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Chapter 29
My Sacrifice
Velvet sat staring out the window into the blackness of the night. Ruby had not only tricked Sam but she had helped bring the devil into the world. Fear made her shiver as she thought about what he would do. She had read the Bible. She had listened to the sermons about the end of days. All those people would be dying, suffering and the world would become broken.
What happened in the old church? It was as if she developed a super power or something. No, not possible she thought shaking her head. It took place just as she said but it still bothered Dean. She could tell by the way that he avoided her. Should she be worried about it? Weariness overtaking her, she let her eyes close, the words "I forgive you," echoing in her head.
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She awoke to Sam calling her name. "Wake up V, we're here." The sun was up; its brightness seemed to mock what had taken place the previous night. It all looked so...normal. She had expected to find things changed, different. Crawling out of the back, she stood to find they had stopped in front of a run down two-story house with an overgrown front yard.
"Cas isn't answering his phone?" Sam inquired as they climbed the stairs.
"No, it just rings." Dean's eyes scanned the area around the house.
With an air of caution, they entered the house through the unlocked front door into a disaster area. No one said anything as Dean and Sam looked at each other. Velvet was between the two of them as if they were guarding her. She looked around the dim house littered with papers and glass. The windows were broken and the shades were all askew. The kitchen table was on its side and appliances were scattered around it. Something red was spread over everything and if it had been sprayed from a hose.
Sam walked in front, taking in the damage. Without warning, a "whopping" noise sounded as a man hit him. "Geez! Ow!" and stumbled backwards hand holding the side of his head.
A shorter man with a dark beard and hair was grasping a toilet plunger.
"Sam."
"Yeah!"
"Hey, Chuck." Dean offered.
"So...you're okay?"
"Well, my head hurts." Sam grimaced.
Velvet watched the exchange between them. It was obvious they knew each other.
"No, I mean—I mean my — my last vision. You went like, full-on Vader.
Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black."
Dean stared at Sam, disbelief on his face. "Your eyes went black?"
Sam looks back over his shoulder at his. "I didn't know. Chuck, this is Velvet."
"Nice to meet you under these circumstances that is."
"Hi chuck. I glad to meet you." Someone wasn't right here. She could feel it.
"Where did you pick her up?" Chuck questioned them, dreading telling them about the angel.
"You mean you don't know her?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"No, should I?"
Dean saw how confused he was. "You mean you haven't dreamed about her or seen a vision of her? Geez Chuck, you must be losing your touch. She's been hiding out at Bobby's for weeks."
"Well there has been a lot of haze...," the nervous man offered.
Dean spoke again. "Where's Cas?"
"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry."
Velvet stared at him not able to speak and unable to move.
"You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something."
"Oh, no. He like, exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup."
She started feeling the nausea washing over her and her vision was growing black. Wanting to throw her hands over her ears, she took a tiny step backwards. Not happening. This is not happening.
Sam took a closer look at Chuck and waved a hand at his own left ear.
"You got a—"
Chuck ran a hand over his hair. "Oh. Oh, god." He pulled something out of his hair. "Is that a molar? Do I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day."
"No. No." velvet was shaking her head in denial, her eyes wide and full of unshed tears. She felt the blood drain away as she realized what all the red mess actually was. "No, no, no, no," she kept repeating, her breaths coming in short bursts.
"Velvet..." Sam reached out to grab her but she was already running out the door.
Velvet made it down the stairs and emptied the contents of her stomach on the ground. Falling to her knees, she jerked off the locket. She opened it to find the tiny white feather had turned a sickish, oily black. The remains of the once beautiful gift now unrecognizable. He was gone and she wailed her grief as the men reached her.
Sam was beside her on his knees. "Velvet I'm sorry."
"We were... We were walking on him." Her tears flowed like rivers. The nausea hit again as she hung her head and dry heaved repeatedly. Sorrow unlike anything she'd every known hit her without pity and she collapsed on the brown grass unable to bear it. Deep, heart-wrenching sobs shook her body. "The feather is black. It's dead. He's dead. Oh dear God in heaven please!" She prayed through her sorrow. "Don't take him away from me."
Dean felt helpless. Her grief and sadness shook him to the core. "Sweet cheeks I'm so sorry. What can I do?" Using the utmost care, he took the locket and opened it. The feather was just as she said, black and lifeless.
"Cas, you stupid son of a bitch."
Chuck spoke, his voice urgent, "I can feel them."
"Damn it! I can't deal with those douche bags right now." Dean needed time to think. He needed to take care of her. "I got a plan." Leaning down, he picked Velvet up in his arms and started back to the stairs. She lay in his arms, whimpering against his neck.
"Dean wait. We can't take her back in there." Sam warned him. His heart was breaking for her. She was grieving and crying so hard he was afraid she would hyperventilate. If she had to see the inside of the house again, he knew she'd have a nervous breakdown.
Looking down at her, he nodded. "You're right. Open the back door."
"Hurry Dean," Chuck encouraged not wanting him to tarry any longer. The angels were coming.
Dean placed her on the backseat. "We'll be back as fast as we can sweetheart. We'll take care of you and see you through this. I swear it."
Velvet sat there, staring at nothing. Surrounded by her pain, she surrendered to it. Dear, sweet, innocent, lovable, frustrating Cas was dead. She would never see him again. She would never touch him again. She would never have the chance to tell him that she loved him. The tears rolled and anguish filled her.
How would she survive this? She didn't know if wanted to.
