"Hey, I got your missed calls, what's up?" Dean walks in with a fry in his mouth and a bag of food in his hands.
"I need to go. I need to help her!" I shout, pacing around the room. My mind spins madly with images of what the bastard could be doing to Rebecca at this very second.
"Whoa, what's going on?" Dean hollers as he takes in the atmosphere of the room. "Sam, what the hell is she talking about?"
"A demon has Rebecca hostage. They just called Holly and told her to be at the house or else she would die." Sam explains, his voice strained, but controlled.
"He has her Dean. He could be torturing her or whatever the hell demons do! I have to go. I have to help her." I quickly grab my coat and rush towards the door.
"Hey, hey, hold your horses." Dean stands in front of the only exit out of the room. "We can't just barge in there guns blazing! We need to think about this. If the demons are using Rebecca as bait, then it's all the more reason not to go."
"She is not just some woman. She cared for me! Loved me like her own! I will not repay her kindness by leaving her to die by some demons hand. I'm going whether you like it or not!" I angrily scream in his face .
"Dean's right." Sam speaks. I turn to stare at him in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I know how hard this must be for you, but if we walk into this trap who knows what will happen? They could capture you and still kill her despite the deal. You can never trust a demon."
"What about Castiel? He could help us right?" I ask, sounding desperate. "Yeah, we didn't start out on the right foot, but he should want to take out some demons right? Aren't they eternal enemies or something?"
"We can't promise that he would come." Sam clarifies. "Castiel has his own agenda. Sometimes he just pops in and out whenever we least expect it."
"Fine! Forget the angel." I grumble as they watch me with apprehensive eyes. "You know if you don't help me, I'm just going to save her on my own. No matter what you say, this is - this is total bullshit!"
"And...that's why I'm glad we have these." Dean pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his duffel bag, waving them in front of my face. "For special occasions."
I squint at him in fury. "You wouldn't dare."
"Sam and I have no choice. We need to keep you safe, that is our priority." He states as he grabs one of your wrists and snaps the cuff into place. I struggle against his strong hold on my arm as he cuffs me to the post of one of the beds.
"You don't have to man handle me." I scoff, my glare deepening at him.
"If looks could kill." He murmurs amused, which only pisses me off even more.
"You know, you can be a real ass." I sneer.
"The feelings mutual princess and guess who has first watch tonight." He winks with a smirk.
"Dean stop pissing her off." Sam cuts in, nudging his brother away from me. "Holly, we aren't going to leave an innocent woman to die. Our job is to save people and this case is no different. We just need to think things through first before acting out, alright? Besides, what use would it be for them to kill her right away?" He points out. "It's just a meaningless threat to get you in their hands faster. They wouldn't do anything that reckless unless they were sure you weren't coming." Sam reassures. "It's been a long night. I think we should all rest before dealing with this tomorrow and clear our heads a bit. Agreed?"
I nod reluctantly while Dean makes a noise of approval in the back of his throat, falling into a chair and turning on the TV. Sam blows out a tense breathe before going back to work on his laptop.
There is still no sign of Castiel as the clock strikes early morning. My simmering anger keeps me awake as Dean watches some crappy cartoon channel. He offers me food, but I rudely decline to eat anything he touches. Sam is passed out on the other bed, his chest rising and falling deeply with each breath, his laptop still in his lap.
"You know I don't get why you like Sam so much." Dean suddenly speaks, stuffing his mouth full of meat patty. "He didn't always use to be all lollipops and rainbows you know."
"Sam? Not nice? Are we talking about the same person here?"
"A few months ago he would have killed about anyone that would get in his way." He says casually, his eyes watching the images playing on the screen. "Trust me, you're lucky you met him after he got his soul back." As soon as the sentence leaves his mouth, he begins to choke on his food, coughing madly.
I open my mouth to begin bombarding him with questions, but close it shut. "You know what? I'm just not even going to ask. As long as Sam has his soul, no need to explain." I wave him off. "Plus, seeing you choke on a chunk of meat was enjoyable enough to watch."
"I would say thanks, but now not so much." He responds flatly before taking on a more serious tone. "You do know we are trying to do what's best for you, right? We aren't going all Guantanamo Bay for no reason."
"Totally, being cuffed to a bed is a great way to spell out friendship." I snap.
"Look. I know you're pissed, but what we're doing here is the best way to protect you. Sam and I have dealt with these situations before. We know what we are doing. You just need to trust us." He eyes me sympathetically.
I brush off him off, ignoring his attempts to get boost my spirits. He keeps his gaze for another moment before gluing them back to the TV. While he's distracted, I search around the room for anything to help get me out of my bonds, but see nothing of use. The only thing that would set me free is the keys currently in Dean's pant pocket and it would be nearly impossible to get them.
After another hour passes, Dean begins to nod off. When I hear a slight snore come from his mouth, the TV suddenly flickers. My eyes slide to the static image coming from the monitor and my eyes squint in suspicion. I look around for anything that could have caused the bizarre action and see nothing out of the ordinary. When I hear the click of my cuffs unlock, I look down and my eyes widen in surprise. How the hell did that happen? Did I do that?
Whatever, doesn't matter. Now I'm home free, I smile to myself. All I have to do is get out of this damn room and get to Rebecca. I rub my irritated wrist where the cuff was clamped to, the skin slightly red. I quietly rise from the bed, flinching when the mattress squeaks from the movement. My eyes rapidly shift to Dean and Sam and let out a sigh of relief as they keep snoring away. I quickly tip toe to the door and pull the handle open as gently as I can. Surprisingly the old door hinges made no noise of protest as I sneak through the doorway. I let out a silent prayer that Dean and Sam wouldn't notice I was gone until I had a good head start on them.
Luckily, I still had my car keys and quickly rush back to the diner where I left my car. Dean told me to leave it there until tomorrow morning, well wasn't he in for a surprise. I pick the keys out of my pocket and hop into the car. The engine roars with a start as I turn the key in the ignition. I place the gear into drive and screech away from the diner, pulling onto the road and driving to the outskirts of town. Well, here goes nothing. I'm coming Rebecca.
(Back at the motel room)
Dean's head rolls to the side, trying to get comfortable in the awkward position he was sleeping in on the chair. He shifts his hand down to the armrest to pull himself to the right when he knocks down the remote control that was balancing on the top of it. The device hits the floor with a thud and the TV shuts on, startling him awake.
"Huh, what?" He rubs at his eyes, the light of the TV blinding him. He groans as he reaches for the remote on the floor to turn the monitor off. As soon as the TV goes black, he lets out a loud yawn and checks to see if Holly was still cuffed to the bed. When he sees the bed empty, he swiftly jumps up and runs to edge of the bed seeing the cuffs still attached to the post, but unlocked.
"Sam!" He shouts, going to his brother and shaking his shoulder roughly. "She's gone! Holly is gone! Well, isn't this fan-friggin'-tastic."
Sam's eyes pop open at the sound of his brother yelling. "Dean?" He asks groggily, his voice still raspy with sleep. "What's going on?"
"That-" He points to the empty bed beside him. "-is what's going on! How the hell did she get out? I still have the damn keys in my pocket!" He pulls them out for Sam to see.
"Are you sure she didn't just pick the lock?" Sam asks, rubbing his eyes and getting up from the bed.
"Hell no! I made those myself. Do you think I'm stupid?"
Sam observes the cuffs lying on the bed and picks it up with one hand. "Well, the metal is not even bent so I don't know how she could have got out of them. They look totally fine."
"They are completely unlockable without the key so unless she does have some super freak powers like Cas said then that's the only thing that can explain it... Unless…" Dean fades off, his face turning red with fury. "Cas!? You son of a bitch you better get down here, right now!"
The sound of wings rustle and soon Castiel appears. "Yes?"
"Would you like to explain your little magic act, huh?!" Dean questions loudly, pointing to the handcuffs. "Don't you dare lie to me."
"She was becoming a disturbance. This was the only way to ensure your safety." The angel states coolly. "I gave her what she wanted. Whatever happens to her is none of your concern now."
"Cas, she could get hurt! She could even get killed!" Sam yells at him. "I know you are trying to do what's best for us, but this was wrong and you know it." He glares, grabbing his lap top to shove inside his bag along with the rest of his clothes.
"You better hope we get there in time." Dean proclaims firmly, scowling at Cas before he throws the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder and storms out of the room. "Sam, hurry up!"
By the time I pull up to Rebecca's house, the sun is barely beginning to rise. As I stare at the house, my blood boils in anger. It was the only place that I found peaceful and safe, a place I called my home and now it was tainted with dread and fear. I jump out my car and roughly slam the door shut. I go to the trunk to search for any kind of weapon that would be of use against a demon. Hell, anything that could even hurt a demon would be better than nothing. I see a crow bar and quickly grab it, sliding the tool under my coat. I shut the trunk before slowly walking towards the entrance.
I sneak a peek in the windows and see nothing in view besides furniture in the gloomy light. I place my hand on the door knob and turn the handle, not surprised to find it opening easily. As I step into the dark house, chills begin to run up my spine. I soundlessly close the door behind me and scan the room for any evidence of break in. The furniture seems to be intact and in the same place it usually is in. I can't help, but smile when I spot a frame of me and Rebecca during Christmas lying upon the fireplace. We are standing by our fully decorated Christmas tree with cheesy smiles adoring our faces and cookies in our hands. I could remember that day like it was yesterday. My very first Christmas, theoretically that is. The day when Rebecca officially became a part of my family.
As my mind preoccupies with old memories, a sound of glass shattering in the kitchen breaks me out of my trance. I quickly rush into the room and see a circle of fire flare up around the body of a person slumped on the floor as I enter. When I realize it's Rebecca, I quickly rush to her side, but get thrown forcefully across the room once I reach her. My back hits the cabinets harshly, knocking the wind out of my gut and the crowbar out of my coat. I look up when a man dressed in all black walks out of the shadows and into the light of the fire. His piercing black eyes contrast with the color of his pale skin.
"Hello Holly." He purrs, his tongue slipping out of his mouth like a serpent. "I'm glad you finally showed up. I was just about to start the fun without you."
"You got me where you want me. Now, a deal is a deal. You let her go!" My limbs struggle against the invisible hold he had on me.
"Hmmmm." He hums curiously. "You really don't know much about anything do you?" I stare at him confused and his lips grown into a grin. "Completely clueless indeed." He eyes Rebecca lying unconscious in the circle of fire. "I guess it's time for some storytelling, don't you think?" He flicks his wrist, sending her in midair and shocking her awake.
"Stop! Don't hurt her! Please." I beg him as I meet her now open and frightened eyes.
"H-Holly." She chokes.
"I said stop!" I bellow, my hands tightening into fists.
"Very well." He obliges, dropping her to the ground once more. I glare at him as she hits the ground hard and gasps for air. "So, you really don't know who you are, do you girl?" He raises a skinny eyebrow at me.
"People keep asking me that lately, but sadly no, I don't. Please enlighten me." I mock.
"Hmmm, a feisty one as well." He comments to himself. "The Fallen One." The word hisses out of his mouth like a curse.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" I angrily reply.
"Why don't you have this pest tell you?" He nods to Rebecca in the circle of fire.
"Rebecca?" I turn to stare at her, my eyes wide with confusion.
"Holly. I'm so sorry. P-please forgive me. " She pleads, rising from the ground to stand. "M-my name is not Rebecca. My real name is Sariel. I'm an angel." I freeze in shock as she continues speaking.
"I was sent to Earth after the apocalypse to help strengthen the belief of God after a time of tragedy, to bring humanity back towards their faith." She explains. "What I didn't expect was to fall in love during my time here. Being on Earth made me feel things I have never felt before, things I didn't think were possible. A man named David was a prophet that helped me during my duties and we grew very fond of each other. When it came time to return to Heaven, I didn't want to leave him and my brothers and sisters smited my love out of spite. They said nothing so feeble or weak was worthy of my affection. So, I was casted down to Earth to live for eternity for my sin. It's been years since I've been home, but I can still hear the angels, hear them talking about something called the Fallen One."
"What are you talking about?" I whisper, my voice tight with emotion.
"You, Holly, are you are part of God himself. The one God has been trying to protect all this time."
"But why would he want to protect me? I'm- I'm just a girl?"
"No, Holly you are more than that. You were destined to be special." She states with a small smile. "The one sent by God to bring us all to peace."
"I don't understand. If the world was already saved, what does it have to do with me?"
"I wasn't sure at first, but there is uproar in the garrison. They speak of another evil power threatening to take over the Earth. One that is far greater than Lucifer himself. It seemed like a mere rumor, until the signs began to develop. Murders, abductions, the mass mutilations of cows. It all started the night you fell."
My mind flashes back to that terrible night in the woods and Sam telling me of the very same thing just hours ago. "...but can't I remember anything. If I fell, shouldn't I remember?"
"Any knowledge about God is too dangerous to have on Earth." She clarifies. "God erased your memories to keep you and the others safe. You are the only one who knows his true plan. However, you are the only one who can break the spell that he has casted over you. You have to figure out yourself how to remember."
"Why didn't you tell me this before!?" I scream at her, angry tears begin to prickle my eyes, but I force them back. "I thought I meant something to you!I thought you loved me!"
She looks away, flinching at my words that whipped through her. "When they took my David away from me, I was so angry and full of grief. I wanted nothing more than to have him back in my arms and called demons to revive him. They promised that if I found this so called Fallen One then they would bring him back. So, I made a deal." She glimpses up at me, her eyes shining with regret. "I know it was stupid and selfish, but Holly I was desperate. These feelings from being away from heaven for so long, were more powerful than I ever thought possible. They made me foolish and weak. So, I searched for you all over the world, trying to find the only way to bring my beloved back to me. When I heard of the meteor in Kansas, I knew it was too irregular to be of natural cause. With the garrison in total chaos during the time, I thought it was my best chance. I raced to the site, but only found the crater you left. I tried to follow you, but before I could take you myself, the Winchesters found you. I followed you and possessed this woman's body and when you arrived I knew it had to be you. The great power that came off of your very skin was even more proof that I was correct."
I stare at her in horror. The only person that was normal in my life had lied to me all this time. My heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. "Well, aren't you quite the actor? Playing with my feelings!" I shout, the tears finally spilling down my face. "All those memories I had with you, thinking you were my family. They were all a lie!"
"No, Holly please listen to me." She begs, her eyes pleading. "When I took you into my home, I did have intentions to give you to the demons, but that was before I fell in love again, with you." She reaches towards me desperately, her hand only reaching as close to the edge of the fire that surrounded her. "I couldn't let them take you because of my selfishness. I deserve whatever comes to me, but you are our only hope now. You and the ones who stopped the first apocalypse." She eyes the demon watching us with interest. "They are scared of those boys, the Winchesters and the rebel angel, Castiel. You all are the only chance in saving the world now."
My head aches with the sudden turn in events. "Wait, wait. Just hold on a damn minute!" I shout, my aching eyes shutting closed. "I'm supposed to stop this bad guy and save the world, but can't remember a damn thing about it?" I open my eyes to gaze at her, my voice cracking in pitch. "How am I supposed to defeat them? What am I?!"
"You are the-" She begins to speak until a blade rips through her chest, cutting her off. It all happens so fast. The demon is suddenly behind Rebecca, pulling the long silver blade out of her body. The sleek blade covered in her blood.
I hear the sound of a blood curdling cry pierce the air as she slumps to the ground dead. "NO!"
"We can't let her give away the big secret now can we." He smirks, swiping his finger across the blade and bringing the bloodied finger to his mouth for a taste.
"You bastard!" I roar with anger, my vision turning red. "You will pay for what you've done!" I feel my blood pump strongly through my veins, feeling a power surge inside me that I have never felt before.
"You can't do nothing to me petty being. You can't even access your own powers. You are useless and God has wasted his time on you."
"You want to test that theory?!" I scream, the air around me growing hot. A force wraps around my body like a cloak and a burning white energy spreads to my fingertips. His cocky smile fades as he begins to notice the change in the air around him. His expression turns frightened when my hair begins to float around me, my feet lifting off the floor. I lift my hand towards him. A spark ignites in the very core of my body and explodes out of my palm, striking the demon head on. My face spreads into a grin as his cries of agony fill the room, only making me burn his skin off even slower to prolong his pain.
"STOP. PLEASE!" He begs, his body surrounded by a fierce blue flame. His face twisted in anguish. I smile on, ignoring his cries, until the front door busts open.
"Holly!" I hear Dean's distant cry as he rushes into the kitchen with Sam and Castiel. His eyes widen in disbelief as he sees me floating mid-air with blue fire shooting out of my palm. I turn to look at him and his face freezes in shock. I glimpse behind him and see Sam wearing the same horrified expression, while Castiel observes me with intensity.
"D-Dean...? Sam?" The sudden power abruptly fades, causing me to collapse to the floor. I hear shouting and feel hands on my body, but everything seems so fuzzy and far away. I smell the faint odor of charred flesh before my vision turns hazy and then black.