The energy used to power down the city knocked you out cold. That wasn't surprising, but kind of unfortunate. It would have been nice to get a headstart on Michael. Mentally prepare yourself for his arrival. But, that was fine.
When you woke up, you could feel him nearby. He had such a powerful aura that you were sure anyone within a mile radius of him would know.
You sat yourself up. You had set up camp in an old farm building. There was only one opening, which was perfect for what you planned to do. Before you made your presence known, you had lined the ground in holy oil, starting from the door around the full length of the building, stopping just short of the opposite end, where you had all the ingredients for the tracking spell setup. All you needed was Michael to arrive.
You considered doing something to get Michael's attention again, but you needed to save your energy right now. You were sitting there, simply staring at the door, when you felt his presence get stronger.
He's here.
You kept trying to calm your nerves as you felt the him get closer and closer. It would do you no good to lose control now.
The door flew open and in its entryway stood Dean Winchester. He had a hard gaze that stared at you with volumes of emotion and emptiness. You could see past him to Michael and his true form. The angel was the embodiment of power. In any other situation you would have run, but you had to do this. You have to do this.
He strided forward towards you, but stopped in the center of the room, obviously confused. You didn't stand up when he entered. You were sure he was expecting some sort of fight, but you weren't going to put up, so he just stood there.
"Who are you?" he asked. His voice was the voice of a normal man's, yet something about it screamed supernatural with the command of a god.
You stood up slowly, still light-headed and cautiously approached Michael, stopping at the edge of the invisible trap.
"My name is Y/N L/N."
He shook his head. "And who are you, Y/N L/N?"
You shrugged. "Who knows."
He took another few steps towards you and there was a loud crash.
Dang it. You had let your fear get the best of you and something had flown off one of the tables in the barn.
Michael glanced at it, then back at you. "Did you do that?"
You nodded. "And you know what else I can do?" You stomped one foot against the oil on the ground, using your talent in pyrokinesis to light it on fire.
You fell back, head spinning, but you couldn't give up yet, you had a spell to cast. Michael looked around at the ring of fire surrounding him.
"Where'd you learn that?" His voice was more curious than angry. You knew that he knew he still had the upper hand. The fire would die down eventually and as long as you were still alive, he could find you. He didn't know what you were planning though.
"My father." You turned around and walked to where you had the ingredients of your spell set up.
"And who would that be?"
You sighed. Might as well tell him. "A Prince of Hell."
"Ah," was all he said. "So you're a demon?"
"Nope. I'm Cambion."
He hesitated. "The antichrist."
You shrugged. "Eh. I prefer the term Cambion."
You began murmuring the spell to yourself, trying to stay as focused as possible.
"What are you doing?" Michael asked, but you were determined not to break concentration.
You finally finished the verse and threw a match into the bowl it sparked up in a bright display. When it finished your phone buzzed in your pocket.
Michael located.
You smirked to yourself. Who said magic and technology didn't mix?
"What did you do?" Michael asked.
"I've set up a website. It's basically just a map of our world." You paused to take a deep breath. You had almost exhausted all your powers and you were really feeling the effects. "This map however, it has some nifty notifications. It will help me track where you are. Where you go. Pretty cool, huh? But I guess I should go. I don't have much longer until this fire dies down and you-"
"Michael!"
From outside three figures ran in: Sam, Cas, and Jack. Sam and Jack ran forward and jumped straight into the circle of holy oil. You tried to stand, but you didn't have the power. Cas ran around the ring towards you.
"Come on," he slung one of your arms over his shoulders and helped you to your feet.
"Cas," you mumbled, "we have to get out of here."
"I know." He said firmly, dragging you around the battle going on.
"No, Cas. We all have to get out of here. Jack and Sam… They can't do this alone and… I've attracted all kinds of monsters, not just Michael. We're about to be flooded with angels, demons, and anything else that felt that soon, not to mention everyone in the town is on high alert for what caused this outage and…"
"Y/N," he said. "I know."
He continued to walk you out, pausing outside the building. You slowly untangled yourself from him, feeling strong enough to stand on your own.
"Cas, I-"
"Y/N, I couldn't stop them. They weren't going to put you in danger. They thought it would be best to just attack while you had him here. They're trying to get Dean's blood."
You shook your head. "Cas, they won't… they can't-"
Suddenly Sam and Jack, both a little worse for wear and breathing heavily ran out from the building and rounded the corner towards you.
"We need to go!" Sam cried and they both grabbed you and Cas dragging you with them.
They pulled you towards the city and weaved you both in and out of streets stopping in an alleyway, where the impala was parked.
As soon as you stopped, you dropped to the ground, unable to keep gowing. You wheezed and felt Jack put a comforting hand on your back.
"Come on Y/N. Let's go home."
You nodded, trying to stand up and get in the car but another distraction prevented you from leaving. "Jack Kline and Y/N L/N," a voice snarled.
You groaned, flipping yourself over so you could sit up and stare at the demons at the end of the alleyway.
There were three of them, all carrying weapons. Cas and Sam pulled out angel blades and Jack stood up in a defensive position. You didn't even try to join them, you just sat there, staring.
The demons ran forward all together and Jack jumped in front of you, holding up his hand. The demon in front was violently back, but not by much. You weren't sure how much of his power he wasted when he foolishly tried to attack Michael, but he obviously couldn't take these three by himself. Sam and Cas each ran for one.
Cas killed his almost instantly, knocking the blade from his hand and stabbing him through the rib cage.
Sam was still a bit tired and his reactions were slower. He ended up taking a punch or two before getting the upper hand.
The demon who Jack had pushed back had stood up again and was approaching the two of you. Jack launched himself forward, but you didn't know what his plan was. He ran to her and knocked the weapon from her hand.
"Jack!" Cas yelled to grab his attention. He threw his angel blade Jack, then ran to help you up.
You stood up on unsteady feet, holding onto Cas for support.
Suddenly, a pain hit your side. You fell onto Cas as the demon that had run up behind you was killed by Sam.
The demon had stabbed you through your right side. It wasn't terribly deep, but the knife was still sticking out of your back. Cas helped you kneel back down onto the ground, your head fell on his shoulder. You were so exhausted you wouldn't have been shocked if you passed out right then and there.
"Y/N!" Jack yelled, having killed the last demon.
Sam and Jack inspected the wound. You turned slightly to look at it and saw that it was an angel blade. You had been stabbed with an angel blade.
"I'm not dead…" you murmured.
"Are you going to be okay?" Sam asked, not sure what you meant.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I mean, it hurts like hell, but I can heal flesh wounds. Pull the blade out."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked but Cas nodded.
"Pull it out, I'll heal her."
"I doubt you can, Cas." He looked at you, confused. You shook your head and leaned back, grabbing the knife to pull it out yourself.
You gasped through gritted teeth, as you ripped the knife out, dropping it immediately.
Sam immediately jumped forward, putting pressure on the wound. "Woah, Y/N. You're going to bleed out. Cas…"
Cas reached over to heal you, but it didn't work. He sat there for a moment, still trying to do something, but it wasn't closing.
"I told you," you sighed. "An angel can't heal a demon."
"You're not a demon," Jack complained. Jack had always stopped you when you tried to call yourself a demon, claiming that he wasn't an angel, so you must not be a demon. He said it didn't count.
"Whatever. It won't work. But I already told you. Unless the blade pierced a vital organ, I'll be fine. It will probably be healed in a couple of days."
Sam looked like he wanted to argue, but he didn't. He probably noticed that the wound was already scabbing over and it wasn't bleeding as bad.
You chewed on your lip, sitting back on your heels.
"Y/N? Why are you upset?" Jack asked you suddenly. You wondered if he was able to read emotions, like you could, or if he could just tell.
"I just got stabbed with an angel blade, Jack. A blade specifically designed to kill angels, demons, and humans on the spot, and I'm fine… Why? What kind of monster does that make me?"
He shook his head. "That doesn't make you a monster, Y/N."
"Well then, what does? When are we going to stop pretending I'm not a demon? That I'm not worse than a demon because I'm basically indestructible and have terrifying powers plus some prophecy says I'll be the downfall of the angels?"
He moved to sit in front of your kneeling form. "You aren't a monster. You'll never be a monster-"
"That's a lie, Jack." You pulled away from him and tried to stand up. "I've already done so much bad. So much wrong."
"Y/N, stop saying that."
Cas finally help you steady yourself on your feet. "No Jack, you stop. Stop playing this stupid game. I don't want to be a part of it anymore."
Suddenly all your fears of the last couple of months came rushing back to you. The fear that every smile was a lie. Every touch was manipulative. And every time he tried to convince you you weren't as horrible as you were, he was just moving you farther on his chess board.
"What game?"
This is Jack, you told yourself. The boy who could do nothing possibly wrong. The sweetest, most innocent boy you knew. But the thing that bugged you is how quickly he had fallen into your trust.
"The game where you pretend to care. To care about me."
He looked at you, hurt. "I do care about you."
"Then you shouldn't."