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MERRY CHRISTMAS

Chapter 16

Elena's POV

I groaned as Meg punched me in the ribs, feeling them break under her strength. One of her buddies, the buff one she address as Ryan, tighten his grip in my hair, yanking my head back.

Meg had playful smile on her face as waved her knife side to side.

"Gilbert, come on, aren't you tired of being the victim? Don't you want to be powerful? I can give you anything you could possibly want. All you have to do-" She sneered as I spit blood in her direction, missing her.

I laughed through my pain, ignoring the blood stinging my eye. "There is nothing you can offer me. You can take your false advertisement and shove it-" My head snapped to side, stinging from one of the creatures back hand me. I took a deep breath as I glared as I looked back up.

"Tsk. Tsk. Obviously you fail to understand how this work. I torture you. You spill your guts." Meg smirked as her hand closed into a fist as I felt an unbearable pressure inside of me. We stared at each, my eyes glazed over with pain. A small whimper escaped my lips as the pain seem to increase.

"Ugh! Even if I knew, there is absolutely nothing you could do to make me tell you anything. With that said…" I used my elbow to plunge into Ryan's abdomen making him loosen his grip. I rolled into frontal somersault, twisting my bottom half to kick Meg in the face. The other attacker charged at me, so using my supernatural strength, I grabbed his arm and yanked him over my body.

Out of my peripheral, gleaming knife swiped at my face, causing shift my stance while grabbing Ryan's arm. I bring my right leg up, kneeing him in the exact place I elbowed him. He hunched over, leading me to knee him in the face. I snaked the knife out of his hand, breaking his wrist. My third attacker gain his balance, so I rolled over Ryan's back to quickly roundhouse. Using my speed, I get behind him and rip his head off.

With surprise, black smoke leaves the body, screeching sound trailing behind, disappears into another cabin. Meg, using my distraction, punches me in the face. She uses the airplane seats as leverage while she doubled kicked into the bar cart. I crashed hard, feeling broken glass prickle my back. Meg jumps my back, slamming my face repeatedly into the broken glass.

"Fucking bitch!" I moaned as I grabbed her hair when she leaned to close. I bit her face, wincing from the piercing screaming as she grabbed a fistful of my hair to pull me off. I released her, coughing up the acidic blood out of my mouth.

Meg started to laugh, holding her face. She looks over at me, blood dripping down her neck. "I always liked the kinky ones." Before I could comprehend her words, my body whip upwards, slamming against the roof of the airplane. I tried to wriggle my way out of the invisible hold, but it was useless.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" I yelled, feeling utter frustration at the situation. I couldn't risk using the witch magic for obvious reasons that we were on a plane and I don't think I would survive that fall.

"You can do that, but Lilith will only send bigger and badder. And she won't stop coming after until she gets what she wants." Meg taunted, not showing one ounce of pain as she sauntered closer to me.

"Who is Lilith and what does she want?" I asked as I saw something out of the corner of my eye, a man wearing a worn leather jacket snatch up Ryan when he entered the compartment divide. My hearing picked up static like sound, flickering.

I hissed as Meg stabbed me with a piece of glass in my lower abdomen. "Lilith is not important, but what is important my father will once again walk amongst us again after been gone so long." Meg had wistful look on her face. "And you should be honor your death won't be in vain. A lot of people can't say the same."

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my eyes off a different man, definitely taller than the last with longer hair down to his shoulders who stepped into the compartment. He was gripping a peculiar knife.

"Look bitch, I have my own daddy issues to last several lifetimes. I don't need yours as well." I snarked, amused at the unpleasant scowl crossing her face. Before she could retort, she whipped around to quick for the normal eye, catching the knife that the taller threw at her that was perfectly aligned with her neck.

I dropped from the ceiling, hitting the seats before I tumbled to the ground. With shaky hands, I yanked the glass shard from my stomach. "When I think the Winchesters' can't be more pain in my ass, here you are, which means dumber can't be to far." I couldn't see much, but under seats, I spot another pair feet appearing. "I hate being right, so Sammy, how's that demon blood treating you?" Meg said, but I tuned out as I used the seats to get to my feet.

Tired of all the talking, I snatched the small plasma tv off the wall, then smacking the hell out of Meg. She gasped out in pain, falling forward. The next hit, I crashed the tv across her head, hearing her skull, breaking under the forceful hit. I'm surprised her head didn't come off. I grunted in pain as I tossed the tv away. I took a deep breath as I leaned against the nearest seat, taking in the peace.

A abrupt 'hmmed' coming from in front of me cause me to look up. A pair of concern green eyes looked down at me, but he was still weary of me. "Are you okay? You look like-" I laughed as cut him off.

"Like shit? Yeah, well it's been a shitty day." I flipped my hair out of my face. "Who are you guys?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at the other man, similar eyes watching me like a hawk, betraying nothing of his intentions. His whole stance tighten with tension, but it didn't take away from his handsome features. "I can assume you know about the supernatural?" It came out like the question, but I felt it was a right estimate when saw the taller stranger give a side eye to the man behind me.

He sighed, nodding his head. "Yeah, my name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean." Sam introduced as he picked up his knife from the ground that was next to Meg. Before I could introduce myself, a new figure appeared out of thin air, making the three of us jump a little. I jumped to my feet, ready to defend myself again, but a hesitant grasp onto my arm stopped me.

"It's okay. He is our friend, Castiel." Sam explained as my eyes went back to the figure appeared. He was dressed down in a black suit with a tan trench coat on top. He had expressionless look on his face as his icy blue eyes looked me over as well.

"Everyone on the plane, besides the pilots, are dead. I killed one other demon that was lurking around." Castiel explained, turning his eyes away, looking down towards Meg.

"That is nice and all, Cas, but who the hell did you have us save?" Dean gruffed, keeping his eyes on me.

I rolled my eyes. "Aren't you just a charming prince?" I snarked as I glared at him.

He smirked as he looked me over. "Well you are no Cinderella yourself." He snarked right back, which I immediately responded with the middle finger.

"To answer your question, we just saved your sister." Castiel replied as he stood there like he didn't dropped the biggest bomb. The three of us looked between of us, Dean getting redder by the second, ready to explode.

We didn't get a chance to think before we heard a gun cock behind me, Sam pulling me back. There was no doubting the man standing in front of me was the pilot, a snaky smile across his face. "You didn't think a little ole tv would keep me down, did you?" Meg smirked.

"No, you like herpes, you just won't go away." Dean snarked, causing Sam and I to snort, despite our situations.

"You know Dean, I heard that you are scare flying." We all watched as the pilot arm with the gun started to point at the airplane window, leading all us to grow nervous. I went to use my supernatural speed, but found my legs stuck.

"If I survive this, I'm going to make it my personal mission to hunt you down and kill you." Dean grunted as he moved closer to the pilot.

"I am really going to enjoy this." The pilot's smile grew wide as I watched the trigger drawback, a loud pop went off, delving us in madness.