In the Eyes of a Fallen Angel

Chapter Eighteen: The end is near

Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Alright, let's get out of this hell hole." There was a door at the end of the hallway. Dean helped me walk as I regained my strength. My eyesight was still quite blurry, and I notice my nose was bleeding quite a lot. My head still felt like someone had microwaved my brain. It gave a huge throb and I groaned in spite of myself. The entire floor was moving, like it was made of liquid.

I shook my head and whispered,"Dammit." I was so weak... How was I supposed to help them defeat Crowley if I can barely even walk? A flash of anger and self hate jerked itself through my body. I have to be strong. I have to save Dean. I yanked my arm out of Dean's grasp and said," I can walk, I got this." I said, taking a shaky step.

"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked, then winced at his own words.

Dean glared at him, then said," He used all of his power to save us. He's very weak." He turned to me. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" He asked worriedly.

"I'll be fine." I lied, and gave him a reassuring smile. Dean smiled as well, his eyes still betraying the fact that he was worried about me. Sam looked at both of us, confused.

Dean noticed him staring and coughed awkwardly. "Well, let's get going." He said, blushing. He and Sam walked up the steps, and I stumbled after. Sam slowly turned the knob. It was unlocked, and creaked open. I shielded my eyes, for the brightness of the room was blinding. When my eyes adjusted, I gasped in amazement. Behind the door was a giant room, in no way matching the dirtiness of the dungeon. Imagine what the state room of a castle would be. It had maroon carpet with fancy furniture sitting every which way. A glass chandelier hung over a long table filled with enough food to feed fifty people for a week, and large fireplace blazed in the corner with a stuffed lion's head staring down from above it. Sunlight streamed through a large painted glass window of Crowley killing an angel. It bathed the whole room in bright red light.

Dean glared angrily at the room and spit a glob of blood onto the carpet. He turned and shut the door behind us, which happened to be hidden behind a grand bookcase. "That pompous brat." he growled, and stalked over the a office desk that lay by window. He ripped open the drawers and whispered,"Yes!" He pulled out his demon killing knife, my angel sword, and a gun.

"A gun's not going to do much against demons." I said, grabbing my sword from him.

Dean took a bullet out of the gun and showed me it. "There's a devil's star engraved on each one. It's a pain in the ass to do, but it's worth it. Demon's can't move once they've been shot, making them easy to kill." He put the bullet back, cocked the gun, and handed it to Sam. He gripped his knife tighter and said," Alright, game plan. First, find Crowley. Kill as many demons as possible. Torture him until he takes me off of death row, stops killing angels, and sends-" His voice cracked for a moment, then he hardened his gaze. "And sends Cas back to heaven." He looked at me, his eyes lost.

"Y-yeah. Good plan." I replied, feeling tears well up. I turned away. If I go back to heaven, will I ever see Dean again?

"Alright." Sam said, giving me a funny look. "Let's find Crowley."

"No need, I'm right here." A voice said. We whipped around to see Crowley sitting at his table, drinking a shot of blood red wine.