EIGHT
I continued watching avidly, transfixed on the deceptively small and fragile body that housed a true monster. I watched as she stopped directly in front of Castiel and said something in a deceptively musical voice, even though I couldn't hear her actual words.
I almost rose, but Dean pulled me back down with a hissed - "No!"
He shook his head at me to enforce his words and i frowned.
"Not yet Jenna. Soon, but not yet!" he said, a dark look in his green eyes that told me he wanted nothing more than to jump the little bugger himself too.
That placated me somewhat, made me settle down a little, reining in some of my impatience and channelling it into my anger to be used at a later time.
That time came sooner than I expected.
It nearly cost me my life as I knew it.
Because of my close bond to Castiel and my actual physical closeness to Castiel, it meant I felt what happened next mre strongly than if I'd been miles away.
Lillith started torturing Castiel using a small knife previously hidden in her hand - using it to stab the angel, trying to hurt him or even to possibly kill him. No matter what effect she was trying to achieve, I felt it, and it took all I had not to cry out and give away our position.
I clutched at my side, wincing at the pain and gritting my pain once again, tears standing out in my eyes as I struggled to breathe.
"Sammy!" Dean said, his voice deeper, his accent more prominent in his anxiety. "You'd best start that incantation, now. Before this kills Jenna!"
I dropped to my knees, clutching my side more painfully, struggling to breathe, laying aside my blade for my own safety should I accidentally fall upon it. I looked up at Dean helplessly, before struggling to my feet once again, determined to help with the fight, despite the borrowed pain I was in.
"You don't have to do this, Jenna!" Dean told me, seeing the determined look in my eyes.
"Yes, I have to - she's torturing the one I love out there. If she doesn't die by my hands, then by God, I will make her suffer," I promised him stooping to pick up my abandoned blade from the floor.
Dean nodded at that, even went as far as to give me a respectful salute as I crept forward on pain filled feet.
All of a sudden, the little girl stopped twisting the knife into Castiel's side, before turning to face me, a deceptively sweet smile on that perfect doll's face.
"Oh look who we have here! The angel's doting little love slave - coming to avenge her master's death! Hello, litle love slave!"
And then she laughed, a truly evil laugh that should not have issued from such a small and innocent child.
The sound was chilling and affected me more than her actual words. The words meant nothing to me - I cared not for being called a love salve - I didn't even mind that Castiel was perceived as being my master - it was purely the laugh that unnerved me ...
to be continued ....
