Chapter 12: Follow Me into the Dark

We drove through town, the Impala's wheels squealing over the rubbish covered streets. We parked outside an old rotting, abandoned warehouse at 10 o'clock and all piled out. Dean opened the trunk and threw each of us a pure silver knife. Then we all strutted inside like we owned the joint, our silver knives glinting in the morning sunlight. Inside, the warehouse was cold and gloomy. Surprise hit us as our eyes slowly adjusted to the dark; three walls confronted us, each with a rotting, wooden door occupying it. I could tell the boys were thinking it was a big empty space and a symbol on the wall that opened up to purgatory or something like that.

"This is gonna be a bitch to search." Dean uttered, walking toward the door directly in front of us and turned the handle. Locked. He took a step back and in one muscular strike, he swung his leg up and kicked the door. Instead of breaking the lock, which is what he had intended to do; his foot went straight through the wood, which had been, over time, eaten away by termites. Sam and I were bent over double laughing as Dean hopped around, one foot stuck in the hole in the door.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled.

Castiel, who had somehow managed to keep a straight face the whole way through this incident, walked over to Dean and pulled hard on his shoulders until Dean's foot popped out of the hole and Dean overbalanced and tumbled to the floor. Which caused me to fall over laughing, harder then I could've ever remembered doing, and Sam was gasping for air.

"Thank you, Castiel. At least someone cares about me." Dean spat, getting up and shooting a dirty look at Sam and I who were crying by this point.

"Actually, I would have laughed but no feelings, remember?"

"Oh, shut up."

Sam and I finally collected ourselves and could breathe again. Dean was so mad with the door that he stomped outside, opened the boot of the Impala and grabbed out an axe and full on massacred the wood until nothing was left but splinters and the two bent hinges.

Through the door was identical to the room we were standing in, three by three meters with a wooden door on all three walls.

"Go grab yourself a axe you two and choose a door, and Cas, you can do your angel thing." Dean said.

Sam walked out and grabbed two axes, passing one to me. I chose the door on the right and Sam, the one on the left. I swung the heavy axe and it lodged itself in the door, making an ear-piercing crunching noise fill the room. Once I had made a hole big enough for me to fit through, I squeezed through the gap and into the dark room beyond. Once again, the room was the same, except that there was no door on the right because it would lead outside. I headed to the door to the left and bashed it open. Then forwards, then right, then left, then forwards. I continued on, sick and completely lost, bashing down over twenty doors until I finally came to a metal door to my right against a dark brown plaster wall. I heard a door getting struck behind me to find Sam's face appear through an axe-made hole in the door.

"I found something." I said.

Sam slipped through the gap and walked toward the door.

"Whoa, I wonder where that goes!" Sam exclaimed.

"Only one way to find out." I winked at him sleazily.

I reached forwards and pushed the door open. A cold rush of air crashed over us like a wave of the ocean.

A rotting wooden staircase was all that could be seen, the rest of the space was swallowed up by darkness.

"Ladies first?" Sam joked.

I threw him a look that said, 'you gotta be kidding'.

"No? Ok, I'll go first then." Sam said, stepping down on the first step of the stairs.

Each step groaned under our weight as we walked down the staircase. It got darker and darker until we heard the door slam behind us and we were left in complete black. With a horrible crack, the step I was standing on snapped in two and I fell forwards, colliding heavily with Sam, who caught me just in time. He steadied me and pulled a flashlight out of his jacket pocket. A beam of blue light filled the space to reveal an empty room. There was nothing there except for archway at the very end of the room, which was about fifty meters away in the darkness. On the wall beside us was a large light switch and on the roof a single bulb. I flicked the switch but it didn't really help. It cast a faint yellow glow on the room, reflecting of puddles of water that resided on the floor but darkness still remained in places the light could not reach. Gloom lurked in the corners and hid the exit on the stairs from view. We trod carefully down the last steps but the last one gave way on me again and I fell on Sam again, this time making him over balance and fall to the dirty concrete floor.

"Oh, sorry." I apologized.

Sam just smiled up at and leaned in to kiss me but I rolled sideways and stood up awkwardly. I loved him and I wanted him so bad but the more I let him touch me, the more I'd fall in love and the more it would hurt if he left me because of the baby. I blinked back tears and walked away from Sam, who was slowly getting up, looking hurt.

"Come on! Dean's not here, nobodies watching." Sam said, walking towards me.

"No. I-I…" I stuttered, trying to think of an excuse.

"What's wrong?" Sam said, his expression switching to worry.

"N-Nothing. I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. I didn't sleep well last night. Come on, we should check out this archway." I said, stepping away from him and walked over to the other side of the room, hiding my teary eyes from Sam's view. Sam tilted his head in confusion but followed me to the archway, which was so big it almost took up the entire back wall. The air coming from within it was foul and almost unbearable. It smelt of rotting flesh and was stale and thick. We shone the flashlight into the space but there was no walls, floor or ceiling. It was like a giant hole or portal of darkness.

"Wonder where it leads? Purgatory, maybe?" Sam said, running his hand along the detailed carvings on the arch. It was vines entangling wolves and demons and gargoyles ripping apart humans. Full skulls and skeletons were carved into the ivory with exquisite detail. "Wow, this is amazing!"

"It is, isn't it" Said a voice behind us.

We wheeled around with faces frozen in fear to see a lady, dressed in a neat suit and tie and her blonde hair pulled into a tight bun. She wore small, rectangular glasses and she kind of reminded me of a lawyer.

"I carved it myself. Took me four years. Unfortunately, no one is alive long enough to admire the shear detail I put into it. It's a shame really." The lady said, pulling a sarcastic sad face. As she came closer to me I could see her face in the reflection in the water on the floor. Her face was twisted, brown and rotting.

"She's a wraith!" I yelled to Sam, who jumped in front of me and shielded me from the path of the wraith.

"Just a wraith? I'm offended! I am the wraith. Don't you recognize me from yesterday, Sammy?" The wraith said, smirking.

"She's the alpha! Where are the angels, you bitch?"

"Oh, sticks and stones, Sammy! You want to find the angels? Go find them yourself!" The alpha said, suddenly leaping forwards, planting her hands into the middle of Sam's chest and shoving, sending Sam and I stumbling back and through the archway. We fell down, down, down, into the darkness.