I am soooooooo sorry it has taken me so long to write this chapter, but coursework really did kill me.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the winchesters are not mine, if they were, my life would be complete.
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My Apocalypse.
Leigh.
Leigh was floating. She hated angel-induced sleep, she always felt like she was hallucinating. It was always like a bad acid trip. She found herself sat on a cloud, a blue cloud, with the sky around her neon pink. Needless to say, it was starting to give her one hell of a headache. Dream-Leigh clamped her eyes firmly shut, hallucinogenic skies could not affect her if she did not look at them.
Somebody cleared their throat behind her.
"Hey Cas," she said, eyes still firmly closed. "I would look at you, but pink really doesn't agree with me."
"You always were over-sensitive," He said solemnly. "Don't worry, I toned it down for you." Leigh's eyes slowly fluttered open, she found herself sat in a quiet garden, surrounded by trees. The air was thick and smoggy, she could barely see Castiel through the smoke.
"Cas, I can hardly even see you now." She informed him dryly.
"Good," He replied. "The less you can see in here the better, your father is a sadist. Now we need to know a few things."
"Go on Cas…" Leigh sighed, she was sick of questions.
"Well, Sam asks if you're alright?" He started. Leigh laughed, she had not expected that question, least of all from Sam.
"I'm alive," was her only answer.
"Secondly," Castiel coughed uncomfortably. "The purity ring your father delivered. Has he…?" Leigh blushed at the question he could not finish.
"No, not yet. He has Alistair planning something sinister for later." She shuddered.
"Not if we can help it." Castiel promised. "Dean asks if you've told them anything?" Anger spread through Leigh and coloured her cheeks.
"He seriously thinks I'd do that?" she asked quietly, the rage apparent in her whisper. "I've been stabbed, threatened and smacked across the head with an iron bar, and he wants to know if I've snitched? Well you can tell him, I'm not that easy to break. And to go screw himself." Castiel sighed, she was rapidly losing faith. He needed her to wake up. He leant forward and whispered in her ear, her eyes widened in surprise as he leant back. Castiel put both his hands on her shoulders.
"Stick to the shadows, and try not to fall asleep," he said quietly before pushing hard. Leigh's scream was caught in her throat. All around her, the world was fading to black until all she could see was Castiel watching her fall. Unconsciously she reached out to him as he too faded.
Leigh sat bolt upright and gasped for breath as her head span in protest of the quick movement. She continued breathing heavily as tears began to roll down her face. She placed her hand on her chest as she began hyperventilating. She could not do this, she wanted to die. Leigh barely registered when the door opened. She sank to the floor and was using her arms to hold herself up, choking on air she was having to force into her lungs. Her first warning that there was someone else in the room was when brown leather shoes appeared in front of her. Her shoulders became rigid and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
"Alistair," she choked. "Just kill me, get it over with."
"Well now sweetie," he mocked, putting two fingers under her chin and forcing Leigh to look him in the eye. "Where would be the fun in that?" She held her breath as his fist connected with her jaw and sent her head reeling. She gasped as he lifted her from the floor and flung her into the opposite wall, fracturing a rib. She struggled to her feet, clutching her side. She would not let herself cry this time. Leigh was almost thankful for the respite from the psychological torment she had been previously subjecting herself to.
Leigh's brain went completely devoid of thought as one of Alistair's size 12's collided with her shin. She heard the bone crack under the force a couple of seconds before the pain crippled her. She dragged herself into the corner of the room one-handed, still refusing to cry or give him any satisfaction from her pain. She leant back against the wall, breathing heavily and meeting Alistair's stare evenly. She could feel darkness pulling at the recesses of her mind but she refused to give in, she was not going to black out, especially after Castiel's earlier warning.
Alistair smirked as he walked over to Leigh and knelt down in front of her. Her breathing became more and more laboured as he put his hands on her knees. She whimpered as he pushed her legs apart, moving her broken leg. She stopped breathing as his hands reached the hem of her skirt.
"Stop," she gasped, grabbing his wrists. "I'll talk." Lucifer appeared in the doorway, his eyes burning a hole through Leigh's. Her heart sank, she hated herself for what she was about to do.
"Crowley," she whispered. "They've gone for Crowley."
Dean.
As he and Sam drove down the highway, Dean was worried. He barely registered that his hands had tightened on the steering wheel until Sam cleared his throat and pointed it out. The pair of them sat in awkward silence, they weren't used to not being able to help in any way. Castiel had told them Leigh had fallen unconscious twice, but it wouldn't surprise them if he had been hiding things from them again. Castiel appeared in the rear view mirror and Dean practically growled.
"Tell me what the hell is going on now!" he demanded.
"I'll tell you on the way, Chicago Industrial." Castiel said solemnly. Dean put the pedal to the floor, streets went flying past as they hit the 130mph mark. He looked to Castiel for an explanation.
"She fell unconscious when Lucifer brought us her ring. Alistair hit her with a metal bar," Deans hands once again tightened on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. However, Castiel had not finished. "And the second time Lucifer sent her to sleep, to show her a few things." Dan looked at him, confused.
"What things?" Dean asked.
"You mainly," Castiel started. "What he would do to you among other things. Do not worry, I tampered with it, I doubt she saw anything other than your past."
"My past?" Dean continued angrily. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"She's a virgin Dean," Sam cut in. "What would terrify her more than your past." He was surprised to see Dean blush again, he was never embarrassed about sex, Leigh must have had a serious affect on him.
"There's no way to be sure if she even saw that," Castiel attempted to reassure Dean. "She had her eyes closed when I found her." Dean stared ahead, remaining silent and pushing the accelerator pedal further into the floor. For some irrational reason he could not explain, he had wanted to shield Leigh from his past.
As the car pulled into an industrial estate, Dean stopped it in front of a warehouse.
"You sure she's in here?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.
"I saw into her head," Castiel said. "I know for a fact she's in there."
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