I was standing outside that room. I could hear her screams, her pain, I felt her heart beating faster then anything I'd ever heard before. My hands were shaking, I wanted to help so bad, I wanted to save her from the pain; but I couldn't even move.
"You see Castiel, everything happens for a reason." Zachariah was proudly walking around me like he did with her when she was here. He waited for one of her screams to die down before he continued. "You knew she would have to pay for her sins." He stopped in front of me. "But you don't have to suffer with her. Do as you're told and I will spare her, and you of pain." I turned my head to the door that she was behind and I heard another blood curtailing scream. I closed my eyes and tried not to whimper at the sound.
"Let her go." It was the only thing I could think of to say.
"She must pay for her sins, but, follow my orders and I'll spare her life."
"What orders?" I looked back at him and tried to keep the sorrow from my face.
"You tell Dean nothing, about anything that happened here." I nodded my head and lowered my gaze to the ground. "You can not tell Dean about the apocalypse and how Sam is involved." I nodded my head again. "And get him to swear his loyalty to the Angels." He smiled and I looked up at him, but reluctantly nodded my head lowering it back down. "When I have more orders; you will follow them without question." I slowly nodded my head and he smiled.
I walked back down an empty hallway for a while before I heard the gun shot back on Earth, it was my vessel and I could hear his heart pounding in my ears like it was my own. I knew I had to save his family, I just hoped I could save him as well.
The angel torturing me left when Zachariah stepped into the room, he was smiling and I let my head bang ageist the wall behind me.
"Not you again, I thought you were done." I smiled at him and closed my eyes.
"As long as you're alive, Castiel will do whatever I tell him to. I just have to wait until he no longer thinks of you as his superior, then I will kill you and he will listen to me." I shook my head and looked him straight in the eye.
"He will never listen to you." I spat the blood on the ground and he smirked.
"He already is." Worry spread across my face, I hated not knowing, and controlling. "You see, as long as he thinks there's a chance to save you, he will abide by my rules." He stood in front of me and lifted my head to look at him. He put his lips to my ear and whispered the next part. "I think he likes you." He laughed "More then just a friend." I let my head roll forward. No.
I felt something in my eyes and I watched my vision blur, I felt them run down my cheeks and onto the floor; I was crying. No.
"Soon, Sam will fall to the demon blood. Dean will step up and kill Lucifer. And maybe I'll let Castiel live." I lifted my head and gritted my teeth.
"You son of a bitch; you can kill me, but don't you dare take my sins out on him! You leave him out of this." I tried to lift off the wall and found strength deep inside that I used to pull away. I felt the chains bend under my force but I couldn't hold it long; blood oozed out of my wounds and pooled on the floor in front of me. I soon fell back onto the wall, panting and struggling to keep my feet standing.
"Don't waste your energy, even if you do make it out, angels will kill you in that same minute." I smiled at him still out of breath.
"All I need is one second to kill you." I laughed so loud it bounced off the walls around me and he stormed out of the room.
The torturer stepped back in and he shook his head in disappointment. He seemed reluctant to pick up the knife.
"Why couldn't you just say you were wrong." He looked truly sad.
"Because I know I'm right." He shook his head again.
"And you're willing to die, just for being right." I smiled and looked down at the man.
"Yes, I'm willing to die to save the ones I…" I paused on the word because I had never said it before and never really understood its meaning till now. "Love; I'd die for them. To protect them, and there isn't enough torture in the world to kill it." I chuckled and thought about a life on Earth after this. He closed his eyes and slit across my stomach and I jerked forward in pain. His lips were at my ear and he held the side of my face in his bloody hand.
"I'm sorry." I smiled on his cheek and he looked at my face to see what was so funny.
"Orders are orders." I started to laugh and he took the knife across my arm in another slash. I'm pretty sure he thought that I had lost my mind.
"You can't reach him, Dean. You're outside your coverage zone." He didn't turn around to look at me.
"What are you gonna do to Sam?" I sighed and walked across the room to Dean's right.
"Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself." I turned to face him and he gave me a questioned look.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I looked down. "Oh, right, right. Got to toe the company line. Why are you here Cas?" I looked back up at him.
"We've been through much together, you and I. And I just wanted to say, I'm sorry it ended like this." He nodded his head and lifted his eyebrows.
"Sorry?" I tilted my head slightly and he punched me leaving only him injured. He scoffed off the pain and continued. "It's Armageddon, Cas. You need a bigger word than "sorry.""
"Try to understand -- this is long foretold. This is your..."
"Destiny? Don't give me that "holy" crap. Destiny, God's plan... It's all a bunch of lies, you poor, stupid son of a bitch!" he pointed at me to try and get his point across. "It's just a way for your bosses to keep me and keep you in line!" he paused and softened his tone. "You know what's real? People, families -- that's real. And you're gonna watch them all burn?" I felt anger rise and I advanced on him.
"What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here." On the inside I wasn't sure if I was talking about Earth or in Heaven. In Dean or myself. "I see inside you. I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In paradise, all is forgiven. You'll be at peace. Even with Sam." I looked down at the ground. I was not only trying to convince him but myself that Ananchel would find peace, even after this. For some reason I didn't believe it myself. He leaned down to make me look at him.
"You can take your peace... and shove it up your lily-white ass." I looked at him confused "'Cause I'll take the pain and the guilt." Because I was unsure why someone would give up being at peace for the pain and guilt. "I'll even take Sam as is." I tried to get a word in edgewise but he cut me off. "It's a lot better than being some Shepherd bitch in paradise. This is simple, Cas!" I shook my head and turned away from him. "No more crap about being a good soldier. There is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it." He paused long enough to turn me around and make me face him. "Look at me! You know it! You were gonna help me once, weren't you?" I was starting to feel the doubt crawl back up my chest and I wanted to say something but I could find the right words. "You were gonna warn me about all this, before they dragged you back to bible camp. Help me -- now. Please." I paused and thought of the only thing to say.
"What would you have me do?" I couldn't look at him anymore.
"Get me to Sam. We can stop this before it's too late." He was convincing and I was trying to think of a way to stop him.
"I do that, we'll all be hunted. We'll all be killed." I was being serious but Dean didn't care. He had his mind set.
"If there is anything worth dying for... this is it." A single thought passed through my mind and I saw Ananchel hanging from the chains slowly dying and I realized I wanted to live; not for the apocalypse, not for Dean, but for her. I shook my head in sadness and looked away. Dean's expression went strait to anger as he walked away from me.
"You spineless... soulless son of a bitch. What do you care about dying? You're already dead. We're done." I could barely even call out his name.
"Dean" he cut me off again.
"We're done!" I knew I was defeated but I had to ask Ananchel what to do; she would know what to do.
I waited for him to return and felt a presence to my right. It was Castiel; I thought I would never see him again.
"Hey, I wish you would come back later, they really don't have me in the best clothes." I smiled because they had only left my shirt and boy shorts on, and even those were torn, ripped, and cut to shreds.
"I don't have much time. I just have to ask you one question." I leaned forward until the chains held me back.
"Shoot." He looked toward the door and then back at me.
"I let Sam out of Bobby's panic room, I've helped in the capture of Anna," I gritted my teeth and he stopped for a second then continued. "We have Dean in a green room. And yet I question if this is right." He looked at me and I couldn't look at him, I was breathing heavy with anger, it took me a second to gain enough control to even look at him. "So, you did help Anna." I looked up at him and he nodded his head. "I thought you did; the spell that she used. You taught her that." He just lowered his head when he realized that was why I was so angry.
"Cas, I did everything I could to keep her safe. I helped her escape, I hid her ware-abouts for years; I even helped her out of heaven." I looked back down to the ground. "Now I hear that I did all of that for nothing." I looked back up at him and he looked to the ground unable to look me in the eyes. "I've done everything I feel is right; and yet here I am, suffering. I am being tortured for doing what I think is right. Don't you dare come here asking me for help with your problems." He looked back up at me and had that look on his face, the one I couldn't help but feel bad for him for. "Oh, don't give me that look." I turned away and loosened my jaw.
"What am I suppose to do? I'm trying to help you." I looked over at him in surprise.
"What did you say?" he looked confused for a minute then repeated it.
"I'm trying to help you?" my nostrils flared and I scoffed in anger.
"Yeah, great job; what are you thinking?" he still looked confused. "Zachariah wants me dead no matter what; you really think just because your doing what he tells you, he's going to just let me off the hook." I shook my head. "You really don't get it do you." He looked back down at the ground. "I'm dead either way; just let me go without chaining yourself to his orders. Please; it's my last request." He looked up, fear evident on his face.
"I'm not going to let them kill you." I shook my head.
"Cas; I need you to watch after Dean, he's all we got." He shook his head. "Cas, look at me." He reluctantly looked up. "You know what's right and wrong; now, do what you think is right; for once, follow your heart." He looked back at the ground and I knew I wasn't getting through to him. I thought about it for a minute and then something popped into my head. "Cas." He looked back up at me. "What were our orders?" he looked at me confused.
"Capture Anna?" I shook my head.
"No, before that; I mean mine and yours. What were we told to do?" it took him a minute, but it dawned on him and I saw the light in his eyes.
"To do whatever Dean told us to do." I smiled for the first time out of true happiness being there.
"I don't remember that order ever being taken back, do you?" I looked down at him and he smiled.
"No." I lifted the smile more and knew our time was up.
"You must leave, before they return. You know what you must do, now go do it." He seemed torn.
"What about you?" his face turned to concern.
"I've risked my life to save Dean and you. Don't make my life a vain effort." He lowered his head. "There's nothing you can do. Just go." He walked back into the corner and took one last look before disappearing.
He finally stopped his torture for the day and set down his tools, there were jagged lines of the blade meeting skin. When an angel attacks and angel, the wounds don't heal as fast. I was in a bad state; there were so many cuts along my legs, arms, torso, even marks on my face where I had been hit so many times. My knees were literally cut out from beneath me. I knew that time for me was up; they weren't holding back anymore. I had a small pool of blood where my feet were and the dripping of blood from my arms seemed to echo in the cold room. Drip, drip, drip.
I felt the weight of the chains on my wrist pulling me up, but something was pulling me down, my legs wanted to give out so bad but something was holding me back from falling forward; just to keep me in more agony.
I felt a presence and looked up. It was Zachariah, and he looked pissed. I felt instant fear and jerked back on the chains tying to pull away. He stepped closer and grabbed the knife on the metal tray. He turned toward me and advanced to my left. He pulled back the knife and stabbed it through my chest. I felt it pierce my heart and I looked down at the knife in my chest. He twisted it to the right and I screamed making the walls shake.
"He took the knife which means only one thing. He may be able to save Dean, but he can't save you too." He pulled away from the knife leavening it in my chest. My heart was pounding so much could feel the blood poring out from the knife and run onto the floor. I bit back pain and tears in my eyes not even noticing that Zachariah was gone. I couldn't grab the knife and pull it out I could only watch as the blood stretched on the floor. I felt woozy and lightheaded. I felt my limbs go numb and my arms fell in the chains holding me up.
I wanted so bad to leave the body and let her feel no more pain. I looked up to find Castiel staring back at me. He looked troubled and was in a hurry. His hands waved and I felt the chains give out like my legs. He caught me and held me up; he pulled the knife from my chest and swept his arms under my knees and picked me up holding me bridle style. My arms were dangling by my sides and my legs were numb. We were back on Earth within the second, he put me down on the concrete and lifted my head so I could see him, my eyes were starting to roll back into my head from exhaustion.
"Focus, you need to focus." He was trying to keep my eyes open and alert. "I have to go, but you have to hold on. Don't make my effort to late." he kissed my forehead and brushed the hair from my face. He left and I could feel the rain on my forehead, that's when I heard a noise close by.
"Ma'am, can you hear me?" I was in a furry of lights; I could hear people running about me. "Ma'am, can you tell me your name?" I was trying to think but the lights were flashing by so fast I couldn't focus, I was able to get one word out, but whether they heard me or not, was debatable.
"Vanessa." The girl running next to me faded into blackness, I couldn't hear, see, feel, or anything. It felt like floating on air; just stationary. It was dark and I wasn't sure if it was death, or just waiting. There was no more pain in my limbs, no ache. It was peace, silence. I thought it must be death.
A single nurse checked her watch and sighed at the time.
"Time of Death… 1:11 am." She pulled her sleeve over her watch and pulled the monitor to stop the continues tone. Three deaths in one night had taken its toll on her stress level, she placed the sheet over her head and left her in the room for now, she would be back for her in an hour, what could it hurt?
(Authors note): I could continue the story but I'm tired of it, so I hoped you enjoyed the ending. If I should continue, feel free to message me I guess. Please don't hate me for ending it like I did, its just a fake character….oh and I own nothing, no profit, I just used the characters and plot for my own enjoyment. Sorry for the confusion.