Hey guys! So, I had some difficulties writing this chapter, and I'm not totally happy with this chapter. But I hope you guys like it. I warn you that there will be some deaths in this chapter, so be prepared. So, yeah. Enjoy!
I don't own Supernatural, movie reference or song in this chapter. I only own Thyme and plot.
Dean keeps me behind him as we walk further onto the solid ground, gripping the demon blade, while I keep an eye out for any movement around us. "Do you see anything?" Dean asks quietly.
I shake my head. "No," I whisper back, when suddenly I catch movement in the corner of my eye. "Yes!" I almost yell out, and before Dean can see the demon, it charges at me, and I stab it with my knife, not doing a thing to it. Dean shoves the demon away from me before stabbing it with the blade. Electricity shoots through it before it falls to the ground.
"You okay?" Dean asks me and I silently nod, holding onto the useless blade for dear life. I know it isn't going to help me, but it still makes me feel slightly safer in this situation. He checks me for injuries even though I did more damage to the demon than it did to me. I shove him away from me and glare at him.
"Don't worry about me, Winchester, demons are here," I say and he rolls his eyes, gripping his knife again. Suddenly five demons are surrounding us and Dean steps protectively in front of me. "Oh my…"
"Shh," Dean says and he gives the demons the stink eye. One of them begins to laugh, showing of its black eyes. "Stay back!" Dean yells. I just stand there hoping someone has seen or heard us. I feel so useless, I want to fight! But it's completely pointless when the weapon I have won't help. I hate the fact that Dean is the one with the power, when I could be just as good, if I had that flipping blade!
Wait! I have and angel blade in my room! Cas gave it to me when he came to see me for the first time since I came here. He told me it was a gift from Samandriel. Now, I'm just kicking myself for not having it with me. I make a vow that from now on (if I survive the night) I will keep that blade with me.
"Well look at this," the demon says. "We hit the mother-load guys. Thyme Phillips and Dean Winchester." How do they know our names? "We heard about you guys from a prophet that Castiel tried so hard to protect." The other demons around it snicker. What the hell are they talking about? What prophet? Cas never spoke of one.
My thoughts get cut off when the demon's eyes turn blue for an instant and then they are burnt out and it falls to the ground, Balthazar standing there. "Run!" he yells at the two of us. I stand frozen at what I had just seen, Dean grabs my hand and drags me away while the other demons are preoccupied with Balthazar.
I shake out of my trance and rip my hand from his and I start to run to my room. "Where are you going Thyme?!" Dean says, chasing after me.
"I have an angel blade in my room, it'll be able to kill demons too," I say not stopping. I run as quietly as I can through the dorm corridors, with Dean sounding like an elephant behind me.
"An angel blade?!" he says keeping up with my pace. "The hell does that mean?"
"We don't have time for bloody semantics! Shut up!" I say angrily at him and I crash into my room, I hid the blade under my mattress. I start throwing off the bedding, not caring where it lands, there are more important things to think about right now. "Dean, lift the mattress up, please," I say and Dean does so, and I see the glint of the handle of the angel blade. I grab it and tug it out, not caring that I had torn my mattress accidentally.
I hold it up and admire it. I gotta admit, I feel incredibly powerful holding this. Dean stares at it in confusion. "When we get out of this, you are going to tell me every miniscule detail about this blade!" Dean says pointing to it. I sigh and grab his wrist dragging him out into the dorms corridor where Coach is approaching us.
"Dad!" Dean says, running up to his father while I hang back sliding the blade into the waist band of my pants.
"Dean! Are you and Thyme okay?" Coach asks. I look around to see that every single door in the corridor is open and no one is here. In my rush to get the angel blade I guess I didn't hear the commotion out here. Dean nods. "Good. Get Sammy and Charlie, and you four are getting out of here! I am not going to risk you getting injured or killed!"
"No Dad!" Dean says. "We are staying here and helping you! You can't send the four best hunters away, not while everyone else is getting killed!"
"I don't care what you think Dean Winchester!" Coach says in his ordering voice. "You will get Sam, Charlie and Thyme, and you will take them to safety, Bobby or I will get in contact with you in two days."
Dean hesitates and I slowly walk up to the father and son. Dean's about to speak but he gets cut off by Coach.
"That was an order!" he yells. "Take the Impala, and this credit card! AND GET THEM TO SAFETY!" He hands Dean the keys and a wallet. Coach pushes past him and hurries down the corridor and Dean just stands there for a second. Then he snaps out of it and grabs my hand, dragging me down the hall.
"You stick to me like glue!" Dean says. "Do you understand?" I just nod when he shoots me a glare.
"I understand," I say and we go on a search for Sam. Dean and I run past the obstacle course where some of our classmates are fighting demons, some of them are lying on the ground, motionless. Dean tugs on my hand.
"Don't look, let's just find Sammy and Charlie," he says and we run into the woods where most of the commotion is. I look around to see Jo getting stabbed, her mother, the school's first aid teacher, Ellen screams out for her. "Oh crap," Dean says picking up his pace. "We have to keep going!"
We run further into the woods when we hear a scream by the lake a few metres away. I guess we weren't that far into the woods after all. But I recognise that voice. It's Becky. "That was Becky!" I say to Dean. "Do you think Sam's with her?"
Dean sighs and we head the direction Becky's scream came from. But before we get there two demons step in front of us, with menacing grins on their faces as they grip their blood covered knives. I take out my angel blade and Dean grips his demon knife.
"Master would love to hear that we killed Dean Winchester and Thyme Phillips," one says. Dean smirks at them, and I look at him in disbelief, is he seriously finding this humorous? WE ARE BEING ATTACKED BY DEMONS! Idiot.
"Man," Dean chuckles. "You remind me of Gollum, master wants the precious." I roll my eyes at his attempt of impersonating Gollum. "Hell, you're even ugly like him." I mentally face palm, because after that comment, both demons jump at us.
I barely block the knife heading for my abdomen, I kick the demon back, who just charges at me again, angrier. Dean manages to take down his demon with slight ease and is about to take down the one I am fighting, when I swing the blade around with grace I didn't know I had, and slice its throat. It falls to the ground and I stand there for a second, catching my breath.
"Woah," Dean says. "That was insanely hot." I groan at him and grab his wrist, and we start running to where Becky screamed. We run into a clearing where Becky is lying on the ground and Sam has a demon on top of him, pressing a knife to his throat. Dean runs to Sam and I run to Becky and I check her pulse, she's alive.
As I realize this she begins to stir awake. "Stay down," I say quietly to her. "Play dead, and don't open your eyes unless Coach or the Principal finds you. Okay?" She gives me a slight nod, closing her terrified eyes again, and slowing her breathing so it looks like she is genuinely dead. I stand up and turn around to see that the demon had hit Dean around the side of his head, and is now unconscious a few meters away from Sam and the demon. I get a better grip on the angel blade and sneak up on the demon.
Turns out it knew I was there, because it spins around and as I stab him, the first few millimeters of his knife stabs me on the right side of my ribs. The demon falls to the ground and I hold onto the shallow wound. It's not a deadly blow at least, I'll survive. I look down at the shocked Sam. "Hey Sammy," I say, giving him a slight wave.
He slowly gets up and stares at me. "You're bleeding!" he says but I wave him off.
"I'm fine, let's just get Dean awake and find Charlie," I say, and without any questions Sam lifts the now half-conscious Dean. He grumbles slightly and I decide to wake him up fully with a hard slap to the face. Dean snaps awake and after we give him a few seconds to get his bearings we start running back to the school, if Charlie isn't in the forest then she'll be around the school
"Hey, Thyme," Sam says who is running on the left side of me. "When we get out of this, you are going to tell me every miniscule detail about this blade." I roll my eyes and Dean laughs.
"Dean said the exact same thing when he first saw the blade," I say and we keep running to the loudest part of the fight, which is at the edge of the lake. I spot Balthazar and Gabriel helping Coach and Principal Singer, then I see Charlie getting overpowered by three demons. "CHARLIE!" I yell out and without telling Dean and Sam, I sprint over to her, knowing the boys are following me. I get to her just in time to see a demon's blade go through her chest. "NO!" I scream, rage overtaking me and before I know it I've killed two of the three demons, the other I have pinned against a pillar, pointing the angel blade at his throat. "You killed my best friend you low-life piece of crap," I say, fury shaking my voice, silent tears running down my cheeks.
There's a hint of a smile creeping over the demon's face, and I immediately thrust my blade into the center of its' forehead. It slumps to the ground and I drop my angel blade, running over to Charlie. I pick her up in my arms and moving her red hair from her face while she looks up at me.
"Hey Charlie," I say, trying so hard not to sob. "You're okay." She smiles lightly at me, and I can tell she is in pain.
"I will be," she whispers. "You take care of yourself now, Ty, and kick Dean in the balls for me." A laugh escapes my lips and I begin sobbing, then Charlie's eyes cloud over and I hold her to my chest, crying over my best friend.
"Sam! Take the demon blade!" Dean yells and I look up to see him run for my angel blade and I look around to see three more demons appear, encircling us. Smiling.
I don't move. I want to stay here and protect Charlie, I want to give her a proper hunter's funeral, I don't want to leave her here for someone else to find. One demon lunges at me and I brace for the impact of a blade, but it never comes. I look up to see Dean pull out the angel blade from the demon's stomach. Dean doesn't look at me, he just runs over to help Sam with the other two.
A few minutes later Dean and Sam run over to me. "Thyme," Sam says. "We've gotta go, before more demons come our way." I shake my head holding Charlie tighter. "Please Thyme."
I hear Dean sigh and Sam kneels down in front of me, taking Charlie from my grip and Dean's arms wrap around mine, pulling me to my feet. He starts to drag me away, but I don't help him at all, I just struggle, trying to get out of his grip and get back to Charlie. "Dammit, Thyme!" Dean says angrily. "Pull yourself together! Coach wants us to get out of here, so that's what we're doing!"
"Not without Charlie!" I say and I see Sam pick her up.
"We know," Dean says. "We'll give her a hunter's funeral, but not here. We've gotta get out of here first."
I pull myself from Dean's grip and take my angel blade, Sam hands Dean the demon blade and we start to go out to the entrance to the school property where all the cars are.
As we head over to the Impala a demon tackles Dean. "Agh!" Dean says as his head connects to the hard ground with a crack. I don't waste a single second I instantly bring the angel blade down through the middle of the demon's spine. It yells out in pain and falls onto Dean, dead.
Dean shoves it off of him and gets up, he nods a thanks to me and we pick up the pace. "DEAN! SAMMY! THYME!" Coach yells out, about twenty meters away from us. "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!" Dean looks at Coach who is being chased by a demon.
"DAD!" Sam yells out. Dean grabs Sam's collar and pulls him towards the Impala. If Sam goes after their dad, we'll never make it out of here. "No, Dean! I want to help Dad!"
"Sam! Dad told me to take you Thyme and Charlie to safety!" Dean says and I follow Sam and Dean.
Coach freezes for a second and sees Charlie limp in Sam's arms. "Dammit!" he says. "DEAN YOU KEEP THOSE TWO SAFE!" Then Coach runs into the school.
"Thyme! We've gotta go!" I turn around to see Dean a few meters ahead of me. I nod and we start running to the Impala that is finally in view. Dean unlocks the car. Sam lays Charlie down in the backseat and I get into the front with Dean on the driver's side and Sam on the passenger side with me in the middle.
Ten minutes into our silent drive Dean pulls over and we sit there for a second. "Sam and I will go get it set up, you just, stay here and don't get into any trouble," Dean says opening the door. I scoff at his comment.
"I only get into trouble when you're around," I say bitterly, Dean ignores me and he and Sam get out of the car and begin to set up for Charlie's funeral. When they are far enough away, I pull my knees up to my chest and bury my face in my knees and I cry, sobbing slightly.
When I finally stop crying I see Sam and Dean lightly carrying Charlie's body over and I get out of the car. I just stand there, watching Sam set the wood on fire and we stand next to each other in total silence as Charlie is burned. I bow my head and say a silent goodbye to her, holding back more tears. I don't ever cry this much! I guess it's because I was never hurt as badly as this before. I was only five when my parents died, so I don't really remember them, so there wasn't as much hurt as it is now. No one else close to me has died before. I guess this is what loss feels like.
Someone's arm goes across my shoulders and I look over to find it is Dean, comforting me. "Let's get going, we should get patched up and get some sleep. We'll talk about what to do later." I silently nod and so does Sam, Dean leads me back over to the Impala.
I don't want to be in the back alone so I sit in between Dean and Sam again. Dean starts the car and the stereo switches on and a song on the radio begins to play. Dean is about to change the channel but I grab his wrist stopping him. He leaves it alone and drives back onto the road.
I start to feel tired so I lean my head against Sam's shoulder while I listen to the lyrics of the song playing on the stereo.
'Let it go.
Let it roll right off your shoulder
Don't you know
The hardest part is over
Let it in
Let your clarity define you
In the end
We will only just remember how it feels'
Sam's shoulder is incredibly bony, I don't get it. "Here," Dean says and reaches over pulling me over onto his shoulder, which for some reason is a lot more comfortable. I close my eyes and start drifting off… again.
'Our lives are made
In these small hours
These twists and turns of fate
Time falls away
But these small hours still remain'
'Let it slide
Let your troubles fall behind you
Let it shine
Until you feel it all around you
And I don't mind
If it's me you need to turn to
We'll get by
It's the heart that really matters in the end'
After that verse I fall asleep, wishing that all of what happened tonight, was all just a dream and that when I fall asleep now, I'll wake up in my bed. But I don't think I'm going to be that lucky…
So, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I know it was quite sad and slightly violent (but there is a lot more violent games and movies out there). I would love it if you guys could review, and fav and follow. That would really make my day! Thanks!
Oh! And if you were wondering, the song on the radio is called Little Wonders by Rob Thomas. It's a really nice song and I would recommend you listen to it.