Eight

I was shaking violently, curled up in a small ball underneath a solid wooden table. I shoved my fist in my mouth hoping that it might stop the sobs that threatened to bubble over before they gave away where I was hiding. The other clutched my face with the other hand, feeling blood seep through my fingers and drip onto the tiled floor. I wondered if the angels hearing was keen enough to hear the faint sound, I hoped beyond all hope he couldn't. The problem was I knew by now that he could smell it, ever since he got his first taste he had been able to smell what he called, the sweet and overpowering scent of my blood. It felt like no matter how hard I fought or how far I ran, it was useless, he would always want me dead, or worse. I could hear footsteps coming from the hall, I tried to make myself as tiny as possible and practically stopped breathing as they drew closer. I shuddered as the footsteps came to a halt at the doorway to the room I had concealed myself, the door swung open and I could see a pair of immaculately shined black shoes enter the room.

"You're in here aren't you my dear? I can smell you, you know I can, come out now, make it easy on me and I'll make it quick. Hide from me and you'll know how that knuckle dragging mudfish you knock around with felt, in hell, being tortured, having his skin flayed from his body over and over and over." the angel chuckled and the sound sent shivers down my spine. He walked around the room for a few moments, opening a cupboard in the corner and searching it before slamming it shut so hard a hinge flew off and heading for the table.

"And once I'm done with you, I think I will go after him and that gangly brother of his," he paused, "Hmmmm maybe on second thoughts I will keep you alive while I eviscerate them and force you to watch. Would you like that? Hearing Sam's last breaths escape his lungs. Seeing the light fade in Deans eyes and knowing you could have prevented their deaths?I guess then I would have to start on the rest of the little band of misfits you call family. That redneck father figure of yours, his little divine brat and that traitorous shit she has fettered herself to. I'll make Sofiel watch as I disembowel her father and for her mate, I have something special in mind involving red hot iron bars engraved with Enochian. I'll kill her too, a monumental waste of power but maybe once I rip her Grace from her body before disposing of the human shell, I can find away to absorb her Grace into mine. I'm not above killing my own kind Rayne, I would kill another angel for a small promotion, you think I wouldn't for destroying the biggest threat to our plans and getting to taste the ambrosia that is your life blood, even if it is just a single drop? Do not underestimate my desire for power Rayne. Many a soul has and have not lived long enough to regret it. Just give yourself up sweetheart, save your loved ones." Hearing this I rolled out from my hiding spot, pulling out the knife Sam had given me. I jumped up quickly but I was just a human, against an angel, I would never be fast enough. He grabbed me by the arm, digging his nails deep into my skin. His vast grey wings spread out behind him, each time I saw him, each time he took a drink of my blood, the more blood red I saw on them. It was as if my blood was contaminated, as if it was corrupting his purity with every sip he took. He looked straight at my face, his eerie blue eyes meeting mine in a mocking fashion.

"Oh my sweet little Rayne, you are so easy to exploit, so easy to manipulate. You wear your biggest weakness on your sleeve. Your family drags you into these positions my dear, especially your foolish connection with Sofiel. You think once she knows what you really are she will still love you? You think an angel, even one so naive as Sofiel, could care about something as filthy and disgusting as you? You are a freak, a misfit, an unnatural hybrid. Sofiel is only still on your side because you are lying to her." He grinned like the Cheshire cat, his perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth glinting, even in the rooms low light. I couldn't listen to this crap any more, I wrenched my arm from his grasp, suppressing a scream as his nails dragged through my flesh. He clearly wasn't expecting me to fight as his eyes grew wide. 'Good' I thought ' that buys me a second or two' I hit him in that ridiculously perfect mouth with the blunt end of the knife and kicked him back.

"It's Dylan not Sofiel you pompous, narcissistic, zealous bastard!" I screamed as I flung myself towards him.

"You think you can threaten my sister, the man that I love, my family and get away with it? You told me I shouldn't underestimate you, looks like you should practice what you preach asshole." I managed to push him to the floor and throw myself on top. Blood dripped down my arm and my face and onto the white collar of the shirt he always wore under his boring black suit. He couldn't take his eyes off the crimson droplets and I swear I saw beads of perspiration on his upper lip, which surprised me as I thought angels didn't sweat. I laughed, shaking my arm, causing blood to fly in all directions. He couldn't even move he was so mesmerised by it.

"See you're nothing but a pathetic addict!"

"Takes one to know one sweet!" he spat at me. I laughed again.

"True but my family helped me quit, they looked out for me, even when I was bent on self destruction. Whose here to help you?" I looked around motioning to the empty room, "oh that's right, no one. I'm a freak? What kind of angel craves blood like some common vampire?" He growled but still could not take his eyes off my arm. I lifted the knife and he began to whimper.

"Oh please at least have the dignity to go out quietly," I muttered, "I'd say I'll miss you Zachariah but we both know that's a lie." and with that I brought the knife down but instead of striking his chest, I felt the knife fly from my hands. I looked up and saw Dean in the grips of a hulking African American man, a pair of grey looking wings opened up behind him, they glinted and I realised they weren't grey at all but completely silver. Dean was almost blue in the face as the man squeezed his neck.

"Dean!" I screamed trying to jump up. On the floor Zachariah laughed.

"Oh Raphael, you're just in time."

I woke up drenched in sweat with a scream in the back of the impala. Dylan grabbed my hand as Dean stared at me from the front passenger seat.

"Babes! You ok?" she stared into my eyes, clearly looking for the subtle ticks she knew my face gave off when I lied. I nodded, trying not look at Dean.

"You screamed my name," Dean said quietly and I looked up at him , "and not in a good way." I saw the corner of his lip twitch as he tried not to smirk. He must have seen the look of horror on my face because he smiled softly.

"Rayne has dreams," Dylan burst out, "kind of like visions." she blurted. I whipped my head around and glared at her. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"You don't look like the type who would be addicted to demon blood." He frowned.

Dylan and I both looked at him questioningly.

"What?" we said simultaneously. Dean looked surprised and Sam cleared his throat.

"Never mind." he mumbled looking sideways at his brother. I opened my mouth to say something but Sam cut in.

"Coming up to the turn off now guys, lets find a motel." he said shakily. Dean nodded and turned back around. I turned to glare at Dylan once again. 'What?' she mouthed. I rolled my eyes. 'Great now they know' I thought hoping that Sam and Dean didn't think I was weird. Well, weirder.