Kim followed behind Dean as they drove hesitantly back to Bobby's. Her ride was quiet with her window open and the breeze gushing through her car. Kim didn't really want to go back there, especially since her shoulder wound had opened up again and she had half a mind to take the next turn back to nowhere – God knows Dean wouldn't find her –but she wasn't going to be the hunter who let the Winchesters bring on the apocalypse.
She sighed, leaning one arm out the window and keeping her distance behind Dean who was giving her small looks to check up on here every now and again. Kim hadn't noticed his action, she was still persistent on thinking that Dean didn't trust her, nor did he care about her. Although they were in separate cars, they managed to make the car ride awkward for both of them.
When they arrived at Bobby's house, Kim was just as hesitant to return inside as she was to drive there. She slowly exited her car and followed behind Dean as he marched his way back to Bobby. She knew how he was feeling, betrayed, ashamed and the complete and utter wrath he held inside for his brother; she felt it too. But she could only imagine how agonising the ride away from Sam would have been.
Dean walked into Bobby's house, no knocking, no introduction and saw Bobby sitting at his desk in the living room. Dean moved over to the couch and sat on it, staring out the window, not listening to anything Bobby yell at him. After Dean rudely displayed his mood by ignoring everyone around him, brooding out the window and stomping around everywhere, Kim emerged from behind the wall and in the archway of the living room.
Bobby's attention moved from yelling at Dean to the figure that moved in the way of the light. Kim stood there, dried blood on her sleeve from her opened wound, bruises around her forehead and eye from breaking up the fight.
Bobby moved from hunching over Dean to Kim, slowly moving forward. Kim sighed and swallowed a lump in her throat. Bobby's brooding eyes started down Kim as she stood there casually and Kim knew instantly that she was, again, not wanted. Kim huffed once and shook her head at herself.
"Yeah, I'll be going now," Kim said, mostly to Dean but she knew he wasn't listening. He didn't respond as another one of the closest people to him threatened to leave him alone, leaving him with only Bobby.
Kim thought she could do it, ignore the raging hate erupting from Bobby to help Dean stop the apocalypse but he stared her down like pray. As Bobby got closer, Kim became more likely to leave, but with every step, Bobby's brooding features turned back to neutral. Kim was about to turn and leave when Bobby grabbed her arm and blood poured from the wound.
"Let me fix that up for you," Bobby murmured, stopping Kim from leaving. Kim looked at Bobby before looking back at her wound. Her eye drifted to Dean and she sighed.
"No, I'll be out of your way now. It's obvious that I'm not wanted here," Kim said loud enough for Dean to hear. "Plus, I can patch it up myself."
"Then why didn't you?" Bobby asked and Kim pulled her arm out of his grip.
"I was angry and the pain helped," she answered honestly. Bobby smiled slightly and nodded.
"Listen, Kim, he's already lost Sam, he needs you," Bobby whispered to her, moving closer. "I'm sorry for shooting you. Dean said you were dangerous and didn't really say anything else so I panicked. Once he told me what you did after you left I realised the idjit was being dramatic. Not over exaggerating, you are dangerous, just... not to us," Bobby explained as Kim listened. Kim huffed a smiled and Bobby handed her a bottle of Jack. "He was gonna look for you but he knew it was no use, and with both Sam and you gone, we knew we had a better chance of finding Sam."
Kim nodded, taking a sip from the bottle and sitting on the couch as Bobby gathered the first aid equipment. He sat next to her and she felt the couch tilt under his weight as he prepared her wound. Bobby snatched the bottle out of her hand and rolled his eyes.
"The bottle's not for you to drink," he huffed, pouring some on her wounds. She winced as he started to stick her up and shifted her gaze over to Dean, who was still brooding as he stared outside. Bobby started firmly explaining to the boy what he should do next after Kim told him what happened but it didn't seem like he was listening to any of it.
"Dean? Dean! You listen to a word I said?" Bobby said loudly, gathering Dean's attention. Dean nodded his head as Bobby bit off the end of the thread he used to stitch Kim.
"Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him," Dean grumbled as Bobby began to pack up quickly as Kim put her sleeve back down.
"Don't make me get my gun, boy," he said roughly, his thick accent growling out. Dean turned to them forcefully, his eyebrows furrowing.
"We are damn near kickoff for Armageddon, don't you think we got bigger fish at the moment?" Dean growled. "I got Kim back, she can help me. I don't need anyone else."
"I know you're pissed and I'm not making apologies for what he's done, but he's your-"
"Blood? He's my blood, is that what you were gonna say?" Dean interrupted.
"He's your brother. And he's drowning," Bobby growled.
"Bobby, I tried to help him, I did," he scoffed. "Look what happened."
"Dean, you sold your soul for that man, are you gonna give up now?" Kim argued.
"Yes, Kim! He's ungrateful and stubborn. I've tried to help him," he huffed angrily, a growl erupting as he yelled.
"So try again," Bobby argued.
"It's too late."
"There's no such thing."
"No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family! He hated this life growing up! Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again," he growled, and Kim suddenly realised that Sam's departure was more than saving the world and helping him, it was trying to fix what happened in the past, but it just ended up happening again. "Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants."
"You don't mean that," Bobby said miserably.
"Yes, I do. Sam's gone, he's gone! I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was," Dean huffed and Kim stared at Dean, she had never seen him like this before and she was threatening to lose hope as Dean had, but Bobby stood up angrily and swept the first aid kit off the couch. The noise caught the attention of Dean and Kim quickly as they registered his raging eyes and he advanced on Dean, who had stood up.
"You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess!" Dean sat there in shock listening to him fume. "Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Make you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family!" Bobby yelled, his face shaking with rage.
"I told him, 'you walk out that door, don't come back' and he walked out anyway! That was his choice!" Dean argued.
"You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward," Bobby spat. His face scrunched up in rage and aggression, a seriously furious tone she had never heard from Bobby before. it was intimidating and raw, the fiery passion spitting through his voice. Kim sat back in shock, his words harming Kim as much as it did Dean.
"My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward?" Dean scoffed.
"He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him," Bobby sighed and left the room, leaving Kim and Dean by themselves. It was awkward for a moment, but Kim got up from her spot and walked over to Dean, whose hopelessness was affecting her own. She sat by him, his eye moved to her.
They sat at opposite ends of the couch, the distance a prominent existence in the room. Kim rubbed her eyes with her hand before sighing.
"Dean, the world is ending. We're two seals away from the apocalypse. I'd tell you to pull your head out of your ass but Bobby already tried that and you're still moping," Kim huffed with a smirk. "You know I'm not good at this so just bear with me here. All I'm trying to say is that Sam will always be your little brother, no matter what. As a younger sibling, I can assure you that you have no idea how much we look up to our older siblings." Dean smiled sadly as he looked up at her.
"Thanks, Kim."
"I mean, what you said was wrong and he has a right to be mad at you-"
"Way to kill the mood-"
"But he, somewhere deep down, he knows you're right." Kim sighed and looked down. "I know my sister was right. She always was."
Their conversation hung in the air as the silence rung through the room. Kim sighed and closed her eyes, waiting for someone to speak and ruin the overtaking quiet. Kim ran her hand through her ponytail. Suddenly, she felt a shift in the air. It was oddly still and the silence had only got louder. Kim opened her eyes when she saw her scenery had completely changed and she was no longer in Bobby's house, but someplace pure and white. Antic white and gold wallpaper lined the walls and a beautiful chandelier hung from the ceiling and a marble table sat in the middle of the room, and it smelt of the most amazing, sweet nectar she had ever smelt.
Kim was overwhelmed with a sense of virginal cleanliness. Everything about the room reminded her of a pure home she never had. It was homely and she felt welcomed which only made her fear for her life more than she would care to admit.
Across the other side of the room, she saw Dean stand there just as confused as she was; just as overwhelmed by the pureness of the room as her. There, beside the table, stood a familiar trench coat wearing angel.
"It's almost time," the angle warned. Dean and Kim both furrowed her eyebrows, looking around the room, turning away from the angel. Kim turned to look behind her, a white and gold wall trapping her inside. A small, marble statue in the corner. Kim turned back to the table in awe of the room, to find that Dean's end of the table had a platter of burgers on it, a large, silver bowl filled with ice and beer in the middle and on Kim's side was a platter of the most fluffy, circular, syrupy pancakes she had ever seen; Kim couldn't stop her mouth from watering.
Dean looks to Kim from the other end of the room and goes in for a beer, picking one up and looking at it.
"Hello, Dean," a new voice alarmed. "You're looking fit." Kim turned to the source of the voice and saw a tall, plump and balding man standing there in a suit and a sneaky smirk on his lips.
"You know him, Dean?" Kim asked and she moved from her side of the table over to his, eyeing the pancakes cautiously as she moved.
"Yeah, this is Zachariah. Another angel," Dean explained, pointing lazily at the man.
"Great, another angel," Kim huffed, causing some eyebrows to raise. Dean placed the beer back in the bowl.
"Well, how 'bout this? 'The suite life of Zach and Cas." Dean saw their blank expressions and knew they didn't understand his reference. "It's a... never mind. So, what is this? Where the hell are we?"
"Call it a Greenroom. We're closing in on the grand finale, here. We want to keep you safe before showtime," Zach explained as his smirk only grew and Kim soon realised it was a permanent feature for this angel to express how confident that he is always three steps ahead of you. "Try a burger. They're your favorite. From that seaside shack in Delaware. You were 11, I think."
"I'm not hungry."
"What about you, Kim? Just like you're sisters. I got her to make them for you," Zach smirked and Kim swallowed her saliva. She desperately wanted to have one. Every morning she wakes up in a scratchy motel bed, she had an instant craving. Kim licked her lips and shook her head, the aroma torturing her.
"No, I'm good," she replied. Zach smirked.
"She said you can have one," he admitted and Kim's head instantly shot to Zach in awe and nostalgia.
"She did?" Kim awed like a small child. A childlike twinkle woke in her eyes as she gleamed at him in utter surprise. Her eyes dwindled from him to the pancakes, the image of her sister perfectly fresh in her mind. The mere image of her in her flannel, surrounded by an angelic light made Kim smile sweetly, but the image was soon replaced with the image of her on the last day she saw her. The disappointment she held in her eyes as she stared at Kim, the image of her walking out of that motel door, never to return. The smile vanished from Kim's lips and she tore her eyes away from the perfect pancakes, the aroma still taunting her. "I, no, I'm good."
"No? What about Mr Gatsby? Just like in the novel," Zach tempted and it was hard to refuse, but Kim did.
"No, I said I'm good."
"Dean, how about Ginger from season 2 of 'Gilligan's Island'? You do have a thing for her, don't you?" Zach continued.
"Tempting. Weird," Dean huffed.
"We'll throw in Mary Ann for free," he smirked and Dean shook his head.
"No, no. Let's... bail on the holodeck, okay? I want to know what the game plan is," Dean asked, referring to the seals. There was only a few left and they had trapped them in a room full of temptation.
"Let us worry about that. We want you... focused, relaxed," Zach said, only talking to Dean. Kim furrowed her eyebrows as she took another step closer to Dean.
"Well, I'm about to be pissed and leaving, so start talking," Dean argued and Zach huffed.
"All the seals have fallen. Except one," Zach admitted, his head hung. "Lilith has to break it. She's the only one who can. Tomorrow night - midnight."
"That's what Ruby told Sam," Kim nodded and Dean sent a sharp look to Dean.
"You didn't tell me?" Dean huffed angrily.
"I was a bit busy making sure Sam didn't bash your face in," Kim growled back. Dean rolled his eyes.
"I can handle him." Kim scoffed. "Where?"
"We're working on it," Zach said rather casually and Dean and Kim scoffed.
"Well, work harder," Dean growled.
"We'll do our job. You just make sure you do yours," Zach assured, stepping closer to Dean, eyeing him carefully.
"Can you do your job a bit faster?" Kim asked sassily.
"All in good time," he nodded.
"Isn't now a good time?" Dean asked quickly.
"Have faith," Zach continued and Kim rolled her eyes the hardest she ever had.
"Faith can shove it," Kim scoffed.
"Give me one good reason why I should," Dean sassed, crossing his arms.
"Because you swore your obedience. So obey," Zach spat, getting up in his face. Kim turned to Dean who was looking at a guilty looking Cas.
"What does he mean? You swore to what?" Kim asked Dean quickly, ignoring the smell of the pancakes behind her. Dean looked down sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. His silence alarmed Kim and she regretted ever leaving him alone for so long.
"I swore obedience to God if I would be the one to stop the apocalypse instead of Sam, instead of you," he breathed, looking up at her. Kim sighed and looked at him; she blamed herself. Kim looked over to Cas who was looking guiltier than before when she felt a presence behind her and a hand on her shoulder.
"You, Kim, have a different importance."
Kim turned around and was met with Zachariah, tall and overpowering, looking down on her. Quickly, he put two fingers to her forehead and she felt every muscle in her body get weak and heavy. The last thing she head was Dean screaming for her before she fell into blackness.
•※•
Kim woke in a different room. All pure and homely features had disappeared, and she no longer felt welcome. The room was grey and dark, windowless room that was smaller than the Green room. A single, dull light hung above her as she sat in a secure seat, strapped tightly. Kim's eye's opened slowly and she loosely tugged on the leather straps around her wrist, ankle and neck. A band was over her forehead that buckled her head to the chair. Her hands were covered by metal clasps and she couldn't move her fingers. It was almost as if she was paralysed.
Kim looked around the room, straining her eyes since she couldn't twist her neck. She saw that the grey room was covered in every single different type of symbol she had ever seen and more. A demon's trap circled the chair she was strapped in.
Kim struggled against all the claps, but it was impossible to get out of. She groaned and pulled and tugged, but it was useless. She felt blood drip from her neck from the buckle scratching her skin when she struggled. She was completely trapped. Instantly, Zach appeared in the room as if she smelt her blood and came running.
"You bleed," he said interested. "So you're not an angel." Zach nodded and turned behind him and suddenly a table full of different tools. They were clean, silver and shimmering, but not less intimidating. Kim swallowed a lump in her throat as he pulled out a lovely decorated, silver vile the size of Kim's hand and walked towards her.
Zach looked down on Kim mercilessly and disregard her struggles and groans of pain. He threw the liquid in the vile in her face and Kim spat out the water that found it's way into her mouth.
"Not a demon," he said to himself and Kim itched to wipe the holy water off her face.
"I could have told you that," she spat, trying to shake the water off her face, but her neck and forehead were restrained.
"Quiet anathema," Zach spat and Kim was a bit taken back.
"You literally offered me, Jay Gatsby, like, five minutes ago," Kim scoffed. "Why the change in heart?" Zach rolled her eyes.
"I don't need to explain myself to some abomination," he scoffed, moving back to the table and gathering his next tool. "What I can say is what I know about you, and I must admit, I am learning as you are, which is rather painful." Kim rolled her eyes.
"I know you are not an angel or a demon and no other creature is powerful enough to do such things as you. A nephalem would excrete grace as would an angel, no matter the class and if you were a demon you would burn under the touch of holy water."
"Never say 'excrete' again," Kim cringed and Zach rolled his eyes.
"He's asking for you," Zach smirked, ignoring her comment. "Dean asking Castiel where you are."
"Do you find our pain amusing?" Kim asked sassily.
"Rather," he smirked. "You are dangerous to our mission and such power you hold should never be in such a pathetic human," Zach continued to insult her and Kim just scoffed. Zach turned to her, a scary looking tool in her hand. "You see, our mission isn't to keep Lucifer in Hell. It's to get him out," Zach smirked moving closer with the tool. He took his fat finger and wiped up the drop of blood from her neck and licked his finger.
"You taste like a human, too," Zach continued and Kim cringed in disgust. "Which is troubling because you are hard to track, but, lucky for us, we knew you would never be too far from Dean; and we always have sight of Dean," Zach smirked and held up the tool he held. "So you were never really out of our sights."
The tool was long and sharp, like a stake that glistened in the dim light. Kim kept her mouth shut as she stared at the tool in anger. She knew he was going to use it, he was a ruthless and cruel angel who had no problem inflicting pain if it was for his pleasure.
With one slick motion, the stake was struck right through Kim's chest. She was instantly winded, she couldn't breathe. She sucked in a breath, but it as impossible for her to release it. She couldn't scream, breath, talk, cry. The pain was fiery hot and instant, the pain was continuous and merciless, just like Zach.
"And you can't die," he nodded pursing his lips. Kim sucked in a breath of pain and held it in her chest until it stung. It boiled and breathed in her chest until it was impossible to hold, she let out a piercing scream that was boomed through the room. The pitch was impossibly high that Zachariah was forced to cover his ears. The light above her started to swing from the force and the blight bulb burst. Electricity sparks flew from the light and rained down on them.
Kim's throat started to sting and she started to taste blood as the noise reverberate. It was loud and continuous and Kim continued until she physically couldn't. Her scream faded as Kim fell exhausted, the noise still ringing around the room.
As the noise faded and Zach pulled his hands off his ears, he looked to her with awe.
"He heard you," Zach breathed. Kim panted, wanting to respond, wanting to ask questions, but she was too weak. "Dean heard you from heaven." Kim drooled, unable to wipe away the saliva or the strength to stop drooling.
Hours had passed and the torture was getting worse with every new torture device until she could barely breathe anymore. Blood had pooled on the floor and she had become numb. Kim was unable to hold up her head, but the latch that held her forehead to the chair stopped her head from slumping. Zach smirked at his work but was frustrated that he couldn't find any weakness that he could use to stop her. Nothing he used on her had a permanent effect or was harmful enough to kill her, the only reason she was so weak was because he had repeatedly tortured her before leaving the room for Kim to continue to bleed.
Her eyes were about to close when she felt a hand on her bleeding shoulder. She closed her eyes, waiting for the impact to hit but it didn't hurt. It was soft and apologetic. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Castiel standing above her untying the straps. Kim fell into Castiel embrace as he picked her up and flew back to the Greenroom. Kim was too weak to stand by herself and she had gashes on every surface of her body. Metal pieces stuck out of her and blood pooled wherever she went. Quickly and hurriedly, Castiel passed the limp body of Kim to Dean's arms, who looked down on her worried.
Castiel stuck his fingers in Kim's blood an drew a sigil.
"Castiel! Would you mind explaining just what the hell you're doing?" Zachariah's voice boomed through the room. Cas looked up at him and instantly slammed his hand on the symbol, sending him far away in a violent flash on white light. Dean tore his eyes of Kim for a second to check he was gone before moving back to her, concerned and angry. Dean picked her up bridal style and let her limp body dangling in his strong arms.
"He won't be gone long. We have to find Sam now," Cas said quickly.
"Where is he?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. But I know who does. We have to stop him, Dean, from killing Lilith," Cas warmed quickly as Dean furrowed his eyebrows. Kim listened silently and weakly from her position.
"But Lilith's gonna break the final seal," Dean said, confused.
"Lilith is the final seal. She dies-" Cas said.
"-the end begins," Kim finished. Kim looked up and tried to get herself out of Dean's arms, but he held her close to his chest.
"I can fix her, Dean," Cas said, placing two fingers on her forehead. Instantly, all the heavyweight of Kim's muscles released from her body and she pulled herself out of Dean's arms. She felt wide awake afresh. She had only felt as energised one time in her life, and it was when she woke up in that hospital bed after a week of torture. Kim felt up and down her body, searching for any scratches or wounds, but everything was gone. She was just standing in a pile of blood from a nonexistent wound. Kim smiled ghostly at Cast, who just nodded in response.
•※•
"St. Mary's? What is that, a convent?" Dean asked Chuck. Cas had flown them to the prophet Chuck to discover where Sam would be to stop him from finishing the final seal.
"Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story," Chuck explained as he looked to Kim softly. Kim looked down and rubbed the back of her neck, not looking at him. His house was just as messy as before, maybe even more. Chuck looked just as ruffled as before with his dirty clothes and drink in hand.
"Yeah, well..." Cas glanced to Dean, "We're making it up as we go." Dean nodded and did Kim at his words and Chuck slightly shook his head. Suddenly, Chucks computed started to flicker with static and great rumbles began to shake the room, accompanied by a blinding white light.
"Aw, man! Not again! No!" Chuck screamed in annoyance as books and papers started to fall from their shelves and his desk making his messy room even messier. Castiel looked to Kim and Dean, his look more sinister than before.
"I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! Just stop Sam!" Without a second for either of them to reply, Cas put two fingers on both of their foreheads, transporting them away. There was a rush of wind and a slight thump as they landed. The noise and bright light had disappeared from their site as they squinted their eyes shut.
Kim tried to swallow a lump in her throat, but her mouth was so dry that it was impossible. Kim looked over to Dean as they gathered their balance from the transportation, the Adrenalin and rush still running through them.
They look around quickly as they were in a rush, they were standing in the middle of a hall in St. Mary's. Huge stain glass windows plastered to one side of the wall looked out on the street and they saw people walk around completely oblivious to the fact that only meters away from them, Lucifer was threatening to rise.
"You have my knife?" Kim asked quickly, knowing she left it at Bobby's when she was in a rush to leave. Dean frantically pulled it out of his waistband and held it out to Kim. Kim nodded once and quickly grabbed it and hid it in her waistband. "Great, let go."
The two of them sprinted down the hall in a manic rush to try and find the door Sam and Ruby were behind. The two of them skidded as they turned the corners at such speed, almost flying themselves into the stone wall. They ran as fast as they could, their body pushing themselves to their limit. They were in a such a panic to find the room they weren't even thinking about the pain for sprinting so fast. Skidding across a corner and pushing themselves off the wall, they were lead to a door with a flashing light underneath it and a rushing noise erupting from it. Kim reached for the handle but it was forced shut.
"Sam?!" Dean shouted for Sam. The noise got louder and they started to recognise some voices in the mess of sound.
"Sam!" Kim shouted with Dean.
"Dean? Kim?" Sam replied, but it was a mess to hear. Rapidly, Dean threw a small marble statue off of a stone podium and picked it up. Dean rammed the podium into the wood door. Kim helped by grabbing the end and adding force, but the door wouldn't budge. They applied as much pressure as they physically could on the door, but it was forced shut with powers Dean couldn't match.
Kim let go of the podium and took a step back. The noises behind the door only got louder and a scream from a girl erupted from the other side. Sam was breaking the last seal. Kim forced her arm out and concentrated, her eyes squinting as she focused all her energy to the door. Dean dropped the podium and watched as the door quaked under Kim's pressure. The podium smashed into pieces as another piercing scream erupted from the room.
Kim could feel her brain throbbing in her head as she focused, her eyes painfully focused on the door. Kim used all the power she had to open the door and Kim felt blood pour from her eyes as the door handle fell off. Kim pushed her arm forward and screamed painfully, causing the two doors to swing wide open and the stained glass windows behind her to shatter.
Kim dropped her arm and charged in, panting from exhaustion. Dean followed her as they saw the dead vessel of Lilith lying on the floor, blood spreading from her. Kim's eyes moved from Lilith's motionless body to Ruby, who had a massive smirk on her face. Ruby stepped forward to confront Kim, who was standing closes to her.
"You're too late," Ruby smiled enthusiastically. Dean looked up from Ruby to a very penitential looking Sam who had his head hung. Without another word, Kim marched forward, her face filled with such anger and rage it scared Ruby just by looking at her. With a wicked swing, Kim punched Ruby in the face, leaving her with instant bruises and wounds. Sam, who was behind Ruby, grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, locking her in a motionless position.
Whipping out her blade, Kim sent a fierce strike into Ruby's stomach. Kim watched, bloodshot eyes and blood dried on her face with a smirk on her lips as Ruby screamed in pain. Kim left the knife in Ruby for a second to make sure Ruby's gaze met her when she twisted it. Ruby flashed orange and Kim could see the pain she felt as she eyes wilted under Kim's knife.
"This," Kim breathed in satisfaction, "is for my dad." Kim twisted the knife even further into Ruby and felt a wave of satisfaction fall over her as she heard Ruby's last breath be ripped out of her by an awful scream. Sam let go of her and Kim watched with a happiness she had felt in a long time as her body dropped to the floor, lifeless.
Kim took a step back and panted, finally feeling the weight of her muscles and how sore she had become. Dean and Kim looked up at Sam, who looked down on them.
"I'm sorry," Sam panted brokenly. Neither of them responded. They could see Sam regretted everything he had ever done and now was not the time to make him feel worse. Without a word, the three of them looked to Lilith's body and the blood that poured out of her. Her blood swirled into a circle, creating a sinister pattern on the floor. As the end of the trail of blood touched the other end, a brilliant, white light, bright than any of the others shone from the circle. The room started to tremble and Dean grabbed Kim's jacket, who was standing next to him.
"We gotta go," Dean pulled Kim towards the door, but her feet were plastered as was Sam's. "He's coming." It was hard to move as Dean tugged both of them towards the exit with all his might. He gripped their shirts and jackets, dragging them away from the erupting circle of blood, but even if they ran, they wouldn't make it far.
Anything they felt before was utterly shattered with fear as light emerged from the centre of the circle, shining at them, and all they could do was stare.
Lay your weary head to rest,
