A Survivor's Silence (Destiel Horror)

Chapter 5

Rapid footsteps barreled along the path until they came to a sudden halt as the death angel turned towards the echoes of his footsteps, its face in multiple pieces revealing the underlining bloodied skin.

Cas shook his head as Dean slowly circled around the creature and towards him.

The thing turned around and screeched but a spark flew through the air and exploded into various colours before anything happened.

The alien being took off towards the repeated explosions and the blond took to the opportunity to rush over to the brunet while Claire emerged from the cluster of trees with a shotgun in hand.

"Hey hey hey, look at me. What's wrong? What's wrong?" He asked wiping the tears from the other's face. Cas shook his head and gripped onto the man's hand for dear life.

"Bebé viene. El bebé esta llegando en este momento"

Claire blinked in confusion while the blond felt the rough kicks penetrating the other's stomach as touched it.

Shit

"Okay look, I'm going to get you out of here, okay? Sólo respira"

He picked him up bridal style and turned to the blonde girl.

"Can you drive?"

"Uhh, not really. Wh-"

The fireworks stopped and Dean nodded for her to lead the way back as the trio once again fell back into silence.

The girl adjusted the weapon in her arms and turned around but unfortunately she apparently didn't see the twig laying idly on the ground.

Snap!

"Crap" she whispered.

"Run!"

They took off with multiple hard footsteps on their tail.

The saw the shiny coat of the impala under the moonlight and Claire shot one of them to give the other two time to get into the car before she jumped into the driver's seat.

A loud bang came from above them before a dent appeared in the roof and the car to shook as a blade like limb broke the one of the windows and a deep scratch could be heard, dragging against the side of the car.

"Claire, Drive!"

"W-Wha I don't know how!"

One of the creature's face broke through the back windshield before it was shot.

Dean dropped the gun, reached over the seat and put the car in reverse.

Claire pushed down on the gas pedal and the impala jerked back and hit one of the death angels causing it to wail in pain.

She shifted into drive and proceeded to take off hazardously down the road.

The blond turned back to the brunet and hoisted his feet onto his lap while squeezing his hand.

"Breathe, just breathe"

The car swerved as Claire heard a yell from the backseat.

"Det gör ont. Det gör så ont"

"I know. I know. Just breathe, okay? You've done this before, just breathe"

The brunet felt a hand swipe away the sweat from his forehead.

"Claire, there should be a hospital a few miles up ahead"

The girl nodded and pressed harder on the gas pedal.

•

Baby rolled to a stop outside an abandoned hospital in a ghost town located in the middle of Colorado.

Dean kissed Cas's shaking forehead as Claire observed the broken exterior of the building with a bad feeling lingering at the back of her mind.

The flashlight illuminated the eerie grey walls of the cold hospital lobby.

Water could be heard dripping from somewhere in the building and Claire jumped as the light shone on a depleted corpse trail on the ground.

She shook off the disturbance and stepped around the human parts, down the hallway.

Dean rested the whimpering brunet on one of the beds as the teen blocked off the door.

'Figured we'd need that'

She observed the blond running around the room before he found what he was looking for and shrugged off his jacket.

'What are you doing?'

"We can't wait for anesthesia to knock him out so," he held up a syringe "we got the next best thing"

[I have no idea how any birth processes or whatever works at all so try not to judge too much 😬]

Cas felt a small pinch along his stomach lining before he doubled over from another contraction.

"You have to get him out now"

"Cas, I can't do that yet-"

"Non curo! Ipse suus 'moriens. Just get him out, please"

"How many languages does he know?" Claire whispered.

Dean stripped off his flannel and gave it to the brunet to bite down on as he got out a scalpel from a random cardboard.

"This is going to hurt"

Cas nodded and bit the cloth harder as the blade pressed against his skin to make the first cut.

The pain. They heard it in his voice, his scream- from a mile away.
They heard him.
So now, they hunt.

Small, fragile, puny and bloody but alive, crying, wailing actually. All ten fingers and all ten toes, post term but healthy.

"Hey honeybee, look, its another baby boy"

Cas smiled through hooded eyelids as his husband wrapped their newborn in his jacket.

Banging came from the room door and scratches were heard along the other side of the metal.

"We need to find a way out of here-"

"Wait, Dean-"

"-without them hearing him. We need another distraction-"

"Dean!"

The blond stopped rambling and Claire pointed to the bed.

"I don't think-

-H-he's not breathing."