so sorry for the late update, you guys DD:

BUT HEY! WE WON SECOND PLACE IN THIS YEAR'S MUNICIPAL MEET (VOLLEYBALL)!

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY!

i do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters; only my OC: Aubrey Milligan.)


AUBREY

Yep. Aubrey's luck had definitely run out.

Who else would get ambushed by five demons in an alley in the break of dawn while walking back to a motel from a burger joint?

Only Aubrey!

She hadn't brought her car—because she actually liked walking from time to time—and she didn't have anything to defend herself with. No demon-killing knife, no Colt, no salt. All she had was a paper bag containing two burgers, a soda, and a gun not lethal to demons—and she was pretty sure that there were only 10 bullets in it. Not even salt rounds. Just regular brass bullets.

So she ran.

Like hell.

Aubrey ran as fast as she could, already having dropped the paper bag full of goods. She didn't need them anymore. Her adrenaline was enough to give her the energy she needed.

After running five blocks, Aubrey came across a grocery mart. Luckily, an empty one. It wasn't open yet. The doors were bolted shut but Aubrey shot the chains dead with her gun. She ran through the doors and slammed it shut behind her, wrapping the bolts once again around the door handles from the inside.

The doors were only made of glass. Aubrey used a shelf filled with potato chips as a barricade. Afterward, she rushed up to the cashier's counter and found huge bags of rock salt inside the bottom drawers. "Thank you, Ohio," she exclaimed before setting to work on pouring the salt lines by the glass door and by the glass windows.

All in all, Aubrey was screwed.

If she couldn't find any Devil's Traps or holy water hidden anywhere, she was going to die. She didn't have a rosary or any kind of holy thing on her. The demons were going to find a way around the salt lines. Aubrey was positive about that. Because grocery marts had storage rooms, and storage rooms had vents and windows and doors leading into the grocery mart. The only friggin' thing storage rooms didn't have was holy water and Devil's Traps.

Aubrey took out her gun. She was right before; only ten bullets, not salt rounds. "Crap… CRAP!"

Suddenly there was a presence beside her and she was startled enough to pull the trigger. The shot rang out, and soon enough there was a bullet-sized hole on the floor.

Eight bullets.

"Aubrey," Castiel said, his voice deadpanned as always but Aubrey had never been happier to see him.

She put her gun back in its holster and turned to look at him, sighing in relief. "Thank God you're here." Then she noticed his nose was bleeding. "What the hell happened to you?"

"The Trickster. I tried to send Sam and Dean another message, and—" He stopped talking abruptly, looking at something behind Aubrey. She didn't need to look behind her to know that he had noticed the salt lines.

"Wait… you went there without me?!"

Suddenly the banging on the doors stopped, and Aubrey knew that the demons had moved on to find another source of entry. An idea formulated itself in her mind and, all her previous anger forgotten, she all but pushed Castiel into Aisle 9, where whole jugs of water were stowed. "I need you to make holy water."

The angel looked at her incredulously. "All of this?"

"All of it."

Aubrey guarded the doors as Castiel set to work. He didn't even need salt or a rosary or anything like that. He just put his hand over the water and recited a short incantation and that was it.

She heard a noise from the back of the mart, and cursed. "You're going to exorcise all of them," she told the angel, who had stopped chanting and now stood beside her, a row of jugs filled with holy water behind him. "While I distract the others, you exorcise one and we just work our way up. Get it?"

Aubrey thought that it was a good plan. She had holy water and a gun—though no salt rounds. But it was enough.

The angel seemed to hesitate. "This plan is likely to fail. There are five demons out there."

"You have any better ideas?" When the angel looked at her with a frown, Aubrey grinned back. "And besides, Sam and Dean Winchester may be experienced, but I've been hunting demons with my old man since I was ten years old."

With Castiel convinced, Aubrey snatched two jugs of holy water off the floor and pulled out her gun. "Get ready."

When the demons rushed in through a small set of doors that was sure to have led to the damned storage room, Aubrey was surprised to see Castiel make the first move. He surged forward and immediately landed a punch on one of the demons, sending it flying all the way to the other aisle. Aubrey shook herself from her stupor—she reminded herself never to screw with an angel—and started spilling holy water everywhere.

The demons had already surrounded her. Aubrey couldn't get it into her head that they wanted to kill her more than the angel who could exorcise them, or better yet, kill them. The only thing that kept them at bay was the holy water Aubrey sprinkled over their faces.

One had managed to get too close, instantly grabbing for Aubrey's throat. Aubrey shot it in the chest. She had done all she could to avoid killing the humans inside, but sometimes it was just impossible.

Seven.

She pushed the demon away, making it crash against a rack full of cup noodles. "CAS!"

The angel appeared from behind a shelf. As soon as he saw the demon on the floor, already regaining his footing, he rushed forward and landed a hard punch on the thing's stomach before placing his hand on its forehead. Aubrey looked away, not needing to see further into the exorcism. She didn't need stars dancing before her eyes while battling a horde of demons. In her head, she said, Two down.

Only three more stood before her. The second jug had drained out, and it took only a moment for Aubrey to realize that she was holding only a gun in her hands. No more holy water.

To her left, five full jugs of holy water sat in a row. Aubrey dived for one, and her fingers had only scraped around the cold surface of the jug when one of the demons jumped on her.

It started strangling her. Her breaths got stuck in her throat, coming out ragged and incomplete. Then the demon spoke her to. "You killed my brother," it said, a cloud of black erupting from its eyes and encasing the whites. "And now you will die."

"Ugly there was your bro?" Aubrey boldly asked, fully aware of two more demons fighting with Castiel behind one of the shelves. She kept going, raising the gun between the demon's eyes. "You can go right back to hell with him." The shot rang out.

Six. Aubrey pushed the demon off her, only looking long enough to see a whole in its head before she made her way to Castiel.

He had already exorcised one, and he battled furiously with the other. It wasn't a fair fight at all. Aubrey watched as the angel quickly overwhelmed the demon, and soon enough there were two bodies lying before his feet.

"There's one over the—" Before Aubrey could finish, he had already slipped by her. The angel made quick work with the last demon, striking its jaw when it tried to make a move against him and placing his hand over the thing's face.

The demon thrashed beneath Castiel's grip. Aubrey went over and pushed its shoulders down just as the incantation finished. Thick black smoke billowed out from the newly-exorcised human, engulfing Aubrey's vision. When the smoke was gone, she was only gripping the shoulders of one of the unlucky humans.

Aubrey sighed and thought furiously for a moment, desperately trying to cling onto the bright side of things. "I only shot two. We're both still alive. That's good, right?" She looked at the angel beside her and found him staring again. "Hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said simply. He had a nasty cut above his brow, but she couldn't blame him. He had taken on two demons and exorcised three all by himself. Aubrey was just the distraction.

Aubrey turned away from him, looking around the half-destroyed grocery mart. At least it was fixable, unlike Aubrey's self-esteem. How many people had she gotten killed? She'd never really thought about it before, but as it turned out, she only needed a wake-up call.

It was Castiel who broke her out of her reverie once again. "We should go," was all he said, but it was enough for Aubrey.

They pushed the shelf-barricade away and brushed their feet on the salt lines.

Once again, Aubrey realized just how much God must have hated her.

After unbolting the doors, she pushed. She pushed, and pulled, and pushed again with all her might but the door wouldn't budge. Even with the help of the angel they couldn't open it. "Dammit," Aubrey cursed. "Is it the Trickster?"

"Yes, he doesn't want us to…" The angel trailed off, staring at something above them. Aubrey craned her neck—which throbbed painfully because the demon had a tight grip—and saw a large crack on the ceiling. She was positive it hadn't been there before.

She saw flashing lights beneath the cracks, and might have even heard people yelling, "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Aubrey narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "What the—"

She was barely able to swallow the bile back down when they were unexpectedly sucked into the crack. It widened, the edges turning smooth and flat.

They emerged from the wide fissure, and before them thousands of people rose on their feet, cheering at the top of their lungs. When Aubrey realized they were cheering at them, her heart dropped into her stomach. "Cas, where are we?"

She turned to look at her angel friend and found him just as baffled and confused as she was. "I believe we are in a… wrestling match."

"What!?" Aubrey looked down at her feet and, to her horror, found a pentagon-shaped logo. The initials meant nothing to her, but as she looked around, she realized just what kind of game the Trickster was playing with them. Her jaw dropped. "You're kidding me—"

The crowd's yelling became considerably louder, and Aubrey looked up just in time to see a kick flying towards her face. She was barely able to dodge it, but wasn't able to help the counterattack to her stomach.

She reeled, stumbling backwards and tripping over her feet. When the stars disappeared, Castiel's face hovered above her. "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch," she said, holding her hand up. The angel helped her up to her feet, and she regained her balance.

His bleeding brow furrowed. "He's human."

"Not him," Aubrey snapped. "The Trickster. I'm gonna kill him."

"We have to find a way to get out of this place first." The angel looked above and around them. "Maybe he—" A flying judo kick connected with his face, and Aubrey yelped.

"Cas!"

Castiel fell to the ground, but was picked up again anyway by a huge burly man with dark skin and a shiny bald head. The man threw the angel to the boundary line, and held him there. Aubrey stared, dumbfounded, as Castiel did nothing. The bridge of his nose was swollen from where a punch had landed, and his eyes were miserably drooped low.

The man landed a hit at the angel's stomach, and that was it. Aubrey strolled up to the boxer/wrestler/mugger and, bringing her foot up, kicked the guy's crotch. Almost immediately he lost his footing and steered towards the side as the crowd yelled. "OOOHHHHHHHH!" Aubrey didn't care. At least he's away from Cas, she thought as she made the presumed time-out sign in wrestling matches.

"TIME OUT!" she screamed, panicking as she heard the angel behind her groan. "TIME OUT!" A bell rang, and Aubrey pulled Castiel out of the ring. She made him sit on one of the steps leading up to the cage.

Thankfully, he raised his head. "That man is very strong," he deadpanned, swiping at the cut above his eyebrow.

"Yes, he is." Aubrey laughed out loud in relief. "Look, Cas, we have to get out of here. Can you zap us back?" She looked behind her at the referee in panic, knowing that timeouts were at least only a minute long.

Castiel was silent for a moment before she heard his voice again. "No. This is his world. Only he can control whether we get out or not." Aubrey never thought she'd see it, but a sweat trickled out of the angel's hair and rolled down the side of his cheek.

"Cas." She gulped. "Are you… tired?"

"I don't know why, but I feel like my energy is being… whirl-pooled out of me."

"You've been with Dean too long. That's how he would say it." Aubrey's heart dropped the same time the bell rang out again. The same burly dark-skinned man stepped up to the ring, slapping his hands against his stomach. "Time is up!" he yelled, with an accent that Aubrey couldn't put her finger on.

"Listen to me." She shook the angel gently and he looked up at her with a dazed expression. "You have to try to get to Sam and Dean again. You're the only one who can zap up over there and tip them. I'll stay here and stall as long as I can."

The angel definitely took his time to think about it. The crowd jeered at them to make it faster, and Aubrey catcalled unpleasant names at them. Finally, Castiel nodded his head. Aubrey clapped him on the shoulder and, sucking in the nasty smell of the wrestling ring, put on her best wrestling scowl.

"Bring it on, bitch." The wrestler in front of her growled, and just before the referee could call start, Aubrey looked behind her. The angel over her shoulder wasn't there anymore. With a grim smile, she prayed that her legs wouldn't turn to mush before he came back.


bit of a filler chapter, i know, but next chapter will finally have some more Castiel/Aubrey moments Cx

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