Chapter Eighty

My eyes snapped open wide, and I looked at my computer screen with alarm.

"Get out of there!" Harry said urgently.

I ran over to the air ducts, ready to pull the vent off.

"Ow!" I said, pulling my hand back. It was burned, already starting to blister. As I looked back at the vent, bars came down, locking it shut.

I ran over to the door and peeked outside. Demons were running for it.

"Shit!" I cursed, closing the door, and locking it. I pushed one of the big file cabinets in front of the door.

I ran back to my computer. "There's no way out. I'm trapped." I said.

"I can get you," Cas said, standing up. Angels had regained the ability to teleport.

He disappeared. I looked around the room.

"Is he there yet?" Sam asked.

"No," I said slowly, still looking around.

He reappeared back into the bunker with the boys. "I'm sorry, Rissa. It's warded against angels. I should have seen that coming."

"It's okay, Cas," I said. "Don't blame yourself for something like that."

"I'll call the Doctor," Lestrade said, picking up his phone and moving out of view.

But I knew it was useless. Even if he could reach the Doctor, I wouldn't be saved. If Amtrak was warded against angels, it would be warded against the Tardis, too.

There was a bang on the door. The demons where plowing the door open.

I got a piece of chalk and quickly drew a Devil's Trap on the floor. There was no way they could miss it. And it was big, too. Big enough to hold twenty, thirty people.

That would hold them off, but not for long.

I walked back to the computer. I was reminded of the season 4 finale, again. Except this time, I was Harriet Jones.

"Guys," I began quietly. Sherlock, Dean, Harry, and Thor all opened their mouths to say something, but I held up a finger. "No. Let me finish."

I took a deep breath. "You are my family. All of you. And you need to promise to take care of each other. I love all of you. And I'm honored to have fought with you. I'm honored to be called your friend. And I hope that you consider me family, as well."

"We do," Sherlock said quietly. He was the only one who seemed to be able to speak. Everyone else was, surprising, crying. Well, not all of them. Tasha and Clint weren't. Neither was Cas. But they were the type of people who have seen so much, that they couldn't cry.

Surprisingly, the pounding on the door stopped. That made me think that they had come up with an idea get to me quicker.

"Tell the Doctor that I love him," I said. "And that I have considered him my father since we started these adventures."

The entire wall blew up. Now there was no wall blocking the demons.

"I don't want you to see this," I said quietly. "I love you. Goodbye."

That's when the tears started coming. I typed a destruction sequence into the laptop, and closed it.

As the demons shuffled into the room, pointing weapons at me, I slowly fell to my knees, with my hands on top of my head.

And I closed my eyes.