Chapter 9
A.N-Hey guys, hope you liked the last chapter (thanks for the reviews)and hope you enjoy this chapter is good to :)
Disclaimer-No, I still don't own supernatural.
Evas P.O.V
By now I had been well introduced to Crowley's idea of "fun". He started off by cutting my right arm several times from my wrist up to my shoulder slowly making in more painful for me. Then when the pain had began to die down he would pour holy water (more like hellish water) over the wounds made the veins underneath my skin flash a red/orange colour again. It was getting harder for me not to cry out in pain, but believe me when I say this, inside I was screaming as it felt like every vein in my body was on fire and that I was going to be dead soon if this torture continued. "So," Said Crowley, cleaning the knife before continuing "I'll give you this opportunity to answer my question. Who's your Dad?" He held the knife against my cheek as he asked this. I shook in fear but managed to stay silent, Crowley didn't approve of this so pulled the knife against my cheek, leaving a deep cut oozing with blood. The tears stung as they ran down my face into the cut, but I still kept my mouth shut. I jumped as Crowley threw the demons knife to the ground. "W-why are you doing this?" I spoke lifting up my head to look at Crowley who was now picking out the next torture item from the trolley. "To see what makes you tick, and because...well, I can." He looked over at me but I looked down to the ground to avoid eye contact.
I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down but was soon interrupted as Crowley pulled my head up by my hair to make us come face-to-face. My lip started to tremble as Crowley revealed the angel blade from behind his back. It tried to pull away but I couldn't, clenching the handle of the blade he spoke. "I will ask you once more...who is your fath-?"
"I'm not telling you!" We were both stunned silent after I shouted, where I got the confidence to do that I have no idea! Crowley nodded his head once to the side then slapped me across the face. I spat out the blood from my mouth before he put his hand around my jaw. "Don't you dare talk back to me like that you little runt!"
"Or what?" I said clearing my throat, "You'll kill me? Go on then, I'll take the answers to your questions to my grave if that's what you want." Crowley let go of me, leaned back and looked at the tip of the angel blade then back at me. "Well that's that then. I guess if you can't recall who dear father is then I'll just have to pay a visit to Sam and Dean..." Crowley came back into the circle lifting up the blade as if he was ready to stab me in the chest with it. I became tense, I held my breath, closed my eyes tight and waited for it all to end for me. But, nothing happened. Slowly I opened one eye to find the blade was inches away from penetrating my chest. I let out a sigh of relief, Crowley leaned right into my face whispering sourly "next time I'll put it through your bloody chest and into your heart." Then sat the angel blade on my lap and walked out leaving me alone again in the room.
Meanwhile in the Impala on the Road to the Hospital Sam's (P.O.V)
Dean had been driving now for about 20minutes when we came to a junction with two roads leading in different directions. "I'm telling you we go left here, not right!"
"Give me the map will you! Women have no sense of direction!" Balthazar and Meg had been quiet for most of the journey, but all good things must come to an end as they say. Meg had been put in charge of the map and had led us the right way so far, but there seemed to be some confusion as to whether Dean should turn right or left. "Ha see!" Shouted Balthazar acting like a child leaning over Cas who was in between Balthazar and Meg. "This road to the right leads to the Hospital. There it is in black and white!" Balthazar pointed at the area on the map which was now in Megs face. "That map is coloured-dumb ass!" Snapped Meg. "He's coloured blind Meg..." Said Cas innocently, which was followed by an awkward silence. Balthazar looked at Cas as if he was ready to throttle him, but thankfully he didn't. Rolling her eyes at Balthazar's persistence she soon admitted that she was wrong. As Balthazar leaned back over into his seat pleased to get one up on Meg (again) Dean took the road leading to the right.
Suddenly I could hear thunder. I looked at the rear view mirror to see where the noise was coming from. "What the hell?" Said Dean, leaning forward over the steering wheel in amazement at what we all seen approaching in front of us. Weird dark clouds filled the sky and seemed to be travelling towards us at some speed. "Is it just me or is that storm coming towards us?" I said. The Impala came to a halt; the car was silent as the thunder rumbled on. "Yeah you're right Sammy." Said Dean sitting back in the seat. Dean turned round to ask Meg, Cas and Balthazar if they had any idea what was going on while I kept an eye on the storm if that's even what it was. "Told you we should have turned left." Said Meg under her breath, this didn't go unnoticed by Balthazar who started to give Meg dirty looks. While Dean was trying to finish the debate between Balthazar and Meg I noticed out the corner of my eye another storm forming, the exact same as the one in front then another appeared... "Um, Dean?" I said tapping him on the shoulder but still keeping an eye on the surrounding storms. "What?" I didn't need to speak for Dean to see what was happening. All at once the Impala started to shake from side-to-side as the wind picked up and the dark clouds closed in on us. Instinct kicked in as we all put on our seat belts and Dean started up the car and began to reverse.
We had almost made it back to the start of the road; the five of us were all looking out the rear window until Cas turned round to face me and Dean. "Dean!" He shouted. I turned round to see that we were surrounded in black smoke and had no visibility. Something clipped the side of the Impala sending us spinning out of control. The car wheels screeched down the highway as Dean tried to regain control but it was no good as the Impala started to barrel roll in the air off the road and ended up landing on its roof. The dust settled as we were left trapped in the remains of the Impala dangling over the ditch filled with sharp jagged rocks below...
A.N-So what did you think, where did the storm come from? Did it have something to do with Crowley...? ;) you'll just have to wait and see. Please review and thanks for reading!
casbeccawho