the tired mattress. The sheets looked a deep red colour almost like wine. Then I saw a corner and it was yellow. The sheets weren't meant to be red, I gasped when I realised that it was my blood!
I had nearly completely bled out onto them. I gulped and started to fret in my head. Panic consumed me. I was going to die. I was actually going to die. And in some cheap and dingy motel too with three strangers who qualified more as stalkers than friends or acquaintances.
The man gripped my shoulder a little tighter and I felt my worries start to get pushed to the back of my mind so I could think more clearly. I took in the details of the rest of the room. The walls were painted a dull blue colour and there was a dark carpet on the floor.
The guys on the other hand were much less relaxed. The shorter one picked up his cell phone and started dialling a number.
The Sasquatch stood up and regarded me with worry, "Dean, we need to get her somewhere now."
"I know!" came the stressed reply from the guy on the phone, "yeah can I have an ambulance? At the Blue Front Motel."
There was a tense silence when the guy stood next to me spoke quietly, "you cannot take her to a hospital."
The guy named Dean put his hand over the cell, "oh yeah? What else we meant to do with the poor bitch? Just let her die!"
"No," came a calm reply.
"Then what?" he shouted.
The other guy put his hands up not wanting the wrath of the other man to transfer onto him, "what about Bobby's?"
"Huh?" Dean closed the cell, "that's like two hundred miles away, why not take her to the hospital? She needs help," he muttered softly, "Should've listened to us in the first place."
I somehow found the strength to croak, "Shut up."
"Jeez, your strong," the taller guy said, "you should be in a coma."
I coughed again, "lucky me."
"You are," he told me.
Dean turned back to the quiet guy, "can't you heal her or anything?"
"I only have permission to sustain her. I cannot heal her," he said with his eyes still closed.
What were these people talking about?
"Then we're taking her to a hospital," he said and he approached me trying to get a firm enough grip on me to pick me up. He had one arm hooked under my legs and I groaned quietly at the pain. He then hooked his other arm underneath my torso. I cried out because it caused me so much pain.
"Be careful," the other guy said wearily.
He then turned to the trench coat saviour and told him, "We'll take her to the hospital. Cas, you get permission to heal her."
He then tried to lift me up off of the bed and I was cradled in his arms. My head was resting on his shoulder. My breathing came faster and the pain seemed to intensify when the other guy wasn't touching me. I began to silently weep and my arm hung loose in front of me. I managed to keep my own eyes open a little and I glanced at him. He opened his eyes slowly revealing sweet and sad blue eyes. He knew how much pain I was in.
"Dean," he said almost pleading, "She has not got the protection of heaven over her. She will not survive in a hospital."
"We're gonna take care of her," he told him slightly pissed off, "Sam, go start the car up."
The taller one left the room.
He shook his head, "you cannot take on the armies of hell. Alistair will find her. Lilith will find her and she will die."
Lilith? Alistair had mentioned her.
I stared at him for a long period of time as Dean thought of a reply. I kept looking into those eyes. The brilliant shade of blue. Then a light shining underneath. It was like being in a boat on the ocean and someone was shining a light up through the water. It twisted and turned and I was never able to focus on it. All I knew was that he was good. He was just good. I blinked and the light disappeared.
Dean sighed. He gave in, reluctantly.
"You must take her to Bobby," he said softly, "he will know what to do."
"She won't survive the ride," he told him knowingly, "she's lost too much blood."
Sam returned and stood in the door way.
'Cas' as he had been called told Dean, "She is stronger than you suspect."
He scoffed and looked down at me.
"Go," he told them both while standing tall.
I saw Dean's eyebrows raise a little and his eyes widen and he carried me out into the night. The breeze was cold against my wrapped up and bloody body, it helped to sooth the burning sensation that had spread all over my body. A fever was developing. There were very few lights on along the row of rooms and in the parking lot but I guessed that was just as well considering everything.
I was carried along the sidewalk for a little while until we reached a car. It was dark and big. It was one of those muscle cars. That's all I could tell about it. Sam opened the door to the back seat and I was lowered into it. They laid me down and made sure I was facing the front. My knees were bent and were at the same level as my chest because it was too small for me to lie out. Dean took off his jacket and folded it before lifting my head up a couple of inches and putting that underneath it.
I looked up at him and tried to smile to thank him. I noticed the sad puppy behind him and he looked down at me with such pain in his eyes. Dean turned around and jumped out of shock.
"Jesus. Damnit, Cas!" he shouted and then went to get in the driver's side.
Sam on the other hand was hovering nearby and talking on a cell phone, "Yeah. Big emergency. Salt the doors and windows. Uh-huh a couple of hours I guess, maybe a little less. Sure thing" he then wandered away and continued the conversation.
He watched him go then looked back to me. He knelt down so his face was only a couple of inches away from mine own. I tried to mouth something to him, to speak to him but all that came out was a croaky groan. My throat was too dry and I was too weak. My eyes were starting to flutter shut. I had to fight to keep them open.
"Have faith," he told me and then he raised his hand to my forehead and the burning started to ebb away. My fever was leaving me alone.
I blinked and heard the sound of fluttering wings nearby. When I opened my eyes again he was gone and Sam was just shutting the door. He then got in the passenger's side. I sighed as the engine was started and the car started to move. We left the car park and I started to lose consciousness then somehow recover it before losing it again.
