The final chapter of this chapter! Please review. I'm also thinking I might write a sequel, but not anytime soon.
Tears fell down my cheeks. Anger resided within. A clap brought back reality. Crowley stood over. Joy covered his face.
"Seems she broke him," he said to no one able to be seen, "just like her old man." His hand grasped a lock of hair and forced a turn to stare at her. Her knees were held by hands. Sandra held the hood of the jacket. A laugh escaped from Crowley.
"You just stay there. Not like anybody's coming for you. Later we'll perform tests, but for now just stay comfortable." His hand opened. Steps brought the bastard away. Moments passed in silence. Then the bindings on the chair released. I jumped away from the chair, prepared to attack this helper. She was the helper.
"What are you doing?"
"Helping you of course."
"Why, I find it quite obvious that you're with these guys. Also considering you FREAKING raped me!" A hand silenced me.
"Shut up, you want get us caught?" The hand fell away.
"It's not like it matters. You're probably just trying to fool me, Sandra."
"Sandra's gone."
"How do I know you're not lying." She jumped over the chair and tackled. The breath was knocked away. A thump fell close. A man was lying on the ground. Blood stained the porcelain floor.
"Do you trust me now?"
"No, but you're all I got. You better not do anything stupid."
"Good, now let's get out of here."
"First we're going kill your dad."
"That is suicide!"
"I trained two years for this. Nothing is going to stop me." Amber huffed.
"Fine, you'll need your weapons" She started to slink away. Following led to a door. This door was placed with metal. A knock rung through the door. A keypad hung on the side. A few taps later, and the door slid open.
"Crap." The place was an armory. Dozens of Angel knives, assault rifles, shotguns, handguns, etcetera. Weapons covered every corner of the room. My back pack sat in a corner. Amber grabbed it. A toss had it land in my hands. The bag was empty. We quickly set to collections weapons. A duffle bag sat on a desk. We grabbed seven daggers, an assault rifle with twenty magazines. A handgun for each of us with fifteen magazine ammo a piece. One automatic shotgun and two magazines. Everything but the assault rifle, and the daggers went into the duffle. My two special knives were put into the re - acquired holsters. My special handgun was put at the back of my jeans. The rest of the daggers went into the small backpack.
"We got enough stuff?," she joked. I didn't laugh.
"Awkward," she said.
"Lets transform and roll out," I referenced.
"Really, transformers?" Shrugging, the knives pulled out. The door swung open.
"Hey this is a place...wait what is he doing released?" A knife flew to his throat.
Blood flowed from the incision. Light flashed, quickly revealing his skeleton. Once he was dead, we pulled his body into the armory and closed the door with the knife pulled The lock mechanism clicked. Another man appeared. Somebody slit his throat. The weapon looked like the Demon Dagger. Dean appeared from behind.
"Man am I glad to see you. We were worried that you died." We embraced in a manly hug. His attention then drew to Amber.
"Amber? Seems like you found her, huh?" He almost hugged her, before my hand blocked the path.
"What are you doing?"
"It's complicated. I'll inform you later."
"How many times do I have to tell you it's me?,"
"Until I accept it." Dean face showed confusion.
"Follow me." All of us began to jog to Crowley's office. The room was empty of people. Then an unseen force threw Amber and I through the window. Glass shattered around us. Two stories later, the ground met my back. All breath disappeared. Desperate gasps mixed with burning pain. A sharp pain stood in the ribcage. Air arrived to the lungs.
"Thanks for catching my fall," Amber said while lying on my pained chest.
"Ugh," was all I could manage.
"You okay?" My head shook.
"We need to get you out of here."
"Where's...Cas...he...could help..," the words came out in spaces.
"Sigils prevent him. It probably took away your super powers too."
"Let us...break one." She hoisted her shoulder under me. Pain seared through every part of my body. We shuffled to the nearest fence post. A painted sigil rested on the post.
After a few minutes, the sigil was a few feet away. She dropped me and grabbed a knife from my holster.
"Ouch!" A scratch was all that required to break the sigil. Then Cas appeared. He touched my rib. All pain disappeared.
"Thanks." Amber lifted me up. A gun shot roared. Darkness consumed the house then evaporated.
"You trust me now?"
"Cas, is this Amber or some weird Demon." His eyes skimmed over her. He nodded. I started to hug her before she pushed me off.
"You think you get off that easily?"
"Uh," rendered speechless. She then embraced.
"I understand your reasons. Just trust your gut next time, okay?"
"Yea..." Dean exited the building. My hand gripped Amber's as she ran.
"You two make up?" We nodded with confirmation. A gun shot rang through the area. A whirring noise passed me. Amber's hand relinquished. I turned. She was on the ground. Blood leaked from her shoulder.
"No!" Everybody crowded around. Consciousness barely held its grip on Amber's mind. Words formed on her lips.
"..." She fainted.
"Cas? Heal her!" Cas was gone. Blood poured from the wound. Her pulse felt faint. My jacket fell off. The wound was wrapped. Dean and I carried her. The Impala was beside the house. Once inside, we drove off to the closest hospital.
Twenty minutes later. We arrived at Washington Regional. Amber was shuttled off to an emergency room. We sat in chairs in the waiting room. Dean's arm comforted. A doctor appeared. She looked concerned.
"I'm sorry, there was nothing could do." A sob built in my throat.
"You can visit her if you like." Dean stood me up. The room that held her was dark. Dean flashed the light on. Her face was pale. Hair hung off the side of the table. Tears rolled down. Dean left the room. Sobs continued until nothing remained. A hand rested on my shoulder. Cas was here. Sudden bursts of anger flared.
"Where have you been? You could've saved her! Why?" Punches came until there was nothing left. My hands ached. My weight leaned against him.
"Is there anything you can do?" His head shook. He then proceeded to guide me out of the room. One last look showed she was gone.