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If it wasn't for hate, we'd be dead by now
We had been checking out leads about possible seal's breaking but nothing had come up. I had tried looking up hunter's back home who might of known where Gethin and Karl were, but no one seem to know. I was starting to think they were dead too. Dean and Sam were actually getting along like family should, so in some weird way I still had a family around me, maybe not mine, but a family. We had been in a small town outside of Lawerance, Kansas and the guy's wanted to visit there parent's grave. Well more Sam than Dean. I went with them to the cemetery and waited by the car. I watched the pair walk up. I started to wonder if their had been a service for my family, it seemed the whole town knew about the 'murder' but no hunter had told me if they were buried or what happened to their bodies. I watched as Dean and Sam started talking to the grave; Sam was looking directly at the grave where as Dean was looking away slightly and talking, I wasn't interested in the conversation so I just looked at the floor. I felt bitter that they could go somewhere and talk to their parents. Their family.
"There are many ways in which your kind grieve." A voice said and I looked to see Castiel stood next to me. I looked at him slightly confused and then nodded.
"Yeah... yeah I guess it's cos we are all unique." I said with a quick smile. Cass watched my expression then glanced at the guys.
"I do not know how it feels to lose family like you, but I have lost many brothers in this war already." Cass said. I turned to look at his face, and I could swear it was sad. I was taken back by the emotion. "I fear many more, both angel and human will die before this is settled."
"It's hard, you know losing someone. You just have to hope they are in a better place, or..." I paused and looked at the Winchesters crouch over the grave. "Or... you just can't focus, you would get consumed with the pain and the anger. You'd use all the energy you had to get even..." I trailed off.
"Human emotion is a gift." Castiel said and I looked up to his face. It was just hoping to break through and show how he thought he felt. I gave out a bitter laugh I didn't mean to.
"I'd rather not have emotions." I said and turned my head away. There was a long pause and I thought Cass had left, I looked and he was just stood there looking at me. "What?" I asked confused.
"Challenges are heading towards Dean. He will need council, he will turn to you and Sam for your opinions. Be honest in what you think, he will listen to you." Castiel said looking back to the guys.
"Oh... ok, well last I herd Dean was pretty good at making up his own mind." I said watching the guys too.
"You may think that, but Dean is a torn man, he believes he has to pay for sins he did not commit." Cass said turning to me. "He is not the only one."
"People feel guilt over stupid things like murder all the time Cass." I said sarcastically and started to walk over to the guys. I paused and turned back around but Cass had gone. "Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps you going." I said softly to myself.
We decided to drive to Bobby's to see if anything new popped up. The drive was fine, Dean singing badly to mullet rock, he kept pulling weird little faces and strutting his head like he was on stage or something. Most of the time it sent me into stitches and so he stopped. We pulled up to Bobby's house while the sun was setting. I got out and walked round to the back of his house where my baby was sat waiting for me. I walked up to the car and sat on the hood. I herd Dean walk into Bobby.
"What's the rush?" Dean asked sounding confused.
"I'm going on holiday. Don't break anything!" Bobby shouted. Then a car down shut an engine started and he drove off. I laughed to myself and walked into the house from the kitchen.
"What's up?" I asked seeing Dean laughing and Sam cringing.
"Bad mental images." Sam said shaking his head and laughing a little.
"Ok... so what do we do now?" I asked trying to change the topic. Dean smiled. I back away a little and raised my hands as to say I give up.
"Food!" He said and walked into the kitchen. I laughed and turned watching Dean scowler every inch of the kitchen for food. "Looks like take out!" He announced beaming.
"Pizza!" Sam said with a smile. Dean nodded and headed for the door. "And fries!" Sam added as Dean closed the door. I walked into the study place where the fire was and sat on a sofa. Sam followed me in laughing a little to himself.
"You guys seem closer." I said smiling to Sam, he nodded and sat next to me.
"Yeah... I guess getting everything in the air really helped." He said staring into nothingness. "How are you anyway?" He asked looking at me.
"Fine, why wouldn't I be?" I asked with a smile which was becoming easier and easier to plaster on my face. It was a lie that got easier to keep the more I said it. Sam looked at me with his furred eye brows and waited for me to speak. I simply raised my eyebrow in response.
"You were attacked by some bad ass demon. You cant say you don't remember." Sam said giving me the puppy dog eyes. The damn puppy dog eyes. I stood up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen. He followed me.
"Sam," I said turning to face him, the damn green puppy dog eyes, they were watching me with so much intensity I felt like I couldn't breath. I looked into his eyes and felt myself break in two. You're human, tell him about your family. Tell him how it's crushing you, how you feel yourselves losing the bit of humanity you have left to this pit of anger and hatred growing inside of you. Tell him the truth, you herd him say it makes things easier. I took a breath and herd the other side talk. Run, get out of his gaze and tell him to mind his own. Your life, not his. Your pain to deal with, your anger to swallow each day. Your rage and revenge to plot, it will be Alistair's blood on your hands and that day will come soon. Don't take this warm fuzzy Oprah moment, get away from him NOW! I jumped and Sam looked at me confused. "I... I don't want to talk about what happened." I said and looked away.
"It'll help, believe me. Just talk to me." Sam said walking up to me and holding my arms.
"Let go." I said in a cold voice raising my gaze to meet his eyes. Sam's face changed and he let go.
"When did you change?" He asked taking a step back. I hadn't realised I had, but I didn't feel shocked. Instead I walked outside and up to a tree a little away from the house. I started to punch the tree.
I kept punching even long after my knuckles bled. Tears rolled down my cheek's burning my skin as they hit the cold air. Why was it my family to die? Why was I born like a freak? Why did I have to protect Dean? Why am I even here? I hate this, I hate god's plan. I am not being a little follower any more. I took a deep breath and looked to the sky.
"Do you hear me?! I'm not doing it any more! I refuse! I am not going to work for you any more!" I screamed then punched a hole in the tree.
"Half-breed, what do you think?" Uriel's voice came from the side of me. I pulled my fist out of the tree and glared at him. "You think you can just... quit?"
"I am." I growled taking a step closer to him.
"You can not just quit, half-breed. You will follow this to the end. You will protect Dean Winchester until the apocalypse." Uriel said in his snotty tone. I let out a bitter laugh.
"You stupid son of a bitch." I growled and step so we were face to face. Anger was burning in my veins and all I care about in that second was if I could punch Uriel before he stopped me. "You don't get the choice to tell me what to do. You lost that when you let my family die." I said through grit teeth. Uriel laughed shaking his head.
"Half-breed you have no choice, do not kid yourself." He moved closer and whispered. "You will obey or I will personally send you to Hell myself. Don't think I don't have the power." He moved his head back and I smiled at him. I let out a growl so animalistic that it would of scared me if I wasn't so hell bent on killing the angel in front of me. I punched Uriel and sent him to the floor. I dived on him and laid punch after punch, his blood covered my fists but I didn't stop. I let out another growl and Uriel took the advantage and punched me sending me into the step's with and almighty crash. I stood and ran at Uriel pinning him to a tree. I placed a hand on his head and started to chant some Latin I'd never herd of before.
"Stop!" Uriel cried but I smiled at him. I continued to chant and felt the power of the words pump through me into Uriel.
"Megan, stop." Castiel said and reached to pull my arm off of Uriel. I shrugged it off sending Cass across the yard. I chanted louder and louder until someone or something flung me off of Uriel and into the step's pinning me there this time. I growled and tried to push myself up but Castiel was holding me down. Uriel stood and started to walk over to me. His face was bloody, his eyes wide and enraged. "Uriel leave." Castiel said.
"She will not go unpunished for this!" Uriel boomed. Castiel turned his head to Uriel and spoke again.
"Uriel, leave. You do not make this situation any easier with your presence. Can you not see what Alistair has done to her?" Cass said and then turned back to me. Uriel looked at me then spat out some blood before leaving.
"Let me go!" I growled. "Let me go and let Uriel come back so I can finish what I started!" I growled constantly pushing against the power that held me down. Castiel walked up to me silently. "LET ME GO!" I scream/growled. Castiel touched my forehead and I blacked out.
I woke up in bed feeling like I'd spent the night drinking Sambuca. I tried to sit up but my arms were tied with rope to the bed. I pulled a little but it didn't give way. I couldn't remember what had happened after talking with Sam. Suddenly I felt sick and guilty. What if I killed someone? Oh god what if it's happened again? Oh Lord.
"HEY!" I shouted hoping someone would hear. Someone was stood outside, they hovered behind the door before walking in. It was Sam, he had a shotgun in his hand and looked at me like I was a monster. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me. "What's going on Sam?" I asked softly. I decided to use the old scared girl act because it worked on Dean so I figured it would work on Sam. He looked at me and let out a deep breath he was holding in.
"What's... what's the last thing you remember?" He asked with the puppy dog eyes. For the first time I was happy to see them. I gave a small sad smile and spoke.
"You, you were trying get me to talk... about...yeah." I said softly looking down. Sam walked over to my side and sat in the chair. He laughed and put the gun down rest at the side of the chair.
"You don't even remember what you did?" He half asked half said with a laugh. I shook my head looking as clueless as I felt. "Dude, you.... you nearly killed an Angel"
"Castiel?" I asked shocked
with what Sam was telling me. I shook my head. "Sam, I... I don't know how to kill an angel." I said feeling guilty. I killed Castiel? I killed an angel. An ANGEL?! I kept shaking my head. Dean walked in looking pissed. He didn't say a word, he simply looked at Sam and nodded his head to the door. Sam gave him the puppy eye's too but Dean just stone walled him. Sam sighed getting up, grabbing his gun and walking out, closing the door behind him. Dean walked over to the foot of the bed and looked at me. He was studying my face, looking for something. He let out grunt and kept staring at me.
"Dean, did..." I took a breath, I didn't even know if I could say it. "Did I kill Castiel?" I asked my voice shaking with each word. Dean stared at me with a cold expression on his face. He waited a few minutes to see my reaction and then walked to the door opening it. "Wait! I need to know!" I said almost screaming. "I need to know if I killed again..." I said choking out the words softly. Dean stepped away from the door slamming it shut behind him. He stared again.
"What did Alistair do to you?" Dean asked sounding pissed, he looked at me like I was a monster. I looked away from him.
"Tell me if Castiel is ok." I said still looking away. Dean slammed his fist on the end of the bed forcing me to look.
"Tell me what he did!" Dean growled. A human growl. I looked at him and shook my head.
"I... I can't. Not that... I will tell you anything, anything but that." I said holding back tears. Dean was still mad.
"Tell me how you knew to kill an angel." He said walking to the side of the bed.
"I don't know, I don't remember." I said locking eyes with dean.
"Tell me how you knew!" He shouted.
"I don't know!" I shouted back. "I have no idea! I don't remember anything past talking to Sam!" I shouted pulling on the ropes.
"What did Alistair do to you?!" Dean asked getting angrier. I looked at him, realising he wasn't going to listen to me. I resigned to the fact talking about Alistair was going to be the only way to find out about Cass.
"I can't..." I said softly, barely above a whisper. "I can't say what he did to me. I can't... there isn't words to describe it. How can I tell you what happened when... when every single time I think back to....all I want. All I want to do is find the bastard and kill him. I feel the pain all over again, I see the blood, I smell the same smell. When I talk about it, I'm back in it." I paused and notice Dean looking at me, I didn't look but continued talking. "How... how can anyone, anyone, ask me to go back there?" I turned to look at him. "You say you've been to Hell, can you talk about that?"I asked bitterly and then turned my head away from Dean completely. I let out a deep breath I was holding. I herd Dean do the same.
"I know he killed your family." Dean said softly. I took a deep breath and held it. "Castiel told me when he brought you in the house. He said Alistair had done it, as a way to make you talk." There was a long pause. I wasn't talking to Dean about that. Dean walked round to the other side of the bed so I could see him. He sat down in the chair. "Castiel's alive, he said you were trying to kill another angel, he said the other one is ok." Dean was trying to be friendly. I could see it in his face.
"I'm glad the angels are alive." I said softly.
"Why didn't you say something about your family?" Dean asked.
"Let me out of these ropes." I said coldly.
"Can't, not until Cass finds out if you have a spell on you from Alistair." Dean said. I looked away. Dean tried talking to me some more, but I didn't speak. Not long after he left me tied to the bed.
Later that day Dean walked back in with Castiel. I looked at them both blankly and waited for them to speak. Castiel moved closer to me and studied my face. "Hey, don't get too close Cass I'm not sure the ropes will hold against her wolf side." Dean said holding a shotgun in his hand. I was pretty sure it was the same Sam had earlier.
"Right now I'm thinking of come for you first Winchester." I said and glared at Dean. He cocked the gun and smiled. "It wont stop me."
"But it'll hurt like hell." He said confidently. Castiel watched our conversation and then turned his attention back to me. I looked at him and found I couldn't look at his face.
"Cass, do you mind, it's freaking me out the whole staring thing." I said looking away from him. Dean raised his eyebrow.
"Cass?" Dean asked looking to Castiel, Cass nodded in agreement to the silent conversation they were having. Dean suddenly pointed the gun at me.
"WHOA! Whoa! Wait a minute, what do you think your doing?!" I shouted trying to pull free of the ropes.
"You are under a spell. If a person under this spell becomes angry from unexpressed anger she will turn into a banshee. However in this case, you seem to release your full werewolf side. Aiming all your rage at angels." Castiel explained. "That is why you can not look into my eyes."
"Banshee? What's that's crazy!" I said in shock. Dean held the gun aimed at me. "You believe this?" I asked Dean.
"Seems real to me. I mean you were tourered by Alistair who happens to be king of the rack down there, then he kills your whole family? Come on you haven't shown any signs of grief over it. If that isn't unexpressed, what is?" Dean said calmly.
"No." I said plainly as I started to get mad.
"The only way to break this spell is to get you to talk about what happened." Castiel said softly. I started to shake my head.
"You have to. Dean please come here." Castiel said and Dean walked over to his side looking slightly confused. "It is possible that if you have a guide this time. You will manage to survive it." Cass said before reaching out and touching both me and Dean on the forehead.
I was back in the warehouse, I was waking up to the sounds of things being placed on a metal tray. I groaned and opened my eyes. They were blurry but I could make out two figure's. One was busy placing things on a tray while the other was mumbling something.
"Where...where am I?" I groaned blinking a few times into focus. The jock guy, Alistair I think he called himself laughed to himself as he continued placing things on the tray. Then I saw Dean. "Dean?" I groaned blinking and really seeing Dean stood there.
"You can hear me?" He asked walking up to me.
"Dean, get me out of here!" I said pulling on the chains which held me. Dean reached for them, but his hand went through them. "What?"
"I must only be able to observe, that's why chuckles can't hear me." Dean said sounding weird. I looked at him confused and shook my head.
"This has to be some weird hallucination or dream. Wait why would I dream of you?" I asked still feeling groggy. Dean winked.
"Because you know how hot I am and secretly fantasise about me saving you." He said with a cheeky grin. I let out a laugh. "Truth is Castiel sent me, to help." Dean said, his face way to serious for my liking.
"Don't worry, you wont break free of those chains." Alistair said turning to face me. It was like he couldn't see or hear Dean.
"What do you want?" I asked waking up fully but I could still see Dean.
"I want a lot of things. I want to be back in Hell, it's so chilly up here, don't you think? I want a million soul's on my rack to play with. But right now," He said walking up to my face. "I want you to talk." He said with a smile. I pulled on the chains and tried to free myself.
"Let me out of these and I'll talk all day, heck I might even whistle you Dixie." I said with a smile. Alistair laughed and walked back to the table picking up a knife.
"I knew I'd like you. You're just like an old pupil of mine. He thought he was brave enough to joke his way out of it." Alistair walked back up to me. "But, like I knew he would, he broke. And soon, so will you." He plunged the blade into my side.
"STOP!" Dean shouted and went to grab his arm but went through him. I closed my mouth tight and breathed through the pain.
"That the best you got slick?" I asked through grit teeth.
"Oh no, this was just the warm up act." He said twisting the knife and then pulling it out. I saw my blood drip onto the floor. Drip by drip. The pain eased and I find myself unimpressed with the demon stood in front of me. I let out a laugh and shook my head.
"Dude if I were you, I'd go sit back on the bench. Your not really that bad." I said as Alistair turned to me half smiling.
"Megan, don't piss him off." Dean said glancing between us.
"Oh come on Dean. Look at him! He's a wimp, Sam could do better." I said shaking my head. Alistair walked up to me and tilted his head slightly.
"What are you here to protect?" He asked producing a knife and holding it just under my chin.
"The weak, the innocent and the poor from mean old sheriff of Nottingham." I said joking. Alistair slapped my face busting my lip, I turned my face back to face him slowly tossing my hair out of my face. "I wouldn't do that much more." I said seriously.
"Why? Because your a wolf? Please, your a half breed, weak." Alistair said and stabbed me in the left shoulder. "You are a beast, a mindless monster. So tell me what I want to know and we can both go on killing people." He whispered into my ear. I muffled a scream and smiled.
"Honey, the only things I kill... are monsters." I said and turned my head away. Alistair grabbed my face and turned it to his.
"Tell me who you are protecting. What have the angels sent you here to save?" He said twisting the blade in my shoulder. I let out another muffled scream. I started shaking my head.
"You... you really gotta do better slick. I don't think your putting your heart into this. Try a please, the magic word always works." I said sarcastically as I saw the blood trickle down from my wound down my white shirt. "Oh come on! This is a new shirt!" I whined. Alistair glared at me and turned in a huff walking back to the table.
"Megan, listen to me. You have to stop. Just tell him something. You don't wanna joke around with him." Dean pleaded standing in front of me.
"Dean... if you are real. Get yourself and Sam over here. Come and save me. The longer I wind him up, the longer I stay alive and the higher chance someone, aka you, will find me." I said then spit some blood out of my mouth. Dean opened his mouth but Alistair walked through him.
"Now, what have the angel's got you protecting?" Alistair asked holing a blade that was glowing red hot.
"God... no seriously, angels? As in John Travolta, Michael angels?" I asked looking confused, Dean let out a small laugh and Alistair moved the blade closer to my skin.
"Tell me." He said; I could feel the heat from the blade near the skin of my arm.
"I don't know about angels, except the films, Wonderful Life's Clarence, Gabriel in Constantine. I know a lot about them." I said pulling away slightly. Alistair grabbed my shirt and ripped it open plunging the knife into my stomach. The heat burnt my skin and I screamed.
I let out another scream, it was all I could do. It was my plan to get attention to where ever I was. Alistair pulled the silver blade out of my right shoulder slowly. He was enjoying what he was doing, getting some sick kick and that worried me.
"Megan tell him something!" Dean pleaded swing and missing Alistair.
"Dean..." I said regaining some composure. "Get help." I asked shaking my head as if I could shake away the pain.
"Now, tell me again, what have the angel's got you protecting?" He asked wiping the blade of my blood.
"I told you, I don't know about angels." I said spitting out the blood in my mouth. Alistair sighed shaking his head.
"You know, you're not like them. The humans I mean. You're nothing like them. Your heart is black, cold and empty. Your a killer like me, I can see it in your eyes when you scream." Alistair said walking around me. "The angels, they are using you, probably promised you entry to that goody good place. But trust me when your time is done." He walked in front of me. "BAM!" He shoved the knife into my stomach. The silver burnt and the stabbing wasn't so comfy either. I help back a scream and closed my eyes.
"I will rip you, limb from limb." I said softly holding my eyes closed tight.
"And there I was hoping to make a deal..." Alistair said laughing almost.
"NO!" Dean screamed and I sprung my eye's open. "Do not make a deal with this man! Don't!" Dean shouted looking panicked. I nodded softly, it was all I could. I took a deep breath and smiled.
"Go to hell!" I shouted and he twisted the knife and I had to scream. He smiled and whispered into my ear.
"Tell me what your protecting and I'll gladly go. Or maybe I can make you see what you are really meant to be..." He said softly before kissing my ear. I shuddered and he let out a small laugh. He backed away and walked over to a table where his instruments were.
"Dean..." I said spitting blood as I spoke. "Dean help me, please." Dean walked in front of me, blocking the view of Alistair.
"I... I wish I could. Try to focus on me, it can't last much longer." Dean said giving the puppy dog eyes I was use to seeing in Sam.
"I can't hold on much longer." I said fighting through the pain.
"You can. I'm here with you." Dean said placing his ghostly hand over my cheek, I could almost see. "You can fight him." Dean said and a new way of strength went through me.
"I am a hunter, I hunt demons like you." I said threw grit teeth. Dean smiled.
"You are an animal my dear," Alistair said grabbing a bottle of something and walking towards me unscrewing the lid. "And I know exactly how to show you, what you truly are." He took the lid off and the smell of human blood hit the air. I turned my head away almost trying to escape the smell, but I knew I couldn't escape it. Not this time.
"What? What is in that?" Dean asked looking at my reaction. I shook my head.
"I am a hunter... just a hunter, nothing else." I struggled to say loud enough to sound convincing.
"I know you just love this smell." Alistair said stuffing the bottle under my nose. The full whiff of the blood hit my sense's and I fought with everything I had not to change and try and get to the blood.
"I... I feed off of demon blood.... human, it... it means nothing to me. Nothing." I said forcing myself to look at Alistair and get another hit of the blood.
"We'll see..." He said talking my mouth and holding it open while he poured the content of the bottle down my throat. Dean continued to swing at Alistair but it did nothing.
A few minutes later and I was fighting off changing. The blood was in my veins taking over my senses and making me into the monster Alistair was talking about.
"Megan, fight it, come on fight it." Dean said standing in front of me trying to talk to me.
"It's not like I want to change Dean." I said through grit teeth. "It's inside me, I can't fight it."
"You can! Look at me!" Dean shouted and I lifted my head up to see him stood there. "Good. Now what are you? Man or mice? Look at Sam he can fight it so can you." I laughed and looked away.
"You don't have a clue what I am Dean. Just back off!" I shouted and pulled on the chains.
"I told you I could show you, your true self." Alistair said watching me. I growled and then smashed my head on the wall behind me.
"NO!" I screamed as my body began to feel the change, my organ's, muscle's very being was morphing into something... something more monster than human. "Stop this!" I screamed as I felt my spin begin in bend. I screamed again.
"MEGAN!" Dean shouted and I fought to look at him. "Listen to me. Listen to my voice, you know who I am right?"
"Your Dean." I said through grit teeth.
"Yeah, Dean and if you don't listen to me and fight this, your baby car that crap pile of a Camero is going for scrap." Dean said and I looked up at him.
"Don't touch my baby, your shit Impala will go before my baby!" I said back with a small smile. Dean smiled back.
"Good, we make it out, and I'll do up the Camero with you." Dean said smiling.
"Deal." I said standing up fully, the change stopped dead in it's tracks.
"Oh," Alistair laughed out. "No, you can't stop a change like that." He said walking over to me and shaking his head. "Well now I've got no option's left." He raised his hand and belted me across the face before punching me in the guts. "Tell me," He punched my rib cage, "Who you," he punched my face one way, "Protecting." Then he punched my face the other way. The beatings went on like this for longer than I can remember.
I was dazed, beat and bloody. My body was in all kinds of hurt and the human blood forced down my throat was kicking in. I opened my eyes and let out and unholy growl. Alistair was stood there smiling at me. Dean was stood behind him looking worried.
"Good, good. Glad to see you liked the blood my little pet. Now, back to the matter in hand." He said walking towards me with a silver blade. I pulled on the chains but I couldn't break free. I let out another growl. "Now, what are you protecting?" He asked stopping a foot away from me.
"I told you!" I growled, the blood was a kick to my system that I never felt before. "I am not protecting ANYONE!" I growled feeling the rush the blood was giving me.
"Megan, come on listen to me again." Dean said walking to my side.
"I... I can't not any more." I said feeling the blood take over.
"You know the amazing thing about human blood," Alistair said walking up to me. "It's so good at making a werewolf feel strong and powerful. But it's dirty little secret, it's dark side you may say is," He plunged the blade into my stomach and a whole new world of pain hit me. It was nothing like I had felt before I screamed and growled and tears ran down my cheeks. "It makes silver ten times more painful." Alistair said smiling. "What are you protecting?" Dean swung at Alistair's body in vein, he was persistent if stupid.
"Oh god, oh god..." I said trying to fight past a pain so bad it made me want to die. "I'm... not... nothing." Was the only words I could speak through the pain. I screamed and dropped my head.
"What a shame," Alistair said pulling the blade out. "I was so hoping I wouldn't have to tell you this." He said lifting my head and grinned at me. "I've killed your family. I snook in and your mother was making dinner. I walked behind her and I slit your mother throat in front of daddy dear, he had just walked in; he shouted for Doyle to run. He came running down those stairs I then snapped your little brother's neck. Oh your father cried for me to stop, never changed and tried to stop me though. I toyed with him for a few hours and finally ripped your fathers heart out and chopped his head off. Oh he pleaded for your family, wanted them to be safe so much, shame he wasn't more of a man. He should of taken it more gracefully." Alistair said and rage built in me. I pulled on the chains and growled at him.
"Holy shit." Dean said softly.
"I WILL KILL YOU!" I screamed as the rage took over and I broke one of the chains. I swung with my left hand and punched Alistair in the face sending him across the room. I growled again and pulled until my second hand was free and charged at him. Alistair stood up laughing, blood dripping from his mouth. He raised his hand and sent me pinned against a wall.
"Tell me who you are here to protect." He said and twisted his hand making my inside feel like they were being twisted too. Then he help the silver blade to my throat. "Who?" He asked cutting it ever so slightly. "You have nothing left, no family, no hope, no life," Alistair said and tears ran down my cheeks burning the cuts that decorated my face. "Just tell me who you are protecting and I'll set you free to be with your family again." He said softly right in my face.
"Fine..." I said sobbing. "I'm here because I am being protected. The angel's sent me here to be protected." I said tears falling down my cheeks and my voice cold.
"Good. Now who's protecting you?" He asked. I looked up at him and swallowed back the pain.
"Fuck you." I said bitterly. "Kill me bitch, rip me apart a million ways to Sunday. Do what you think you can, I don't care. It wont hurt me any more." I said coldly. Alistair paced the room thinking.
"You know... I think you might be right." He said before stabbing me and flinging me across the warehouse a thousand time it felt. Dean was shouting for him to stop, I didn't make a noise. It hurt like hell but I was numb, my family.... everything I cared for was dead.
"You stick bastard!" Dean shouted as I landed over near boxes. Alistair appeared over me and smiled.
"See you in hell." He said with a smile before stabbing me in the heart with one of the blade's. I screamed as the silver touched my heart. Blood began pouring out of my mouth and I was chocking on it. Alistair vanished and Dean dropped to his knee's.
"It'll be ok, I'll be here soon." Dean said looking around. I kept chocking up more blood. I reached out and grabbed his hand. Dean looked at it shock.
"Kill... him." I said before starting to black out. Just before I totally went I felt Dean pull the blade out and throw it out of the way.
I woke up in the bed still tied up. I felt the tears on my cheeks and left Castiel's eyes on me. I looked over at him, working from his feet, up past his trousers, past his trench coat and suit and finally met his blue eyes; my own filling up as fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.
"The spell is broken." He said and turned to look at Dean, I turned in time to see him cut my ropes. I sat up and Dean pulled me into a hug. I sobbed silently onto his shoulder. I herd the wings flutter and squeezed Dean tighter. He rubbed my back softly.
"I..need to find." I pulled out of the hug but stayed in his arms. "My brother, Gethin. He didn't kill him. But I need to find him." I said pleading for Dean's help.
"We will find him. I promise." He said hugging me again. The next few day's I mourned my family. Dean told Sam and Bobby when he returned and I kept to myself.
A few days later I was walking out to my Camero when I herd some noise coming from it. I walked faster and saw Dean working on her under the hood.
"Who gave you the keys?" I asked making him jump and turn to me. He was topless and looking like he had been working hard.
"Who needs keys?" he joked and I raised my eye brow shaking my head at him. I walked up and checked out what he had done to her.
"You put in a whole new engine." I said in shock turning to him.
"What? I did tell you we would work on her once we were out of there." Dean said and bent back down to work on her. We worked on her in silence for a while.
"Do you think we will find Gethin?" I asked tightening a bolt up.
"Sure, took me a year to find my dad, but we found him. We can find your brother." Dean said looking at the engine. I stood up and sighed.
"I don't think I could cope if Alistair's killed him too." I said coldly. Dean stood up and looked at me.
"You would cope, you've got me, and Sam and Bobby." Dean said putting an arm around me.
"You, being soft?" I said jokingly and Dean pushed me. "Now that's normal." I said with a smile. We herd shouting from the house and ran back.
Inside Bobby was patching someone up. I couldn't see who because Sam was helping.
"What's happened?" Dean asked looking at the pair work.
"Some hunters, the other's in the kitchen, check on him." Bobby shouted and we walked into the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks. A man stood in the kitchen beat up but not too badly. He was tall with short black hair, a green coat on and jean's. He had blue eyes and a tattoo of a swallow on his left arm.
"Gethin?" I said almost lost for words. Gethin turned and smiled at me.
"Sis, long time..."
I hope you liked the lil cliff hanger thing i tried to do here. Megan's brother's alive YAY but is it a yay moment... looks like its not just the winchesters who have big fat skeletons in the closet...
