As per usual Supernatural is regrettably not mine (or real)
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Willow

I didn't think it was possible to be locked in your own mind, I mean I'd heard people talk about being possessed before but this was different in every way I'd imagined. I was in a small five foot by six foot room with smooth grey walls which never seemed to stop stretching upwards. I'd paced the small room every so often looking through two small gaps in the wall so I could see what whoever was inside me was doing, and so far the worst thing that happened was that he pulled some of his grace out of her, which made the room smaller.
I hit the wall for the thousandth time, resisting any urge to cry, I was going to refuse to give the bitch the pleasure.
"Hey bitch," I yelled out, "I'm going to fucking kill you."
My voice sounded horse but I didn't care, I could sense that me shouting and smashing into these walls both distracted and pissed whoever it was riding my body for free.
I glanced through the eyeholes of my room again as the room began to shake, almost making the loose my balance. With a shiver I realised that my eyes were just looking at a blank wall, which somehow felt more sinister over when they were crooning over Lucifer.
"You think you can win this?" I heard an horribly high pitched voice say, I grimaced but glad at the conversation, I had no idea how long I had been cramped inside but it felt like months.
"Gracey – do you mind if I call you that?" I paused, trying to keep the cocky edge to my voice as I carried on, "I can win whatever the fuck I want so I wouldn't even. Got it?"
"You have no idea what I can do when I stop to think about it. See my point?" the horrible voice overhead said, before everything paled into what for a moment seemed like nothingness, until I blinked and the walls surrounding me as somewhere else came into focus.
The room looked old fashioned I suppose, the kind of homely home which normal children may have had grown up in, I turned on my heel when I heard the small rustling sound behind me. I dared not to believe my eyes as I slipped forwards looking at the small girl in front of me. Her hair looked like a slightly less tame version of mine now while I absently mindedly pushed my hand through my own hair. Her eyes looked up and went straight through me, she couldn't see me that much I could tell by the way she still looked peaceful and untroubled as she glanced back down at the doll on her hand and smiled at it, making it dance across the table, singing a tune under her breath and I could have cried when I realised what Gracey was showing me, but regardless I lifted my head up and tried to stare down the blissfully ignorant girl in front of me, too knowing of that was coming.
The loud noises which were thumping down the stairs startled me but I kept my stance, the small girl with eyes more innocent then mine. She lifted her head up and stood up, jogging towards the door, her lilac dress flying out behind her as she waited for the door to fling open.
"Mummy! Daddy!" her voice rung out, smiling at them with childlike naivety which almost melted my heart right there and then. I wanted to scoop her out of harm's way and run. Stop the girl from ever finding out what pain was.
"What's the matter Mummy?" and I knew what was coming, I glued my eyes to what was going on in front of me, my parents with pitch black eyes looming over the little me, flinging me about like a rag doll, my tiny screams filling the hair as the knife skimmed over my skin, before John burst through the door.
The memory in front of me snapped to a stop as I heard Graceys thoughts fling themselves into panic, I peeked through the gaps of the corner of my mind and almost burst into tears when I saw Castiel. I thought his blue eyes could see right through the mind into my eyes but he stopped and said, "I want Willow back."
I screamed out, rage covering everything I saw and I flung myself forwards, pushing my fingers through the tiny holes which were originally only there to let me see. I could feel blood begin to pour out my fingers but I carried on regardless. Feeling sick at the prospect of Castiel dying.
I had no idea how I managed it but I pushed through the walls and flooding back into my mind, the first thing I managed to do was crash Lucifer into the wall, a mixture of untainted grace and adrenaline made that possible, I crashed the angel blade - which was strategically placed around the room – and buried it into his chest, I knew it wouldn't kill him. But it would stop him killing Castiel and that was the way it worked.
I felt control of myself, the screaming's of Gracey were echoing inside my head, but the joy on Castiels face when he realised it was me made me carry on running, into his arms. As we disappeared with a flash of wings as soon as I hit into his arms, the rage momentarily took over me but after a second, we were in Bobbys front room. Everyone jumped to their feet when they saw me, and my heart soared, we'd done it – he'd saved me.
I spun around to kiss Castiel and with a jerk I saw him on the floor with an angel blade in his chest with my hands cover in blood.

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