Supernatural [Reader Insert]

42. The Girl with the Star Tattoo

You got into the backseat of the Impala. "Shit," you breathed. "I'm such an idiot." The pain Crowley had caused you was now replaced with a weight in your chest. You felt almost nauseous as you replayed that moment over and over. The knife just slipped right out of your hand. It was gone. And now...

"You're not an idiot," Sam told you. "I'm an idiot. I married Becky Rosen."

"You were under the influence," you told him with a roll of your eyes. "She's a peach, by the way."

"Yeah." Sam shook his head.

"Where'd Gabriel go?" Dean wondered aloud, frustration in his voice.

You shook your head.

"I don't know. Maybe he tried to follow Crowley," Sam offered.

It was quiet for a moment except for the sound of the engine and the road.

"I shouldn't have come. I should've stayed at Bobby's," you said, regretting your persistence.

"Like that was going to happen," Dean sighed. "Besides, same thing would've happened to either of us. That dick can appear anywhere."

You took a deep breath. "This is basically the worst thing that could've happened. He's got what he needs now for that spell."

"The knife?" Sam asked.

"'Something you desire,'" you quoted. "If I was the king of hell, I'd want the demon-killing knife, if only so that the two of you didn't have it anymore. That's most likely the last thing he needs, the rest are pretty easy to come by. Seven deadly sins should be free by sunrise."

"Dammit!" Dean shouted, making you flinch.

You put your face in your hands and took another deep breath.

"Then we'll lock them back up, like we did before," Sam said confidently. "Or kill them off entirely."

The three of you got back to the motel room and you showered, hoping it would clear your head. It did not, and it gave you a good amount of time to worry about Gabriel. And Cas. You should've heard from at least one of them by now. The heavy feeling in your chest was growing.

The TV was on when you came out of the bathroom, but both brothers were sitting silently at opposite sides of the room. They weren't paying any attention to the screen. You dropped your bag by the couch and took a seat. You stared through the television, replaying the moment it all went wrong again.

You heard a crash and turned to the noise. Gabriel had appeared in the center of the room. His eyes met yours and he walked over. "Are you alright?"

"What happened?" you asked, startled, "Where were you?"

He looked you over, refusing to answer until he had verified that you were all good.

"I'm fine, Gabe." You pulled him down so that he was sitting and not hovering over you.

"I went after Crowley. Castiel and I were almost through his wall of demons he has staked out in Vegas."

"You what?" Sam asked, concern in his voice.

"Cas is alright," Gabriel reassured. "He wanted to check something out, he said he thought he noticed something, but I had to get back here- back to you. It felt like someone took a trash compactor to your insides. You still don't seem back to normal."

That sounds about right. Your worry over the archangel was replaced with the only other emotion you had felt all night; guilt. "I... Crowley took the demon-killing knife from me."