I was running...Running towards something? Running away from something? I couldn't tell...I just knew that if I stopped, I was dead...
I tripped on a large crack in the ground and fell onto the hard ground, and a dark figure hovered over me and I froze with fear. I slowly turned over and the face of the beast jumped forward, and it was a face I recognized.
He swung at me with a great claw and I screamed...
I screamed and sat up, the gun in my hand unloading a shot into the darkness. A man shouted and I pointed my gun towards the source of the sound, but lowered it once he flipped the light on.
Sam stood in my doorway with a look of worry and concern, and I saw the bullet hole in the wall that had just missed his arm.
I slowly put my gun on the bedside table as Sam sat on the edge of the bed and asked "I came to check on you because you started screaming, and you tried to shoot me...Can I get an explanation?"
"I...Sorry...I guess I was having a nightmare, is all."
"Most nightmares don't end with you almost shooting someone."
I sighed. "I told you I killed more things than you can imagine...Not all of those things were demons or monsters." Sam's eyes widened. "I've killed more than a few people, and not all of them were for good reasons...I guess my subconscious felt the need to throw at me the face of the first guy I killed."
"I guess that can happen sometimes...Did it really affect you that badly?"
"I don't know, do you think killing my fiancé had a big effect on me?" Sam went silent. "I was 19 and he was a Marine I met in basic training two years before. We were a month from our
wedding date when he got poisoned by a siren and...I'm sure you can imagine the rest...Guess that wasn't a very good birthday present for me, huh?"
"I'm...sorry...My girlfriend Jessica got killed right in front of me, but I can't imagine having to kill her myself..."
"Yeah, well, I don't want to have to keep remembering killing Alex, so I'd appreciate if you would stop asking about it." I grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table and saw it was almost 6am. "Well, there's no point in going back to sleep now. I'll be preparing our battle strategy for when your lazy idiot of a brother wakes up."
I threw the covers off and wrenched open the trapdoor to the basement, making sure to slam it extra loud on the way down.
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"So, I hear someone had an extra-special morning earlier." I glanced briefly at Dean standing at the bottom of my stairs, then went back to my sit-ups.
"If you don't have anything better to ask me, please leave. I do have 55 more sit-ups to do." I pulled myself up again and saw he had in fact walked further into the room, ignoring my words. I sighed and sat up cross-legged and asked "What do you want?"
"Why'd you try to shoot my brother this morning?"
"Like I told him, I had a nightmare...But you don't look surprised, so I'm sure he already told you all about it."
"About Mr. Alex Constantine, he told me. And I researched it online and found out he went missing right around the time you said."
"He didn't go missing...I burned his body and dumped the ashes in a river. The police weren't the only ones looking for his killer, and I had to cover all my bases. Nobody found anything out, and that's the way it's gonna stay."
I jumped up onto my feet and said "Time to go...I'm only halfway done down here."
"Well, too bad, 'cause me and Sam are gonna go kill that Dragon. Now, would you care to help us, or are you going to give us that sword of yours so we can do it ourselves?"
"You're not taking my sword anywhere." I pushed him towards the stairs and we both went up.
The Palo Santo box was sitting on top of my dresser, and I carefully removed the sword from within it and strapped it to my side. Sam was readying his weapons and Dean already had a bag of weapons sitting on the bar, though I knew any weapons but my sword would do them almost no good. I hoped they knew that too, because I wasn't going to be the one to tell them otherwise.
Dean and Sam went for their Impala, but I didn't get in. I ignored their confused looks and went around the side of the roadhouse to the garage where I kept my own personal car. I rarely drove the car, because like my sword, it was extremely valuable.
I opened the garage door to reveal my convertible red 1957 Ferrari 250 California, in all its Italian glory. I turned to Dean and Sam and said "I'll take my car this time. Baby hasn't been driven in months."
I got in and lowered the top, enjoying the feel of the wind and the sound of the engine when I finally got her going. I followed after the Impala and we headed near town, going straight to the sewage treatment plant that sat on the city limits. Dean and Sam exited their car hesitantly, but I didn't quite have their patience. I jumped out of my car and headed straight in, much to their dismay.
After a few ignored shouts, I waited until they both came in after me and I said "I don't have time to wait for you two, let's get going."
Dean groaned and I led the way, almost knowing exactly where to go. The dragons would like a damp, dark part of the sewer to take refuge in, since there weren't any caves anywhere near here.
When we came upon one of these areas and heard noises, Sam and Dean both pulled me back so they could walk ahead towards the noise. I groaned internally but followed behind them anyway. If one of us was going to get hit, I didn't want it to be me.
We reached a particularly nasty little corridor and came upon the source of the noise, and I immediately knew my deduction of dragons was correct. Three men were sitting in the corridor, playing with the load of gold jewelry they'd stolen from the store in town, and I could hear the sobbing of a girl somewhere else nearby.
"They've taken at least one virgin girl...Go get them Sam." He looked at me, bewildered. "I'm the one with the dragon-killing sword, remember? Go."
He groaned and set off down a separate hallway, and Dean asked "Do you really think that's a smart idea?"
"If we die, at least they can get out of here. Let's go announce ourselves, shall we?" Dean shrugged and we both stood tall and entered the corridor.
The three dragons immediately jumped up, their eyes zeroing in on the sword at my waist.
I casually said "Hey there boys...Mind if we join the party?"
One of them stepped forward, the leader of the group I guessed, and said "Of course not. We do owe you one, since your buddy there killed one of ours." I glanced beside me at Dean.
He looked back at me and said "With one of the other dragon-killing swords, I stabbed one of them through the chest...and he screamed like a little bîtch if I've ever heard one." The dragons snarled and leaped forward, and I drew my sword and sliced the first one in one fell swoop.
His head fell to the ground in front of us, but I didn't have time to savor the victory, as the other two viciously attacked. I was thrown against one of the cement walls and kept a tight hold on the sword in my hand, but one of the remaining dragons ripped it from my hand and threw it across the corridor.
His hand went to my throat and he snarled "Now we owe you two...I guess I can take it out on you, even though you're not a virgin."
I kicked him hard between the legs and he fell to his knees, and I scrambled for the sword. Just before I reached it I felt a hand around my ankle and was dragged backward, my vicious kick to the dragon doing almost no damage.
This time, the dragon shoved me face-first against the cement wall and growled "I owe you for that too." I felt a searing hot pain on my back and let out an ear-splitting scream.
I could feel my skin bubble and break, and the feeling only intensified when the dragon spun me and crushed my burnt back against his front. I saw that Dean had retrieved the sword and killed the other one, and now my captor was the last one left.
He took a step back and roared "Make a move and I tear her head clean off."
Dean was maybe 5 feet away, close enough to stab the dragon, if I wasn't in the way. In a moment of bravery or stupidity, I didn't know, I shouted "Stab him!"
"But you're in the way!"
"Forget about me, just do it!" The dragon chuckled at Dean's apprehensive look. "DEAN, STAB HIM!"
Dean thrust the sword forward and I felt it pierce my midsection and go clean through. The dragon holding me shrieked in agony and fell dead to the floor, and I was frozen with shock.
My vision began to get hazy, but I could see Sam come back in the room with a woman, and shout at the sight of Dean holding a sword through my stomach.
They looked like they didn't know whether to leave the sword or remove it, so I took the golden hilt in my hands and jerked it out myself.
I coughed up blood and could feel more dripping from my wound, but when Dean went to grab me I pushed him away. I stumbled to the girl, who didn't look any older than 19, and managed to force out a single question.
"Did...they...râpe you..?"
She nodded slowly and I promptly thrust through her with the sword, and Dean and Sam shouted once more. The girl fell dead to the floor and I collapsed on top of her, blood seeping everywhere.
I was hoisted up in the air by Dean, and I chuckled halfheartedly and said "I'm...bleeding on your...leather coat..."
"The coat can go to Hêll, we gotta save you. But why'd you stab the girl, we did all this to save her!"
"Don't...take me...to the hospital..."
"What!?" I could barely hear Dean as my hearing and vision left me along with my blood.
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(Third Person PointOfView)
Dean went into the backseat of the Impala with Alessa and threw the keys to his brother, who jumped into the driver's seat. As Sam sped towards town, Dean shouted at him to turn around.
"What, why?!"
"She said she didn't want to go to the hospital!"
"Dean! We can't treat her ourselves, you know that! We have to take her to the hospital!"
"What if her Marine buddies are looking for her, huh? Or the Feds? Taking her to a public hospital would be...stupid!"
Sam stepped on the brakes and the Impala screeched to a halt. Sam turned in his seat and said "Then what do you suggest we do?!"
"I...don't know! Try to call an angel down here or something!" One particular angel came to mind, but Dean pushed that thought away. He knew there was no way Castiel would come back, especially for something so trivial as this.
"Do any of the angels even like us anymore?! I'm pretty sure they all hate us for everything we've done."
"Just drive, I'll worry about the praying." Sam pushed the car forward again and Dean prayed earnestly in his mind. "Come on Castiel, I know you can hear me...We went through some pretty bad times near the end there, and I know I'm probably the last person you wanna see right now...But we need your help."
Dean heard nothing in return and cursed aloud. "Dâmmit!" Sam thought this meant the angels had rejected Dean, but he kept trying.
"Come on Cas, we really need your help here...I don't blame you for everything and I hope you don't blame me...This chick doesn't deserve to die for helping us like so many people already did, and we really need your help to save her. Please, please, get your feathery butt back here to the roadhouse, because we need you...and I miss you." Dean hoped that last personal part might do the trick, but Castiel didn't appear. Dean said aloud to his brother "They're not gonna help..."
"So do you wanna turn back?"
"No. Go back to the roadhouse...If Alessa dies, we'll burn her bones..." Dean looked down at Alessa's still form and kept his hand tightly pressed to her torso, though this did nothing for the blood seeping from the wound in her back.
They were back at the roadhouse within minutes, and Rosina Alunni came rushing out at their frantic arrival.
Sam exited and Alunni shouted "Where's Marilyn?!"
When Dean slid out of the backseat with Alessa in his arms, Alunni screamed. She rushed to Dean but he motioned for her to stay back. He ran inside as fast as he could and laid Alessa on top of the pool table, and took off his jacket and laid it under her head.
Alessa's breathing was rapid and her blood was still leaking out, despite Dean and Alunni holding the area over her wounds.
Dean banged his free fist on the pool table and shouted "Dâmmit! Couldn't you come back for this one favor?!" Sam knew then that his brother had been praying to Castiel, but he did not comment on it. Now would have been the very wrong time to.
The door to the roadhouse opened and Sam went to shoo away whoever it was, but froze in his footsteps. Dean turned and looked only to freeze himself at the sight of his angelic brethren.
Castiel entered the roadhouse with a bag at his side and his trench coat around his shoulders, looking back and forth between Sam and Dean.
Dean immediately went to Castiel and enveloped him in a hug, asking "Where the hêll have you been?!"
"I was protecting the angel tablet...But you seemed so urgent, I felt torn as to what to do...so I brought the tablet with me." Castiel patted the bag at his side, the bag that contained the angel tablet. The tablet was a matter for another time, as Castiel now asked "What did you call me here for?"
"Oh!" Dean yanked Castiel by the coat to Alessa. "We were hunting three dragons and one burned her back, and to kill the dragon I had to stab through her with Excalibur...Can you heal her?!"
"I can try." Castiel removed Alunni's hands from Alessa's body and replaced them with his own.
Castiel's serene face was soon scrunched with effort, and after several moments he removed his hands. "I was able to heal the sword wound...but I am unable to heal the wound from the dragon. Perhaps it is because dragons are one of Eve's oldest creations...I am not sure."
Dean and Sam took Alessa and slowly turned her over, and Dean ripped open what was left of her shirt and jacket. Third and fourth degree burns covered almost the entirety of Alessa's back, and her muscles and bones could be seen in some places. Alunni held a hand over her mouth and repressed the urge to vomit violently.
"What are we supposed to do then!? That's..!" Dean couldn't finish his sentence, and almost vomited himself.
Alessa was taking short, wheezing breaths, and each one left her in more pain than the last. Her mind and body would soon begin to shut down because of the overwhelming agony of her injuries, but for now she could feel every excruciating ache and spasm that plagued her body.
Alunni, as she continued to cover her mouth and nose, said "She can't stay here with burns like those...We have to call 911 or she'll die here! And no, I don't give a damn what she said. I'm calling."
Alunni pulled out her cell phone and ran outside to call an ambulance while Dean and Sam both took off their jackets to cover Alessa's harsh burns. Castiel stepped forward and asked "Who is this woman to you that you would call to me after so long, Dean?"
"She's...nobody...We only met her two days ago, before we went looking for the dragons. She helped us find them and gave us the sword to kill them..."
"And you feel grateful...I wish there was more I could to to help you, but I must be going..."
"Wait!" Dean did not take his hands off of Alessa, but he reached out mentally to Castiel. "You've been gone for weeks and you just got back...Stay a while. We've had a lot of trouble lately and could use your help."
"Thank you for the sentiment, Dean, but I am not sure that is wise...I must still protect the angel tablet from anyone that would try to use it against us."
"Cas, please, we need your help." Castiel took a long look at Dean's pleading face and sighed.
"I suppose I may stay for some time...But I am not sure of what help I can be at this point."
Alunni reentered the room and announced "The ambulance will be here in less than 10 minutes...Are you keeping her covered?"
"With our jackets, 'cause that's about all we have."
They all looked down at Alessa's heaving form again and felt both sickened and despairing.